El Chupacabra

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 30, 2018

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Ten year old Miguel walked outside his family house and sat on a stump a short distance away from the back porch.  A faint smell of his mother's cooking followed him outside.  “I'm glad to be outside” he thought, “It's cooler here, and all that talk about World War II gets old.”  “ Besides Papi says it will never come here to Puerto Rico.”  He glanced back over his shoulder at the mountain rising up a few a miles away.  His family was happy to live in its shadow, for on a hot afternoon such as this it shaded their home from the intense afternoon sun.  It would be dark in a few hours and perhaps he and his family would all go to their neighbor's house for a community meal. As he thought of the pretty neighbor's girl who was about his age his gaze fell on the out buildings behind the near by chicken roost.  Suddenly all the chickens in the yard stopped scratching and clucking then dropped where they were or ran to the roost.  Not only were the chickens quiet, the forest behind them was silent; not even an insect was buzzing.  His eye riveted on a shape that appeared on the top of the most distant building.  Which was, perhaps fourty  yards away.  

He forgot everything else as his narrowed to tunnel vision, a fight or flight reaction from his racing heart.  “What is that ? “he quizzed himself  “It is too be to be a bird; it is bigger than a vulture and how did it get on the roof? “   As if answering his question the now perceived figure moved, no hopped to the next building's roof top perhaps twenty feet away from the first.  He felt terror rise, as his heart beat ever faster, then time seemed to slow.  The figure; the beast seemed to swim in the air.  “It has wings on its arms like a bat!”  He silently screamed to himself.  The horror hopped again even further than the first time to a tree not thirty feet away.  "It looks like a  monkey, bat and lizard all once!",he thought.  Then Miguel prayed softly out loud to God, Jesus and all the saints for the thing to go away.  For a few second it seemed frozen, he though his prayer had been answered.  But no, the branches creaked and the abomination leap again.  Now it stood on two legs in front of him, a few yards away.  It was about four feet tall with powerful squat legs.  The face was inhuman, with a sick mottled green color.  He tried to not look at its twin fangs which protruded from a lip-less mouth.  It sniffed the air as if looking for a scent.  “I hope it doesn't like the way I smell.” thought Miquel.  Then it hit him,  a putrid smell unlike any other.  Miguel had smelled corruption and death, but never a smell like this.  Then beastie's eyes locked on his; those red burning coal eyes searing into his brain.  “Come to me” beastie said in Miguel's brain.  “You should come close”, it repeated.   Miguel did not trust it but his mind seemed as if it was in a fog, with thoughts that were becoming slow and syrupy.  He fought to keep control.  He tried to run, but he could not move.  Whether crystallized with fear or immobilized by the thing, he did not know .  “He could pounce on me.” Miguel realized.  “If only father would come; come father come!”  He screamed in his mind.  The prominent twin fangs of the nightmare retracted a bit.  Then behind him he heard his salvation. The screen door creaked open.  His older brother,eighteen and ready for the army stood behind him and rested his hand on Miguel 's shoulder.  “What's wrong Miguel?” his brother asked as Miguel stared at the empty yard.  Miguel never went alone in the forest again.

 


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