Stacy's Choices

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Stacy was too much for her mother to handle. Mom decides to take Stacy out of the City and into the country to visit her grandmother...

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Stacy's Choices

August, 2014

Salt Lake City, Utah


There have been numerous studies in the past and the present about what makes people do what they do. If they are successful, does race, status and opportunity come into play? If so, do good circumstances equal automatic success? Do bad rearing conditions constantly produce inevitable failure?

If a person is a cold blooded serial killer, were they born that way or were they a product of their upbringing?

Varying results of studies have left humanity scratching its head for the most part. Its easy to blame circumstances for a child struggling through life into adulthood, but what about those that start off in the most grim situations and still come out on top or at least reasonably successful and happy? What of the kids born into affluent families, with every opportunity afforded them but they still wind up alcoholics, substance abusers or they end up taking their own lives?

There is little doubt that all factors provide certain influences on a person's choices, decisions and ethics. To say any factors such as upbringing, wealth, race or status can result in inevitable success or failure is conjecture at best because there are too many real examples that say otherwise. It may all boil down to personal fortitude, discipline and willpower but that is also, in its self conjecture.

Overall, most people would be comfortable with agreeing that some people are just bad because they like to be and, visa versa, some people are just good regardless of circumstances and conditions of their upbringing. It largely depends on the choices that people make that determines their outcome. There are also mental illnesses and individual complexes to consider which, when thrown into the vat of a person's personality, without question are influences but are not necessarily a dominating factor.

In conclusion, some people are just bad, whether born that way or formed like a clay figurines by their living conditions.

At thirteen years old, Stacy Keller was just bad. She was bad because she liked to be. Behaving cruelly was much more fulfilling and fun than being a proper goodie two shoes. Being promiscuous was much more entertaining than being a prude. Stealing was much easier and thrilling than earning. Taking risks was better than playing it safe, at least that is what Stacy believed.

Every chance she got, Stacy would choose the path that would result in the worst outcome, torturing her poor mother with worry and being a constant thorn in the side of social workers and law enforcement. Twice Stacy was removed from her home and placed in the foster care system. She had been returned because she behaved even worse under the guidance of foster parents than her own mother. Stacy had been in and out of the juvenile delinquency system, more times than she could count.

Her mother, Mary, was being dragged down by her daughter's misbehavior, paying fines, dealing with lawsuits, bailing her out of trouble, being awoke in the middle of the night by policemen.

Mary was at the end of her rope. Nothing was working. She tried spanking, grounding, locking Stacy up in her room, compromising, nurturing, patience, screaming, attacking, fighting and even kicking her out of the house. Nothing was working. Stacy just continued to do whatever she wanted no matter the consequences.

Mary was on the phone speaking to her mother about her dilemma, “I swear to God, I am going to wind up killing her with my bare hands, Ma.”

“She's just acting out, honey,” Her mother, Cecilia said, “She has so many bad influences and temptations in the city. You should move her away from there.”

“Ma, you know I can't just move away. My job is here.”

Cecilia clucked her tongue in disapproval, “Your daughter's future is more important than your job. You can get another job, Mary, but you can't get another daughter.”

So went every conversation Mary had with her mother about Stacy. Cecilia always made it sound so easy that it made Mary feel that she was a failure as a mother. Her mom just didn't understand how difficult Stacy was to deal with.

“Why don't you have Stacy stay with you for a few weeks, Ma?” Mary said, sarcastically, “Then you could keep her from all this bad stuff in the city and bestow upon her your expertise in raising a wayward child.”

“That's a wonderful idea!” Cecilia exclaimed.

Mary wasn't sure she had heard her mother correctly, “What's that?”

“Send her here, honey. I'll have her on the straight and narrow path in no time.”

“Are you sure, Ma? She's quite a handful. She might even get violent with you as she has done with me. I'm not sure you can handle her,” Mary said honestly.

“Honey, I raised your three ornery brothers,” her mother said, dismissively, “I think I can handle a little thirteen year old girl.”

Within a few days, Mary had packed up a few of Stacy's things and they going to “spend the weekend” with her dear old grandma. Mary expected Stacy to just run away while staying with her grandmother, but she hoped for the best. She wanted to spend as much time as she could with her daughter, in case she never saw her again.

During the trip, Stacy was uncharacteristically cooperative. Her cell phone had been taken away, which usually put her in a violent mood for days but her anger had already gone overnight. Stacy wasn't wearing any makeup. Her mother had also deprived her of any funds to buy some due to disciplinary punishment and had confiscated all the makeup she had stolen. Her clothes were old and worn out because when Mary had bought her expensive brand name jeans, Stacy had sold them for cigarettes. Stacy's outfit was consequently a simple black t shirt, faded and torn blue jeans and black Converse sneakers.

There was no doubt her daughter was still beautiful, sans make up, nice clothes and a hairstyle. Her body had developed too soon and too voluptuously for her sake. Although slender and lithe, Stacy had grown into a C cup bra and, no matter how baggy of clothing worn, it was obvious to see how tiny her daughter's waist was compared to her hips and full butt. Anywhere Mary went with Stacy, she saw all the males ogling her.

Mary wished she could wrap her daughter in bubble wrap to keep her from getting pregnant.

Pregnancy, so far, had eluded her daughter but it was definitely there on the horizon, threatening to present itself any day now, it seemed.

“I think this is a great opportunity for you to get closer to your grandmother,” Mary said optimistically.

“She's a mean old bitch,” Stacy growled, “and I hate her.”

“Don't talk about your grandmother like that!” Mary snapped.

Stacy faced her mother defiantly, “Why not?”

“What's she ever done to you, Stacy?” Mary asked, heartbroken, “She's always been so sweet and patient with you.”

“Neither one of you is worth your weight in shit,” Stacy said without remorse, “When I get out on my own, I won't waste anymore time with either one of you.”

“I don't know what I did wrong to make you hate me so much,” Mary said forlornly, “From the time you were a little girl until just a few years ago, we were the best of friends. We did everything together and had wonderful memories. It makes me sad that you're willing to throw all of that away for a phase you might be going through.”

“I simply grew up and realized how worthless you really are,” Stacy spat. There was venom in her tone, “You're just holding me back.”

Mary was incredulous, “Holding you back from what, Stacy? Getting high? Drinking yourself unconscious? Ruining your future? Keeping you out of jail? Stopping you from getting pregnant? Keeping you from hurting and stealing from other people?”

Stacy folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight in the passenger seat so that her back was to her mother. She was as unyielding as a mule.

“Is that the life you want?” Mary pressed her, “You want to end up homeless and strung out? You want to spend the rest of your life in prison?” Mary was exasperated.

“I've only been arrested because the people I was with were stupid. If I was on my own, I'd never get caught,” Stacy muttered.

“So you're just going to keep doing whatever you want because you don't think you'll get caught?” Mary asked her, horrified, “Where will you sleep? What will you eat?”

“I'll shack up with whoever,” Stacy murmured.

“My God, Stacy,” Mary whispered, “And what if you're new place turns out to be a nightmare? What if the guy or gal you shack up with turns out to be a serial killer or a sadistic lunatic?”

“Then I'll just move on and find another place,” Stacy said.

“What if they kill you first? Have you even considered your own safety? There are rapists, murderers, human traffickers that won't hesitate to use you for their own pleasure or gain. You would wind up on the side of a milk carton as a missing person.”

“I think I can tell a rapist, murderer or human trafficker when I see one,” Stacy said, stubbornly, “Besides, what the hell do you care what happens to me after I move out? I won't be your problem anymore. You can just keep living your perfectly safe and boring ass life.”

“I care because I love you, Stacy,” Mary said, sincerely, “You're the only daughter I have. I didn't spent all these years raising you, providing for you and loving you just to have you go off and kill yourself. I worry about you everyday. Why can't you see that?”

“Because you're full of shit,” Stacy said coldly, “How can you care so much about me when I don't give two shits about you?”

“You do care, you just don't want to show it for some reason,” Mary told her, “I have no idea why, but you prefer hurting me and lashing out at me rather than showing affection.”

“No, that's where you're wrong, mother,” Stacy looked at her, eye to eye, “You could die tomorrow and I wouldn't give it a second thought. I really and truly don't give a shit about you or anyone else. Why don't you get that through your thick fucking skull?”

Mary felt tears falling. She didn't want to cry because it only served to instigate her daughter into further verbal abuse, but Mary couldn't help herself. Stacy's words cut into her like a hot knife through warm butter, melting away her resistances and defenses.

Mercifully, Stacy looked away and stared out the passenger side window the rest of the trip.

By the time they arrived at Cecilia's house, it was just after noon.

Cecilia came outside, excited to see both her daughter and granddaughter. Amazingly, Stacy actually gave her grandmother a hug, albeit a cold one. They spent most of the day baking cookies and drinking tea. Then, they went for a walk in the yard which was actually a small farm. There were fruit trees, a small garden, a chicken coop, a barn, a small pond with a few ducks and a pen with a couple of goats.

There was a pig pen too, but it was empty and in disrepair. The slopping trough was overturned, part of the fence had fallen over and the muddy ground inside was all dried up.

Cecilia explained that she used to keep pigs but something kept killing them, “It became too expensive to keep replacing them, so now I buy my pork from the store a few miles down the road. Whatever the hell was killing them was big enough to carry them off. I'd find their slaughtered remains a few miles out into the forest. They were hardly eaten.”

“What could kill a pig out here, Ma?” Mary asked.

“No idea,” Cecilia said fiercely, “but I've got a 12 gauge with double aught shells, waiting for it, if it ever comes back to get my goats.”


* * *


Stacy lingered around the pig pen as the two other women continued their walk. She walked around to the side of the pen where the fence had been knocked over. There were large dog tracks in the dried mud but they were too big to be from a dog. Stacy stooped over and placed her hand inside the track. There was at least an inch of space between her stretched fingers and the edges of the print. Stacy knew she had rather small hands and short fingers but that would still make the track at least seven inches across. She shuddered to think of what kind of dog could have made them.

It could be a wolf, but there were no wolves in Utah, at least not that she was aware of. Stacy was tempted to warn her grandmother that a huge dog was roaming her property but she thought otherwise. Cecilia had said the hogs had been carried off. No matter how big of a dog it was, there was no way it could carry a full sized pig away. Its jaws wouldn't be strong enough. It would have to drag the poor animal across the mud, which would leave deep marks in the soft earth. Stacy didn't see any signs of the hogs being dragged off to their deaths.

Stacy turned to look at the edge of the property, where the tilled and worked land met up with the wild forest. The trees looked dark and ominous as if hiding a horrible secret. In fact, when Stacy had first arrived at the farm, the sun had been bright and warm. There were birds singing and insects buzzing. Even she, in her foul mood, had been happy to see such a lovely day. Now, it seemed that the dark forest had swallowed up all the sounds of life, smothered all brightness from the day. Stacy felt a chill run down her spine.

Stacy's concern was personal. She cared little about the safety of her idiotic grandmother. Anyone dumb enough to live out in the sticks where wild animals could kill you, deserved to be eaten, as far as Stacy was concerned. No, her concern was for her own safety. Stacy planned on ditching her stupid grandmother and running away to the nearest city.

At first, this task was going to be very simple. Her grandmother was old and probably went to bed very early. Stacy would have no problems sneaking out. But now that there was some hellish dog stalking the farm for prey, Stacy could run into a big complication. A very big complication.

Stacy had steeled herself against fear, using her wits, her body and her fast talk to get whatever the hell she wanted from the world. She had never dealt with a problem such as this one. A massive murderous hell hound chasing her through the forest was not a situation she wanted to find herself in. Maybe she should steal Cecilia's shotgun first.

No, that could complicate things even further. Stacy was a minor and a stranger to the area. Anyone seeing a young girl hitchhiking with a shotgun was going to just keep on driving. Of course, Stacy could keep the shotgun until she was out of the woods and away from danger, then ditch the shotgun before hitchhiking on the main road. Stacy smiled to herself. It was all falling into place.

Mary thought she was so smart bringing her up here to spend the weekend. They were here for no such thing. Stacy knew her mother was ditching her to live with her bitch of a grandmother, for a while at least. Cecilia thought she was tough enough and smart enough to rein in Stacy's misbehavior. What a laugh. Stacy would be gone within a few hours of her mother's departure.

Earlier in the day, while they were baking cookies like a couple of dolts, Stacy had cased Cecilia's home. She found a pretty music box in her grandmother's bedroom where she kept her cash. Stacy had already taken it. She would need the money to get to where she was going.

Her grandmother lived out in the middle of nowhere but Stacy knew that she could hitchhike south to Provo. There, she could start hustling drugs and making money. Stacy would easily find a sap dumb enough to let her live with him, as long as she gave him some ass. She'd go from place to place until she found somewhere that suited her and a guy that wouldn't care what she was up to. Stacy thought that was the perfect place to live out her days. Breaking the law, selling drugs, maybe a little burglary, a nice place to live and a hot dumb guy to sleep next to. Perfect.

After nightfall, all three of them were watching a horror movie. Stacy had already found where her grandmother kept the shotgun but decided to play dumb.

“So, where do you keep the shotgun, granny?” Stacy asked nonchalantly.

“Never you mind. It's close enough for me to get to if there's any problems,” Cecilia told her.

Under your bed, you stupid bitch? Stacy thought. She smiled to herself. Stacy decided to change the subject, “I saw those tracks by the pig pen.”

Cecilia didn't say anything.

“They were huge,” Stacy said.

“Where did you learn about tracks?” Cecilia asked.

Stacy shrugged, “I really don't know anything about tracks except that I've never seen any so big.”

“Will you be okay way out here, Ma?” Mary was concerned.

Cecilia waved her off, “I've lived here for almost twenty years and killed about anything that ever proved a threat to my farm. I can handle myself just fine, don't you worry.”

“I think its a Dogman,” Stacy said.

Cecilia peered at her suspiciously, “A what?”

“A Dogman,” Stacy said, “They're a new cryptid that people have been seeing. They're different from Werewolves because they're dogs, but they can stand up on their hind legs like a Werewolf.”

“I've never heard of a Dogman,” Mary admitted, nervously.

“There ain't no such thing as a Dogman or Werewolves,” Cecilia told them, “Why would you think some made up creature is bothering my animals?”

Stacy shrugged again, “Those tracks were huge. I don't see how a normal dog could make them.”

Cecilia snorted, “You've been living in the city too long. Feral dogs can get plenty big.”

“Big enough to carry off a whole hog?” Stacy challenged.

Cecilia sighed, “No, I'm not sure if they are big enough to actually carry off an entire pig, but I do know that they get huge up here in the mountains.”

Stacy smiled at her grandmother sweetly, “That still doesn't explain how your hog got carried away. It has to be a Dogman.”

Cecilia muttered something then grew quiet.

Stacy enjoyed annoying the old bitch but in reality, she was terrified that whatever had left those tracks, was indeed a Dogman or a Werewolf. Nothing else could explain how the pigs were carried off. Stacy considered running away during the day instead of at night. That wouldn't work though. Her bitch granny would just call the cops and they would escort Stacy back to the property within the hour.

No, her escape had to be done at night while her grandmother was asleep. That would give Stacy hours of a head start before the bitch called the cops.

After the movie, Stacy pretended to go to sleep. When she snuck quietly out of the bedroom, she was surprised to see her mother sleeping on the couch. Stacy was convinced her mother would ditch her in the middle of the night. Since her mother was still here, there was no reason for Stacy to rush her getaway. She decided to go back to bed and wait until her mother left.

That night, Stacy had a dream about the pigs.

She was in a dark forest with only the pale moonlight illuminating her surroundings. The ground was rocky and was painful on her bare feet. Stacy had gone to bed wearing a dark blue over-sized flannel shirt and panties, but now she was wearing a thin white nightgown. She was surprised at how real the dream seemed to be. The sensations, the sounds and her emotions seemed real enough for her to suspect she had sleepwalked right out of the guest bedroom and into the ominous forest.

Stacy couldn't see the pigs, but something just over the nearest hill, through the trees, was slaughtering a few hogs out of view. The pigs squealed in a godawful way, their sharp cries were shrill as though they were being skinned alive. Against the moonlit trees, Stacy could see the shadow of something large moving among its victims. She heard fierce growls and snarls coming from the large predator and watched its silhouette raising its horribly clawed hands as it tore the poor hogs to shreds.

Stacy realized too late that after the thing was done with the pigs, it might head her way so she silently tried to slip away back to her grandmother's house but she had no idea where she was. The forest seemed to go on forever, an endless labyrinth of trees, gulleys and hills. Because of the bright moonlight everything seemed almost faded, blurry as though she were looking at her surroundings through unfocused lens.

For the first time in her life, Stacy was truly afraid. The creature no doubt caught her scent and was busy following her. Heart pounding, Stacy hurried as fast as she could over the tricky terrain. Her mouth was dry, her throat burned and her breaths were hoarse with fear. Stacy wanted to scream for help but she kept her cries locked away inside for fear that her screams could aid the creature in locating her.

Stacy could now hear the beast coming after her, through the dense foliage and she hurried on, stumbling and bumping into trees, shrubs and ditches. She knew the creature could see her now because it let out a snarl of triumph from behind her as it raced to catch her. Stacy could hear its impatient mewls and excited panting. The creature was closing in, eager to wreck the same horrible violence it had done to the pigs upon her.

Stacy awoke with a cry in a tangle of blankets.

Fearfully, she switched on the bedside lamp, looking around the quiet bedroom for a looming predator, but saw nothing. Stacy was alone and safe.

She wept heavy but silent tears of terror. The dream had upset her and frightened her. Stacy couldn't remember even being so shaken up before, especially by a nightmare. It had seemed so real, the fear she felt was tangible. She could still feel the cold night air kissing her skin and still heard the horrible noises of excitement coming from the creature that was chasing her. Stacy hugged herself for the rest of the night and stayed awake, too scared to go back to sleep.


* * *


Early the next morning, Stacy got out of bed and got herself dressed. Since her wardrobe was limited, she put on another black t shirt and the same jeans. She went out into the living room to find her mother and grandmother watching TV.

“Good morning, baby. I made some eggs and bacon if you're hungry,” Cecilia said brightly.

“Okay,” Stacy said. She went into the quaint kitchen and fixed herself a plate. She was putting some bread in the toaster when the forest outside the kitchen window caught her eye. The trees were just as ominous as the day before, even more frightening to Stacy because of the stupid dream.

Stacy called to her grandmother, “You never saw what was attacking your pigs, Granny?”

“I really hate when you call me granny,” Cecilia answered, “But no, I never did see the damn dog.”

“I still don't think it's a dog,” Stacy said.

“Well, you're entitled to your own opinion, Missy.”

Stacy sat down on the couch with her plate of food, glowering at Cecilia, “I really hate it when you call me Missy.”

“I think its silly that you believe some mythical, make believe creature is out in those woods. If there was any kind of monster out here, I would have seen it by now,” Cecilia said.

Stacy was going to ask how an old hag with poor eyesight could see anything definite, but she decided to leave it for now. Her mother had caught her attention. She was acting suspiciously nervous.

Stacy rolled her eyes, “You have something to say, mother?”

Mary said, “Well, Stacy, I want to be honest with you. We came up here not just to visit with your grandmother but for you to stay with her for a few weeks. School doesn't start up for another month so this is a good of time as any for you to enjoy the great outdoors. I was hoping that maybe a chance of scenery would do you some good. It might even be fun for you.”

Stacy was shocked that her mother would be so honest about the whole thing. Mary was speaking rapidly, knowing that at any minute, Stacy could blow up into a violent tantrum. She was trying to explain herself before it happened. Instead of getting angry, Stacy actually appreciated the fact that her mother had leveled with her about it. She expected the stupid bitch to try to sneak away while Stacy wasn't looking. Since she had been honest, her daughter had nothing to say but, “Okay.”

Her mother looked stricken, “You're okay with all of this? You're not angry at me for leaving you here?”

Stacy wanted to tell her mother to blow her concern right out her ass. She hated how her mother worried about every little thing in her life. Stacy wished Mary would just leave her the hell alone. Since she planned on running away that very night after her mother left and the old bitch went to bed, Stacy faked being interested, “This farm is peaceful. I kinda like how fresh the air is up here. The quiet is nice too. I wouldn't mind staying here for a few weeks.”

You should get an Academy Award nomination for that delivery, Stacy thought to herself.

Mary and Cecilia both breathed a deep sigh of relief, “That's wonderful, Stacy,” Her mother said, pleased, “I appreciate you being such a good sport about it.”

Stacy shrugged.

Her mother began packing and getting ready to leave. Stacy could hardly wait until the bitch was gone for good. Cecilia recruited Stacy to help her care for the animals. They had to be fed and watered. Some of the pens needed to be cleaned out as well. Stacy busied herself, using the labors to pass the day away.

That night after they ate dinner, Cecilia made a pot of tea and asked Stacy to sit with her for a bit in the comfortable living room in front of the warm fire in the hearth. “There are some things I need to tell you,” Cecilia explained.

“What sort of things?” Stacy wanted to know.

“The rules,” Cecilia said, “You follow them and we won't have any problems. Rule number one--”

“I don't like rules,” Stacy interrupted, “If you set boundaries for me, I'll just be even more tempted to break them. I'm just saying.”

“Rule number one,” Cecilia continued patiently, “Respect of privacy. I won't go snooping around in your room while you're here so don't go snooping around in mine, deal?”

Stacy thought about it for a few seconds. She had already violated that rule numerous times so she nodded in the affirmative.

“Rule number two,” Cecilia continued, “Earn your keep. There are plenty of chores to do around here. The harder you work and help out, the more fun we can have afterward. We can order pizza, rent movies, go out to dinner or whatever you like as a treat. I might even pay you if you work your ass off, okay?”

Stacy smiled, but not because the rule had pleased her. She just knew she wasn't going to be around long enough to 'have fun' with this idiotic old hag. Stacy decided to agree to this rule too, “Fine.”

“Rule number three and this is the most important rule of them all,” Cecilia said, cryptically, “No going outside after sunset.”

Stacy snorted, “I thought you said we could go out to dinner? What time does that mean for you? Three o'clock in the afternoon?”

“No, as long as you stay on the porch or the driveway, everything is fine. Just no going out into the woods after dark. It's very dangerous. I mean it, Missy.”

“I knew it!” Stacy said angrily.

“You knew what, exactly?”

“I knew there was something out in the forest that you're worried about,” Stacy said triumphantly, “There's some sort of monster prowling around out in the trees, isn't there?”

Cecilia sighed and said, “There's a legend around these parts. Tales of a beast that will kill anyone foolish enough to go tramping around the woods at night. It comes to people's farms sometimes too and takes livestock.”

Stacy was actually interested in the story. She looked at her grandmother in a completely different way now. Stacy asked her, intrigued, “You've seen it, haven't you?”

Cecilia stared at her for a few moments then nodded, “Yes, I have and I wish to God I hadn't.”

“What does it look like?” Stacy asked.

Cecilia stood and walked over to the window, staring out at the dark tree line, “It's had several different descriptions of it over the years. They called it by several different names too, but to me, it looked like a giant wolf.”

“It had to be bigger than any wolf you've ever seen,” Stacy said.

“Much bigger, at least three times as big.”

Stacy felt uneasy in the small house. The windows were only glass and the doors were hollow wood. If the creature wanted to get inside, it could rather easily. Stacy wanted to warn her grandmother away from the window. The warmly lit and cozy living room seemed cold and vulnerable now.

Cecilia continued, “The size of it was frightening enough for me but then, it stood up on its hind legs! Just like a person! It was still a wolf but standing comfortably on its back legs. The front paws uncurled into gnarled hands with long claws at the end but the back paws stayed as massive paws.”

“Where did you see it?” Stacy's mouth had gone dry. Her voice was hoarse.

“I was guarding my pigs one night and it came over my back fence. It snarled at me and I was so afraid, I didn't even think to shoot it with my shotgun. I just stood there and watched it snatch up one of the pigs and run off,” Cecilia voice had trailed off as if she was reliving the experience.

Stacy's thoughts drifted as well, back to the horrible nightmare she had. That same primal fear seized her. She started sweating, shaking and her heart was drumming in her chest so loudly that she felt the beating of it in her ears. What the hell were they doing here? The creature could bust through the front door any minute and kill them both.

Stacy thought about her mother leaving her here. She might as well have put her daughter on a boat destined to sink way out in the middle of the ocean. That fucking bitch! Stacy then realized that her grandmother had also elected to keep her here, knowing the danger. Stacy stood up, fists clenched at her side, “How the hell could you invite me to stay here with you? Why would you risk my safety, you heartless bitch!”

Cecilia frowned at her, “You watch your mouth, Missy! That creature has been roaming these forests for as long as I can remember. There has never been one person killed. It goes after livestock, not people. Hell, the damn thing went right past me to get to my pigs. It doesn't have an interest in killing humans, so calm down.”

“Then why are you so afraid to go out at night?” Stacy demanded, “If the monster isn't dangerous, why do you stay indoors after the sun goes down?”

“I'm no fool, Stacy. The beast ignored me that night and I have thanked God every day since. Do you think I want to tempt fate twice? Not on your life. We stay indoors at night and we'll be safe. That's all there is to it.”

“Don't you ever think the damn thing could break into your house?” Stacy was trying to calm herself and hide the fact that she was panicked but couldn't. Her voice was shrill.

Cecilia sighed irritably, “I haven't ever heard of the monster breaking into people's homes so I don't see why it would start now. I'm not going to live my life too afraid to go outside and get my farming done but I only go out in the day time. I give the creature as much space as I can. I never want to cross paths with it ever again. It's called respect.”

“Respect, my ass!” Stacy exploded, “You call it what you want! I call it stupidity! You can sit here like an idiot and hope the damn thing doesn't come to get you in the middle of the night but there's no way in hell I'm staying here another minute!”

Cecilia was shocked, “What are you doing?”

Stacy stormed out of the living room and into her grandmother's bedroom, Cecilia was on her heels.

“Get your ass out of my room, right now, young lady!” Cecilia warned angrily.

Stacy reached under the bed and grabbed the shotgun, “Fuck you! I'm out of here! You get in my way and you'll be sorry!”

Cecilia was red faced with fury, “What, are you going to shoot me, Stacy? Is that what you're going to do?”

Stacy stood trembling with rage and fear before the elderly woman. “Get out of my way,” Stacy said coldly.

Cecilia defiantly remained blocking the doorway. Her voice was just as cold, “You put that shotgun down and get out of my room, right now.”

“Get the fuck out of my way, you stupid fucking bitch!” Stacy yelled.

Cecilia stood her ground.

After a few seconds, the stand off continued. Stacy tried to push past her grandmother but Cecilia grabbed her arm. Stacy tried to jerk away but the older woman was stronger than she expected. Years of hard farm work had left Cecilia as strong as a woman much younger. Stacy tried to punch her but Cecilia pushed forward, driving Stacy off balance. Cecilia tried to pull the shotgun out of Stacy's grip but Stacy held firm. They struggled for control of the weapon.

Both of them were panting and grunting, fighting for the weapon with all their might. Stacy pushed her grandmother against the dresser, toppling over a few bottles of lotions and perfume.

Cecilia said, “You damn stupid little girl! The damn thing is going to go off if you keep this up!”

“Let it go and get the hell out of my way!” Stacy boomed.

“No! You will do as I say and put this shotgun back where it belongs!” Cecilia yelled back.

The struggle went on. Stacy couldn't believe that the old bitch was this strong. She had always thought elderly people were frail but Cecilia was proving otherwise. Stacy completely lost her temper and clawed at her grandmother's face with her fingernails.

Cecilia cried out in pain and let go of the shotgun. Stacy swung it at Cecilia like a baseball bat. Cecilia threw her arms up in defense but the sheer fury had made the attack a vicious one. The shotgun smashed into the old woman with a loud cracking sound. Cecilia shrieked in pain and fell.

Stacy didn't give a shit how badly the old bitch was hurt. She stormed out of the house, into the cold night air and down the driveway, shotgun at the ready for any monster. If she saw it, she was going to blow its balls off.

Stacy knew that the drive way was several miles long and it was going to be a long walk to the main road. Instead of staying on the dirt roadway, she considered cutting across the field to shorten her trip but decided the road was safer.

There was a weak moon out as Stacy trudged on. The road was dark but even darker were the tall trees lining the narrow drive. It was colder than she had expected, Stacy grumbled to herself about not grabbing her jacket before she left. She was only wearing her black t shirt. Her heart rate was beginning to slow to normal and her anger was dissipating.

When she had first left the house, Stacy had been so angry that she wasn't even concerned about the damn beast stalking the forest. Now that she was calming down, the fear was returning to her. She felt sick, her stomach was fluttering with nervous butterflies. Stacy felt watched, as though something already knew she had left the house and was following her.

Stacy heard a slight snap of dried leaves being crushed underfoot. She swung the 12 gauge toward the sound, her senses on high alert. She heard awful raspy breathing but the realized that she was listening to her own ragged breaths. Her mouth had gone dry. Stacy swallowed nervously several times, trying to moisten her throat.

Cecilia's shotgun was a 12 gauge pump action Mossberg. Stacy had never actually fired a shotgun before and she was taken aback by how heavy it was. Her arms ached as she held it up, aiming at the treeline. It was so dark that Stacy was tempted to run back to the house but she knew Cecilia had probably already called the police on her.

Stacy didn't have a choice but to head for the main road. If she had knocked Cecilia out, maybe she would have a good enough head start before the cops showed up. If not, she only had a matter of minutes before the entire forest came alive with policemen, dogs and maybe even a search helicopter. Stacy could see the live TV news for that evening: “Police hunt for disturbed and armed runaway.”

Instead of worrying about what might be in the trees, Stacy decided to just go. As she hurried down the long driveway, she couldn't help but feel that if there was a beast stalking her, it would, without a doubt, attack her from behind. Stacy had turned her back to it and made herself an easier target. She risked a look over her shoulder, expecting to see a massive monster with its mouth opened wide, ready to sink its teeth into her flesh.

There was no monster directly behind her but further up on the drive, there was a massive form in the middle of the road.

“No way,” Stacy squeaked to herself.

In the deep gloom, she couldn't make out any details, but it was forty feet or so behind her and it was so large, it took up most of the road. Stacy told herself it was a car. Cecilia had jumped into her vehicle and was pursuing Stacy with the headlights off. That's all it was.

The dark form stood up to its full height.

“No way,” Stacy gulped.

The forest had suddenly gone very quiet as she stood watching the beast on the road. She couldn't tell what it was doing so she turned herself around so that she was facing it. There was no way it was her grandmother standing there. This thing was easily seven feet tall.

Stacy was looking at something from legend, a creature that was only rumored to exist. It was a Werewolf.

Through the silence around the two of them, Stacy heard a distinct sound. A deep menacing growl.

The world spun around her; Stacy's terror was so profound that she nearly fainted. She was holding the shotgun so she turned the weapon toward the thing, braced herself and pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

Oh God!

Stacy had seen how shotguns were supposed to be pumped so she frantically slid the forestock back toward her, then away from her and was relieved to hear the familiar sound of a shell being loaded.

The creature suddenly charged at her with a chilling snarl.

Stacy screamed and pulled the trigger again. The shotgun roared to life, catching the creature at point blank range as it was reaching for her with its awful claws. The blast lifted the beast up and knocked it backwards.

The recoil on the shotgun had caught Stacy by surprised and she lost her balance, falling back on her butt on the dark dirt road. She used the shotgun to pull herself to her feet as quickly as she could.

Stacy actually ran right by the thing as it was sprawled out in the road. She slid the forestock back again as she ran and an empty smoking spent shell was expelled out of the chamber, then she slid it forward and a fresh shell was loaded.

Stacy was going back to the house.

Her mind was screaming at her that it was a bad idea. The cops were on their way and she'd be arrested for assault, battery and probably stealing a firearm. Stacy didn't care. She'd rather spend the rest of her life in prison than to spend one more minute out in the darkness with the savage beast.

Stacy heard the creature growling again. She turned and saw it getting up on its four legs. It began to give chase. It moved so swiftly that Stacy knew it was going to easily catch her. She turned the shotgun at it for a second time as the massive wolf sprang at her, mouth and claws outstretched.

The shotgun roared again, this time hitting the creature in the head.

Stacy was knocked backwards again from the recoil, falling on her ass but this time, she dropped the shotgun.

The creature fell back with a yelp of pain, landing on its hindquarters. It rolled off the road and into the shallow ditch that ran parallel to the driveway.

Stacy scrambled to her feet and abandoned the shotgun. She could run much faster without it. She could see the house up ahead, the familiar warm lights burning in the windows, giving the property a safe, welcoming glow.

Stacy ran harder than she ever had before, really pushing herself. Her fear gave her strength, adrenaline was pumping through her veins as she tore over the road faster than she could ever remember running before.

Behind her, back where the creature had rolled into the ditch, she could hear growling and snarling again.

Why isn't the Goddamn thing dead yet?

Stacy kept running, not even looking behind her. She focused everything she had on the house before her. She was going to open the door, go inside and slam the door shut behind her in one fluid movement.

Stacy heard the beast's claws tearing up the dirt far behind her as it gave chase. It was snarling viciously. There was an angry hunger to its growls.

As she ran, Stacy kept expecting to be tripped up, either by the creature chasing her or by an unseen obstacle on the dark terrain. She would fall face first and the beast would be on her back in a second, tearing at her mercilessly with its teeth and claws.


Stacy reached the front lawn and ran swiftly up the front walkway. Any second now, the creature would be on her. She screamed in terror in expectation of being dragged down from behind. Although she told herself not to, Stacy glanced over her shoulder and saw the the creature was rounding the front fence, almost to the walkway she was on.

Stacy screamed again and tried to run even faster. She reached the front porch and stumbled up the steps, almost losing her balance but she managed to tear the front door open. Luckily her grandmother hadn't locked the door after Stacy had left or she would have been undoubtedly killed right there on the front stoop.

With a not-so-fluid motion as she would have liked, Stacy went inside the house and slammed the door shut behind her, collapsing with her back against it on the verge of passing out. She had never run so far and so fast in her entire life.

Stacy kept telling herself the same thing, over and over in her head, as she fought to catch her breath. It was something Cecilia had told her, just a few minutes ago, 'I haven't ever heard of the monster breaking into people's homes so I don't see why it would start now.' Stacy repeated it to herself again and again as if the words would somehow make it an unquestionable law of nature, as if, by invoking those words, the beast would be unable to break through the front door.

It must have worked because Stacy couldn't hear the snarls anymore and nothing tried to break through the front door.

Stacy was still trying to catch her breath when she became aware that she could hear the night forest outside very clearly. Standing painfully to her feet, she looked down the hallway and saw that the backdoor was wide open.

No way!

Stacy rushed to close it, expecting at any second, a massive form would fill the doorway and step into the house to kill her. Instead, she saw Cecilia.

“Granny?” Stacy asked, shocked. Cecilia stepped into the kitchen and closed the backdoor behind her. She was nude.

What in the fuck?

“You fucking little bitch!” Cecilia spat, walking toward Stacy with a determined gait, “Fighting with me, scratching my face, hitting me with the shotgun, making me chase you down the driveway. Then you have the fucking nerve to shoot me twice? I'm going to make you suffer more than any of my prey have ever suffered before.”

Stacy's mind collapsed in on itself. She couldn't process what she was hearing and seeing. She actually heard herself giggling. My grandmother is a Werewolf? No fucking way! Stacy laughed as her naked grandmother approached her. She didn't even try to run as the elderly woman transformed into the fearsome creature before her very eyes. For some reason, it made Stacy laugh even harder. Stacy didn't scream as she was carried out of the house and into the cold dark woods by the beast that was her Granny. She didn't start screaming until the monster threw her to the ground and started to hurt her, really badly, for a very long time. Stacy's hoarse screams of agony for over an hour might have been heard for miles, if there had been anyone around but the monster to hear them.

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