The Black Fox

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Jerome was stranded on a lone island, unaware of the fact that an evil fox was living on the island. Jerome is driven insane and this leads to an unfortunate end.

Submitted: July 15, 2009

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A lone plane was caught in a sudden storm over the sea. It was a small plane and would not survive. The name of the plane’s pilot was Jerome. He looked out of the side window and saw a small island in the distance. He tried his best to get closer to it, but he lost control of the plane. He hastily grabbed his parachute, put it on and opened the door with difficulty. He took a deep breath and jumped out. He activated the parachute, which was instantly swept up by the fierce wind. He drew closer to the island. He prayed that he would land safely there. He started to drift further and further from the island. He heard a faint splash mixed with an explosion. The plane had crashed. The wind took him back towards the island with a violent jerk. He thought he was hurtling to his death. He was over the island when he decided to relieve himself of his parachute. He took out a pocket knife and began to cut the ropes. When he was on the last rope he closed his eyes. Oh, I hope I land safely! He thought to himself. The last rope was cut, and Jerome was sent hurtling to the earth. He landed in a tree. He was knocked unconscious from a few branches to the head. He awoke several hours later in a daze. His head was throbbing with pain. He looked up at the sky and saw that the storm had passed. It was as though the storm had not occurred. The ground was dry and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. He stood up with difficulty and staggered toward the beach. He walked to the edge of the water, looking out into the horizon. He saw nothing but waves that glistened in the sunlight. He turned around, not knowing what to do next, and then saw, at the entrance into the small forest he had just come from, a small, black fox. “There are such things as black foxes?” Jerome asked himself. The fox advanced towards him. Jerome wasn’t frightened. He was confused because the fox was wearing a blue collar. Jerome squatted down and stared into the foxes eyes. Suddenly, Jerome was filled with fear. A fear of something Jerome could not determine. Twisted thoughts ran through his mind. Jerome started to run from the lone fox and looked back as he reached a large boulder that was resting on the sand. The fox was gone. Jerome was still stricken with fear. He knew he had to escape the island. He had a strong feeling that if he didn’t he would surely die. He sat on the boulder, watching where the fox had been. He heard a small bark and Jerome turned towards the source of the sound. It was the black fox. Jerome was petrified with fear. He couldn’t move. The foxed seemed like it had blood dripping from its mouth. I must be hallucinating! He thought desperately to himself, trying to imagine a rational explanation for what he was seeing. The foxed slightly turned its head just past Jerome. It was staring at the ocean. It had an expression on its face as if it were scared. Jerome turned to look out at the ocean and saw nothing to be scared of. He turned back to see that the fox was gone once again. Jerome started to sob uncontrollably. He had no idea where this fear had come from. He felt as though he was about to be eaten by a horde of monsters. He sobbed for hours. Before he knew it, the sun was setting. Jerome rubbed his eyes; the fear seemed to have left his body. He laughed at himself for being so scared of nothing. He turned towards the forest again and saw the fox sitting silently on a fallen tree. “Hey, you fox thing!” He yelled at the fox. “I ain’t afraid of you!” The fox’s shoulders seem to shake slightly, as if it were laughing. Jerome smiled a diabolical smile. “I’m gonna kill you!” he shouted in an insane manner. He ran towards the fox. It darted into the woods. Jerome followed it, laughing maniacally. The fox slowed down to a stop and Jerome caught up to it. The fox turned its head to Jerome. It had glowing, red eyes. Jerome’s psychotic smile faded and he began to scream. He took a step back and started to run. He wanted to find the beach but it was impossible under the darkening sky. He climbed onto a large log and saw that there was a large pit on the other side of it. He turned around and saw the fox and its red eyes. Jerome took a step back and lost his balance on the log and he fell backwards into the pit. He was impaled by a sharp branch that must have fallen from a tree that loomed over the pit. Blood was spewing out of his mouth. He saw the fox looking over him. Its eyes were no longer glowing. Its shoulders were shaking once again as if it was laughing at Jerome’s pain. Before Jerome took his last breath he heard a voice call out. “Is anybody here? I’ve been shipwrecked.” An unknown man said. The fox looked towards the noise and took one last look at Jerome and it was gone.


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