SASQUATCH

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
The fragile frontier between sanity and insanity. Is the dream real? Or is reality a nightmare?

Submitted: March 17, 2011

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SASQUATCH
 
I. SASQUATCH : THE BEASTS
 
Standing in the middle of the rocky road, three huge creatures are staring at them. They are hairy, covered from head to toe with a silvery blond fur, more reddish around the face. It is a face that reminds us of the great primates, with a sharp glare in those little maroon eyes that seem strangely intelligent. They have wide shoulders and look very solid on their short legs with big feet. They look at them, standing very still for a few minutes before slowly going back to their task. They are moving around big rocks that are blocking the secondary road, situated just a little lower than the main road, with an astonishing efficiency. Sometimes they glance inquisitively at the two strangers who seem to be petrified where they stand. When the young woman comes out of her stupor, her first reflex is to take a few steps back, turn around and run. But suddenly realizing that she can’t go back to where she’d just been, she brutally jerks to the left and climbs over the brick wall standing between the two roads. Pushed by an adrenaline rush, she goes over the hedge quickly only to come face to face with another one of the creatures that seems to come straight from prehistoric time. She screams without a sound. The beast observes her with curiosity. From this close, it is really gigantic. It takes a step towards the young woman who instinctively backs away, terrified. The beast also takes a few steps back, as though scared by the woman’s reaction, hesitates for a few seconds, then finally turns around to go rejoin the others of its kind further down the road. The woman looks at the impressive creature walking away when, all of a sudden, a deer comes running out of the thin woods by the road, heading straight for the beast. The latter stretches out a hand to pet the animal’s muzzle. Then the beast, followed closely by the deer, heads for a tree on which fruits are dangling from its branches, picks one out and feeds it to the deer. And it picks up its slow and heavy stride towards its group. All the danger the young woman felt in front of the beast evaporates as she realizes that they are not a threat. She then notices the her friend is still up on the secondary road and climbs back up the brick wall before running to her friend who is exactly where she had left him. He hasn’t moved but the beasts, on the other hand, have gotten closer. He doesn’t even look at her but she can see the terror painted on his face, he who had been so calm just a little while ago. The young woman puts a comforting hand on her friend’s back. He is shaking. She is also scared and nervous, but not completely terrified. Maybe the beasts won’t have the same pacific reaction with them as the one had with the deer. One of the creatures is now only a few steps away from them. With its vivid, almost human eyes, it looks intensely at the young woman. The latter jumps when the beast lifts up an arm. With a finger, the beast points at its own cheek, then points to the woman’s cheek. Slowly she brushes her cheek with the tip of her fingers and when she finally looks at them, she notices that they are tainted with the familiar dark, sticky blood. For a second she wonders if she got hurt during the fight but then remembers the mess they just left behind and shivers at the thought of having his blood on her skin. She looks back at the beast wondering if it’s only curious or if it actually feels compassion. Suddenly, the creature takes another step forward and stretches out her hand to the young woman. Panicking, her friend grabs her arm but she gently gets out of his grip and, after a brief hesitation, holds out her hand to the beast. Delicately, the big hairy paw of this strange creature closes its grip on the woman’s hand. It gives a slight pull to make the woman come with it. The young woman turns around to clasp her friend by the hand but he has taken a few steps backwards strongly shaking his head. A couple of feet behind him, she discerns another beast, perhaps the one who fed the deer the fruit, unhurriedly coming towards her friend. Before she can say anything, the creature lifts up a hand and pats the young man on the head, just as it did with the deer’s snout. The young man instinctively lowers his head in between his shoulders until it looks like his neck completely disappears. The beast keeps walking her slow stroll towards the group up ahead. Stupefied, the young man looks at his friend. She encourages him to follow her, which he does after hesitating another minute. The beast holding the woman’s hand glances over its shoulder as if making sure the other human is indeed following the heard. Impressed, the young woman can’t keep her eyes off her unusual guide. Its hand is strangely soft for such a big beast; it’s warm and slightly moist but soft like a baby’s skin. Although, the fur is quite rough on her wrist, vaguely reminding her of a horse’s mane. Even though she still feels some apprehension in the pit of her stomach, she doesn’t feel threatened by the imposing creature. Yet, she doesn’t have a clue to where the beasts are taking them. But she’s certain that it can’t be as bad as the place they just left behind them. She had always thought that these gigantic mysterious creatures were only an urban legend, a myth, a fantasy and she was in some kind of awe to be faced with such a mythical creature. Her friend had finally joined her to take her other hand and the procession consisting of six huge beasts and two stunted humans disappeared in the thicker woods at the foothill of the mountain.


 

 
II. SASQUATCH: FRONT PAGE
 
SUSPECTS OF A HOMOCIDE KIDNAPPED BY BIGFOOT
 
“Witnesses say they saw the two suspects – who have not been identified – disappear into the woods with the creatures that were still, to this day, only an urban legend. The beasts, that are commonly called “Bigfoot” or “Sasquatch” have also rebuilt the rock barricade that has been blocking the secondary road for a few years now, which puts the logical hypothesis of the rock fall to the test. An anonymous source informed us that it was believed a small earthquake was responsible for the fallen rocks. But, seeing the beasts working all together, there is now a new hypothesis claiming that they might have been at the origin of the rocks finding themselves on that road.
We have heard over and over zealous witnesses tell the tales of bigfoot sightings deep in the woods, but such an rally and so close to a human community, that had never been heard off before. A certain Dr. X from the (…) hospital had brought forward the theory of a collective hallucination. Indeed, without giving us too many details, the first officers on the scene of the crime acknowledged the fact that the murder that has taken place in the nearby community house is nothing like they have seen before; a crime of a horrifying violence that they thought impossible. The younger officer also confided to us that what he had seen would haunt his thoughts for the rest of his life; he seemed very shook up.
The suspects’ bloody clothes were found in the woods that surround this community house, but no trace of the two individuals or the beasts that were seen with them. The searches are still going on but the chances of finding them alive in such conditions are thin – without clothes, food or water, it would be surprising that anybody would survive more than a night in those treacherous woods.
All the witnesses have been admitted at the (…) hospital to get treated for nervous traumatism and aggravated emotional shock.”


 

 
III. SASQUATCH: THE MURDER
 
What we have to understand…
 
He was a brilliant man, but extremely violent. I had the misfortune of falling in love with Him before discovering the ugly truth of that unfortunate trait of character. After that, when came the time when I should’ve left, it was already too late. So for years, I suffered, too scared to run or to warn the authorities, until the incident that jolted me out of my lethargic state of mind, pushing me to react.
We were living in the middle of nowhere in a house filled with unnecessary junk that He would pick up in the old cars and appliances cemeteries. He always said he wanted to use them for when He would get into crafty sculpting, but everything would end up in any free corner of the house, the garage or just laying outside on the land around our home. This land was vast and to the house’s image; badly maintained with a pitiful look, with weed growing instead of grass on the sandy ground. At first, I had tried to take care of the place, but I would get a beating if I’d move any of His precious junk if only just by a hair. After all, for Him, any excuse was good enough to hit me; too much sugar in His coffee, too much salt in the beef stew, not enough gin in the bottle, not enough hot water for His shower, too many crappy commercials on TV. and the list goes on. I always tried to take less space, trying to look invisible to reduce the amounts of hits I could get in one day, trying to fade into my surroundings. Since I was completely isolated during those years, I didn’t have many friends. There was Tara, that lived in a caravan on a land right besides ours. And Matt, the delivery man for the local grocery store with whom I built a friendship over the many trips he made at the house for the constant orders of alcohol. While Matt had his doubts about my situation, Tara, on the other hand, knew exactly what was going on since she’d been through the same ordeal herself. Neither of them had ever met Him. Until that fatal day.
It was time for my annual visit to the doctor’s. He would always calm down and restrain Himself for about a week before the appointment because He was well aware that big and numerous bruises brought on indiscrete and unwanted questions. It was a break that I welcomed with sorrow because I knew that the rage accumulated over the week would come pouring out of Him as soon as I would lay a foot in the house. So, my heart filled with misery and fear, I slowly made my way from the taxi to the porch. I knew right away, as soon as I’d pushed the door open, that something wasn’t right. I took a few silent steps inside the house, holding my breath listening to the abnormal quietness. The blood froze in my veins when I heard a horrified scream followed by an angry grunt and terrifying noises of breaking wood. I rushed across the labyrinth of corridors filled with junks and that’s when I saw them, through a dirty glass pane with a view on the backyard. He’d pushed her back to the garden shed, brandishing a hammer in from of her while she screamed at him, trying to avoid the blows. She already had a laceration on her shoulder that was profusely bleeding and her right leg seemed badly hurt, maybe even broken. “TARA !”, I screamed as I pounded on the window. He heard me too. His head jerked towards the house and He shot me a threatening and crazed glare. Tara took advantage of his distraction and rushed past Him, hopping on her good leg, heading for the back porch. If only she’d been able to climb those stairs, we could’ve maybe locked ourselves inside the house. But, as fast as a lightning bolt, He threw the hammer at Tara, hitting her right to the back of the neck. She let out a tiny cry before collapsing to the ground like a ragged doll at the bottom of the steps. I screamed again as I rushed through the hallways to get to the back porch. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Him standing at Tara’s feet, arms hanging, His empty glare staring into space. He bent down to pick up the hammer. Burning tears were pouring out of my eyes but I angrily wiped them away when He looked up at me. He ordered me to stop crying like a baby and to clean up the mess. He heavily climbed the stairs and when He passed by me, He whispered: “She shouldn’t have come here…”. I sniffled and tightened my jaw, expecting a hit, but He just went in the house. As soon as He was gone, I slowly made my way to Tara and kneeled beside her. I don’t know how long I stayed there, crying silently while passing my fingers through her long blond hair stained with blood. I knew what He meant by “cleaning up the mess” and I knew I had to do it if I wanted to stay alive. After a while, I got closer to Tara, turned her around to take her in my arms. I shivered when I came in contact with her cold skin. Her eyes were still open and getting glossy so I closed them gently with the tip of my fingers. Her round face was bruised and scratched, her right shoulder had been bashed in to the bone and her ankle was swollen and blue. I stayed there, holding my friend in my arms until the sun started to set on the horizon, tainting the sky scarlet. Wiping off the last tears of my body, I started the most horrifying task I’ve ever had to do in my whole life. While sweat rolled down my back as I was covering up my friend’s body, I took the most important decision of my pitiful existence.
The next day, He left the house as usual to go to work. I waited a couple of hours then left an order at the grocery store. I packed some clothes in a garbage bag and sat down on the front porch to wait for Matt. When I saw his old blue pick-up truck come up the driveway, I started crying again. Right away, Matt knew something was terribly wrong, I could see it in his face, but he didn’t ask any questions, he just came up to me and gently squeezed my shoulder. I asked him to leave the groceries inside before explaining that I was leaving with him today. Still, he didn’t ask any questions but simply told me he knew of a place where we could go. We got in his truck and drove away. When we went by Tara’s little caravan, my head started spinning and a sour taste filled up my mouth followed by a nauseous wave of warm saliva. I waved at Matt who stopped the truck just in time for me to open the door and vomit the disgust, the rage, the sadness and the anxiety that had been eating at my guts for the past seven years of my life.
I was finally gone.


 

 
What happened…
 
I don’t know how it’s possible but I felt spied on during my deepest sleep. I woke up, startled, jolting up in bed, all my senses in a sudden alert, waking up Matt that was sleeping beside me.
He had brought me to an isolated community house where he’d been before while going through a rough time in his own life a little while ago. He didn’t know anybody who was there anymore, people came and went all the time in this kind of place, no questions were asked and everybody there was appreciative of the discreet company as well as the tranquility. It was completely secluded from the cruel outside world and people only knew this place from hearing about it through friends or family that had already passed by. That’s how it stayed, a sort of peaceful nest for wrecked souls, a stop to the road to healing broken hearts. It was a huge house with only one gigantic kitchen but with a multitude of little living rooms and a very wide and big downstairs divided in small bedrooms. The house had been built at the end of a long sinuous rocky road, in a valley at the foothill of a mountain, surrounded by woods and rocks which almost made the house completely invisible to anybody who wasn’t looking for it.
“He’s here…”, I whispered to Matt who was looking at me with a concerned frown. He slipped into his jeans and pulled a shirt on while I stayed in bed, cold and paralyzed with fright. Matt pulled open the curtain to uncover the window that was at ground level and I held my breath in certain He would be there with the crazed look in his eyes. But I only caught a glimpse of fading stars in an orange sky announcing the arrival of the sun. To reassure me, Matt told me he would go outside to take a look around. I kept my eyes riveted to the window where the curtain hadn’t completely fallen back in its place, waiting to see Matt’s silhouette on the lighted sky. But what I saw through the crack of the curtain lifted up such a violent wind of panic inside me that I thought, for a second, that my head had just exploded. He was there, at this very window, a vengeful and demonic look in his eyes with a terribly chilling grin on his lips. And I knew I would never escape Him. I screamed, or at least I thought I did, although nobody came to see what the racket was about. Maybe they did hear me but didn’t have time to react since everything happened so fast. Furiously pushing the sheets away, the adrenaline taking over the paralysis, I jumped out of bed just as I heard the glass of the window breaking. I was close enough to feel pieces of sharp glass fly on my bare arms. Still fighting against the sheets that seemed to be as alive as a nest of snakes, crawling around my legs, I tried to rush to the door but tripped and fell hard on my face while He was climbing through the window just behind me. I knew now that I couldn’t possibly escape so I tried to look for any object I could use to defend myself. I spotted an old rusted toolbox, probably forgotten by another passerby, half hidden behind the used up armchair in the room. Lifting myself up with my shaky arms, I pulled myself ahead still kicking my feet to get rid of the sheets. That’s when he grabbed me by the hair and violently jerked me backwards. This time I heard myself scream. It was a scream filled with pain and terror but also with rage. And with that powerful scream came surging through me a rush of adrenaline that filled up all the nerves of my body with an incredible strength, pushing the fear in an inactive part of my brain. I wasn’t going to die today. I brutally turned around, leaving Him only a handful of hair to hold on to and managed to kick Him hard in the stomach with both feet. It cut off his breath and destabilized him if only for a second, but it was just enough time for me to propel myself to the toolbox. Luckily for me it opened without a fuss and I grabbed the first thing my fingers wrapped around. It was a small hand axe. I felt Him taking hold of my thighs, digging His dirty fingernails in my skin to pull me to Him with a grunt. But before He could lock my in His strong grip, I hit Him right on the knee. He immediately let go of me to hold his knee with both hands, squealing while the blood gushed out of the wound. I finally got to my feet, the sheets still wrapped around my left leg. Unfortunately, my blow had only managed to infuriate Him more and He dove on me with a demented fury but this time, I was ready and waiting for Him. I sliced open His shoulder and blood splatters flew all over the walls. A lightning of surprise flashed in front of His eyes for a second before He charged again. And I hit Him again. And again. And again. But it didn’t seem to slow down His assaults. There was blood everywhere, but the Bastard kept moving, stretching out His arms to me, laughing like a maniac. He seemed to get taller and wider and I had the unsettling impression He would devour me like a crazed cannibal.
Suddenly, two strong hands grabbed my shoulders from behind, pulling me to a warm reassuring body. I was like a switch flicked off in my brain and that’s when I saw the pile of ripped up meat and bones sprawled out on the bed. Not one spot on His body had been spared, all of His skin had been sliced, cut, diced. By me. But He had kept attacking… hadn’t He ? I could still see His face disfigured by rage. Matt was holding me close to him, which was a good thing since my entire being was shook by involuntary convulsions. He whispered in my ear that we had to get out of there and that’s when I started hearing the murmurs of horror and surprise echoing in the hallways of the big house. The axe fell out of my hand and landed on the floor with what seemed to be the loudest noise, a deafening crash of metal that came knocking on the edges of my bruised brain. It was probably shock. Matt turned me around so I would face him and, putting an arm around my shoulders, he picked up some clothes that were laid out on the armchair. He then dragged me in the hallways to find the quickest way out of the house. Once outside, he helped me put on a pair of jeans over my pajamas and shoved some grass in my hands so I could wipe some of the blood off. Matt wrapped me in his arms again and guided me away from the house. The sky was more blue now and I could feel the warmth of the sun but still couldn’t stop shivering and trembling. Matt brought me onto the rocky road and even though he kept quiet, his presence only was comforting and kept me from losing my mind completely. I didn’t know where we could go and I don’t think Matt had any idea either. We had left the truck at the train station and hopped on a train to try and disappear without a trace which, obviously, had failed. I was racking my brains trying to figure out how He had managed to find me when Matt froze up beside me, stopping dead in his tracks. I looked up, my heart skipped a beat and I really believed I had finally gone mad.


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