4: Triman: The Hunt

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Part 4 of 14

Submitted: August 28, 2012

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Submitted: August 28, 2012



He was hunting, but he was a very unusually big game hunter for he had heard tales of a werewolf and had had an eerie letter challenging him to hunt the creature.

So what if it was a man he killed, he killed for the sheer sport of it and in these dark woods he knew he would track and kill the creature, it was what he lived for.

Then he saw it, it must have stood nine feet tall, a wolf standing up like a man just watching him.

Watching him with those dark eyes, he lifted his rifle, loaded with silver bullets and sighted down the barrel, took aim and fired.

The werewolf stood there, there was no way he could had missed, he fired again.

The creature began walking towards him so he emptied the last of the bullets which had no effect.

The creature now stood in front of him, his chest filled with red hot pain, he gasped for breath and then fell towards the ground...dead.

Suddenly the werewolf changed, into a strange dwarf that turned away and began walking into the woods, giggling as he went.

Suddenly he turns, as if he can see you reading these very words, he is grinning and then he says "would you like to play a game"?


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