The Chronicles of Beast and Man Read Online Free
Author: J. Charles Ralston
meaning. There was only themselves, the beast, and the utter terror that embodied the moment. With the help of the bright moonlight, they were able to see the creature clearly. It was like something from a depraved, twisted nightmare. Its massive body was streaked with blood, and it was too hard to tell if the blood was its own, or that of an earlier kill. In all its savageness, the beast was as unbelievable as it was hideous.
All of a sudden it dropped to its knees and then down to the ground. It was obviously still reeling from the collision. Slow and sluggish, it rose back up and stood again as it continued to cross the road, and disappeared into the woods.
“What in the world was that?” Tyler asked.
“It looked like a...”
“Don't you dare say werewolf...” Tyler said bluntly.
“But...”
“Werewolves are not real.”
Very little was said between both of them as Freddy drove the car back home. They both knew what they had seen but neither one wanted to believe it. For one thing, who in their right mind was going to believe them?
Everyone would just assume they were crazy or stupid.
Once home, Freddy called the police and it wasn’t long before Officer Chapman was there. Right away he began inspecting the damaged vehicle; Chapman was very surprised at the amount of destruction. When Freddy had called the police he claimed that he thought he had hit a dog. After he was finished with his inspection, Chapman questioned the two young men. They explained to the officer why they had been out of town, and why they had been on the road so late. They told the officer their story about hitting a dog, a story that Chapman still wasn’t sure about.
“Boys, if you hit a dog, it had to of been the size of a horse.” Chapman told them.
Chapman’s remark did not change their story one bit. They still insisted that the animal looked like a dog. Chapman had no reason to argue with the two young men and wrote their accounts in his report.
-
The following morning Rod walked in from the bright warm sunlight and opened the door to the police station. He greeted Clara in his usual manner, then took a seat behind his desk and began reading the reports from the night before. Rod briefly read about the Freddy Alexander car accident. He thought very little about it; to him it sounded like a simple small motor vehicle accident. Rod went on to the records of the most recent city council meeting and looked for improvements asked of the police. Very little was said about the department other than a couple complaints about too many police officers, and a complaint that the recently reopened bar and grill needed more security. Rod couldn't help but smile at this, how could they watch over Sheila's Bar and Grill more if they had less officers?
Sheila’s Bar and Grill had been opened six months earlier, and when it first opened it was burglarized twice, but that had been almost four months now. Rod's deputies had been keeping a close eye on the establishment, but had not noticed any activity out of the ordinary as of late.
After reviewing more information and conducting his usual business of the morning he left to go out on patrol. Eventually he found himself outside the Alexander residence, where Freddy's car was still parked. Looking in his rear view mirror, Rod immediately noticed the large dent in the right front side of the car. His first thought was that the damage done to the vehicle couldn’t have been made by a dog.
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Rod continued driving until he arrived at the Restful Motel, the only motel in Medusa. Rod and Marcy had been meeting at this motel off and on for a month. It was the only place in town where they could meet without anyone noticing. Rod had a key to a room made just for him. He convinced the owner (Stanley Bergthorson) that he should have a copy. The deal was that Rod could use the room anytime he pleased, and Stanley could go on supplying his very potent and very illegal moonshine to
All of a sudden it dropped to its knees and then down to the ground. It was obviously still reeling from the collision. Slow and sluggish, it rose back up and stood again as it continued to cross the road, and disappeared into the woods.
“What in the world was that?” Tyler asked.
“It looked like a...”
“Don't you dare say werewolf...” Tyler said bluntly.
“But...”
“Werewolves are not real.”
Very little was said between both of them as Freddy drove the car back home. They both knew what they had seen but neither one wanted to believe it. For one thing, who in their right mind was going to believe them?
Everyone would just assume they were crazy or stupid.
Once home, Freddy called the police and it wasn’t long before Officer Chapman was there. Right away he began inspecting the damaged vehicle; Chapman was very surprised at the amount of destruction. When Freddy had called the police he claimed that he thought he had hit a dog. After he was finished with his inspection, Chapman questioned the two young men. They explained to the officer why they had been out of town, and why they had been on the road so late. They told the officer their story about hitting a dog, a story that Chapman still wasn’t sure about.
“Boys, if you hit a dog, it had to of been the size of a horse.” Chapman told them.
Chapman’s remark did not change their story one bit. They still insisted that the animal looked like a dog. Chapman had no reason to argue with the two young men and wrote their accounts in his report.
-
The following morning Rod walked in from the bright warm sunlight and opened the door to the police station. He greeted Clara in his usual manner, then took a seat behind his desk and began reading the reports from the night before. Rod briefly read about the Freddy Alexander car accident. He thought very little about it; to him it sounded like a simple small motor vehicle accident. Rod went on to the records of the most recent city council meeting and looked for improvements asked of the police. Very little was said about the department other than a couple complaints about too many police officers, and a complaint that the recently reopened bar and grill needed more security. Rod couldn't help but smile at this, how could they watch over Sheila's Bar and Grill more if they had less officers?
Sheila’s Bar and Grill had been opened six months earlier, and when it first opened it was burglarized twice, but that had been almost four months now. Rod's deputies had been keeping a close eye on the establishment, but had not noticed any activity out of the ordinary as of late.
After reviewing more information and conducting his usual business of the morning he left to go out on patrol. Eventually he found himself outside the Alexander residence, where Freddy's car was still parked. Looking in his rear view mirror, Rod immediately noticed the large dent in the right front side of the car. His first thought was that the damage done to the vehicle couldn’t have been made by a dog.
-
Rod continued driving until he arrived at the Restful Motel, the only motel in Medusa. Rod and Marcy had been meeting at this motel off and on for a month. It was the only place in town where they could meet without anyone noticing. Rod had a key to a room made just for him. He convinced the owner (Stanley Bergthorson) that he should have a copy. The deal was that Rod could use the room anytime he pleased, and Stanley could go on supplying his very potent and very illegal moonshine to
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