Hounds

A rough excerpt from one of my current works in progress.

The wind howled as it shook the old rickety barn. The window shutters banged open and closed over and over, the sound growing more deafening with our rising tension. 

Then, as suddenly as it had started, everything went still. The shutters banged shut. An eerie silence fell over the place. 

Here we go. I motioned to the group. We moved as far away as possible from the barn door.

My senses buzzed with adrenaline. The only thing I could hear over the ringing in my ears was mine and Marci’s heavy breathing. Lance dragged Chase's unconscious body, blood running down his own shaking arm. Justin held the sobbing twins, one in each arm, his mouth set in a hard line and eyes glued on the door.

Then it came. We knew it was coming. We had braced for it. And our hearts still froze when it happened. Lance moaned, burying his head in his hands. Marci doubled over, throwing up at my feet. I wished I was dead.

The blood-curdling scream filled the air. And then came the bone-chilling howling, as if from an animal straight from the pits of hell. It sounded so far away, yet right in my ear at the same time.

They were coming.

He was coming.