A father and daughter love sharing scary stories on Halloween. This year, her father relates a terrifying story from his youth that may have more truth to it than either are willing to admit.
Bad Breath by Mark Towse
- ePub Digital: aprox. 5000
- Publisher: Alban Lake Publishing 2019
- Language: English
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Sarah rushed forward, and we followed in pursuit through the mist and towards the centre, but there was no sign of the gaping mouth we had come to see.
“Are we in the right spot?” I asked.
“Definitely,” Sarah said, “it was here.”
I knew she was right and David agreed this is where we had seen it the previous day. The earth was flat, and we couldn’t see any outline of a trapdoor or anything that indicated it was capable of movement, the ground was solid. We circled around the clearing and reluctantly sat down; David opened his backpack and gave out some Auntie Nora’s muesli bars, and passed our remaining water. It was a few seconds before I realised we were only a couple of hundred yards from the main road but could not hear a thing, and it was unnaturally quiet until Sarah ripped open her muesli bar and started chewing ferociously. The silence of the clearing seemed to accentuate the chewing tenfold, and it was almost unbearable. I got up and inspected the ground further; starting from the centre and slowly circling outwards; I shined the torch on every inch of that earth until I reached the edge of the mist.
I stuck my head out temporarily, immediately I could hear the cars on the road and the branches whipping against each other in the breeze. I pulled my head back in only to be greeted by pin-drop silence and a slight ringing in my right ear. I pushed my head out again to make sure it wasn’t my imagination and could again hear everything around me, back in the circle of mist there was no sound apart from Sarah scrunching up her empty packet.
“Guys, come here!”
David scuttled across blindly in the mist; I noticed it seemed to be getting visibly thicker as the evening drew in.
“Stand there and tell me what you hear,” I said to him.
“I hear cars, trees, why?” David replied as he stood just outside of the clearing.
“Now come back in the mist and tell me what you hear.”
“What the hell?” David mouthed as he looked back at me. “How is that possible?”
“Sarah, come here quickly, you are going to love this,” I shouted back towards the centre of the mist.
When she didn’t come over immediately, we both rushed back, and we found her stood in the makeshift jaws of the earthy mouth. The soil beneath her feet appeared to be moving and gave the impression of a thick wet marshy tongue.
“It’s back,” she said, smiling.
The mouth was wide open and in the middle of one large exhale, and it was throwing out its smoky breath, accounting for why the mist seemed so much thicker all of a sudden.
“Sarah, move away now!” David shouted.
The mist was so thick you could hardly see her; I directed the torch towards the mouth and could only make out the outline of her black curly her.
“Sarah!” David screamed.
He rushed towards her with his hand outstretched but it just shot straight through the mist, she was gone.