car had been completely silent for the last hour and
a half. At one point she was going to ask him if they
had enough gas, but decided not to. She was afraid he
was going to yell at her again. They had been arguing.
Arguing over the silliest thing. Well, to Shelly it
was not silly. Shelly was pestering him, saying he had
too much to drink. He said he didn't. But you know women.
Nag, nag, nag, nag, and nag!
Shelly began, then thought better of continuing. She
slumped her head against the window, and looked out.
Looked out at those dark, creepy woods. Alfie turned
the wheel to stay on the windy road, and she bumped
her head against the glass. "Ouch!"
Alfie asked her, looking at the road.
hit my head off the glass from that turn ba--"
what?" Alfie asked, this time giving her a quick
glance. "You were gonna say something."
Shelly said. He waved his hand up in the air, gesturing
for her to go on. "Well, I'm sorry about arguing
with you before. I was just worried, that's all."
Alfie pursed his lips together and silently cursed.
He wasn't paying attention to her, anymore. But she
didn't know. "You know I could be a bitch sometimes,
Alfie said loud and clear. This time she did stop talking
and look at him.
little 1984 Ford stopped moving, and the engine cut
off. Inside the car, Alfie bashed his head on the steering
wheel three or four times, purposely. Shelly was telling
him that he should've been paying attention to the fuel
gauge, and there it went. Another argument.
wind picked up, blowing leaves off of the trees, and
making them sway back and forth from their trunks. No
cars passed on the road. It was a two-lane road. Twisty
and turny in every which way. The speed limit was 25,
but most people actually went slower. The road was like
a snake. They had been on it for close to an hour--to
Shelly it felt more like FOREVER! but it wasn't.
are we going to do?" Shelly asked after they had
much to do....'Cept maybe, wait for a car to drive by
and flag it down. Goddamn!"
the next hour they waited--Shelly, half-dozing off into
outer space, and Alfie cursing the whole time--until
Alfie couldn't take it any longer, and stepped out of
the car. He didn't realize how cold it was until he
was actually outside. He wondered how the temperature
dropped so quickly. He thought, but that did no good.
It gave him a headache. He lit up a cigarette.
had fallen asleep. She snored very loudly; Alfie could
hear her from outside. Alfie turned around. Thought:
What the hell just hit me?
A rock lie by his right foot.
looked around, actually shaking in his boots. He didn't
know it, but he was sweating bullets. His spine tingled
with coldness as if someone had just rubbed ice all
up and down his back for the last five minutes. He gulped
he called out. "Is..s-someone out there? We ran
out of gas, and were wondering if someone could help
us out...." He walked to the edge of the forest.
owl hooted from a tree making him jump, and then flew
in front of his face making him scream. When he realized
it was only an owl he laughed. A chuckle of laughter.
chuckle of laughter.
pushed aside a tree branch that got in his way, and
peered inside the forest. Bats rustled in the trees
every now and then, startling him every time. He heard
something else, a....(CRACK OF A BODY IN HALF!) snapping
sound. Kind of like a twig being stepped on. He turned
all around, saw nothing, and before he did see something,
walked out of those dark woods. It spooked the shit
out of him, raising gooseflesh on his neck and arms,
and making it hard to breath.
walked back to the car. But stopped dead in the middle
of the road. He tried to yell, but no words would come
out. The passenger side door was flung open. Shelly
did not know how long he stood in the middle of the
road. His jaw was dropped. He was in the middle of nowhere
with no car, no wife to (SCREAM AT!) bond with. He was
stuck. She left, he thought.
She left me, because I yelled at her. No, she wouldn't...Would
was when he heard a scream. Very low, indeed, but he
had no doubts he had heard a scream. It sounded like
it was coming from the opposite direction in which he
had just come. He ran towards the scream, which was
accompanied by two more, then nothing.
flew throughout the woods--his hands and neck being
cut up by picker and thorn bushes. He cried her name
out as he ran....but he got no response. He tripped
over a root, and went tumbling down, his face getting
caked with mud. He got up, and ran some more.
saw what seemed to be flames coming from about two-hundred
yards away. He kept on running in that direction. He
had to stop, however. He was breathing like he had just
ran a marathon; his heart pounding out of his chest.
He fell over, right plop down on his ass.
he spotted Shelly's sweater covered in blood and torn
to shreds. Faint whimpers slipped past his lips. He
held it to his nose, and sniffed. It could have been
the last time he ever smelled her, it seemed. His whole
body was shaking badly like a smoker who had just quit
two days ago. His face was damp with sweat and caked
threw the sweater down on the ground, and ran to the
direction of the fire. Before he took off again, he
noticed another patch of blood, this time staining the
moment later he arrived to where the fire was. He wished
he hadn't. There, his beloved(BITCHY!) wife hung from
a tree and set afire. Her face, what was left of it
anyways, was cut open, and blood caked on like the mud
Alfie had caked on his face from his fall. She was stripped
of all her clothing, underwear and all. Her breasts
were slit. The fuming aroma of burning flesh flared
to Alfie's nose.
couldn't bear the sight, and looked around for the sick
sonofabitch who did it to her. Nowhere in sight, of
wept into his hands, and thought
It's all my fault. If
I didn't fight with her....somehow, I don't know, we'd
be together right now. We would, I just know it. Why
couldn't it have been me? Why?
spun around to a cracking noise as an axe came straight
at him. It connected with him, and stuck in his shoulder.
He let out a shrill cry and looked at the face who did
this to him and his wife. Whomever had done this mayhem
was no human. Alfie only got a brief glance before he
passed out, but he knew it wasn't human.
had the face of a wild bore, horns and all stuck from
its head. And the body of a man, besides the hairy arms
it had. It snarled at Alfie before he passed out, and
eventually died from blood loss. The Pig-Man chopped
up his dead body, along with Shelly's, then dragged
them to a different location. He put all of the body
parts in a small cave. Inside the cave, there were all
other chopped up bodies lying around.
and Shelly had just interfered with its territory. They
had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now....huh,
now, they paid for it....