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The Dark Lady Podcast
The Dark Lady Podcast

Episode 6 · 1 year ago

Half Town

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Rudy Wilson goes running late one night when the moon is full, and is attacked by a werewolf. 
 

When the witching hour draws near, she will whisper in your ear. Nightmares do come true. This is a horror fiction podcast featuring stories that will shock, disturb and dismay. You're listening to the dark lady podcast. Why, hello, Darling, so nice of you to join me. What can I get you? Popcorn? She's puffs, cyanide. Just popcorn. All righty, then, come sit with me on the couch. Let's talk. They say it's a full moon tonight. We should open the window and watch the night sky and if we're lucky, we might hear a Werewolf's howl. Oh Look, you see that guy in the red shorts running down the road? His name is Rudy Wilson. He lives on the other end of halftown.

He goes to Woolsey High Straight A student, Star of the High School Track and field team. The kid is fast. Some people say he can outrun the devil himself. But you know what, you can't out run destiny. Let's see how this plays out. I go out for a run every knot. I'm usually at the door by six P M, but since it was Sunday, I de Sawt it to go out a little later. I wore my remarans t shirt, red Jim shorts and my old sneakers. I left the house around eight thirty P M. I told my dad that I'd be back home before ten. Dad made me wear the running head lamp that my aunt eunus gave me last year on my seventeenth birthday. It's a flash light that you can strap to your head so you can see the road better when you're running in the dark. It also helps driver see you as they pass by. It was annoying to wear, but dad wouldn't let me go out on my night runs without it. I watched the light from my head lamp bounce from the sidewalk to the white picked fences to the garden gnomes on Mister Sullivan's front yard. It felt as if the world was standing still. I loved the night time. It was so dark and soothing. No people on the sidewalk, no cars on the street. It was just you and the trees and the wind. You could be alone with your thoughts and you didn't...

...have to worry about anyone or anything else. You could just be yourself. I went to my usual route. I ran to twenty ninth street, all the way to thirty first. Then I made a right turn and started running through a nameless road. All the kids at my school called this road hangman's alley. It was a long, winding path paved with black ashphalt. It is a road that people rarely used, so the ground was mostly smooth. The road was narrow, only wide enough for one car to pass through at a time. Dad told me that he didn't like me running through this road. In fact, he forbade me ever to go near it, but there was something about this place that I just couldn't resist, and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. To my left were the twisting pines, a forest thick with red pinewood trees. To My right where the backs of beautiful one story houses and condos. Most of them are empty. Personally, I would have killed to live at a place like this, but for some reason these houses had trouble selling. Some people believed Hangman's alley was haunted. There were all sorts of rumors and urban legends about this place. People say they'd send u foes in the sky or heard the spirits of dead children crying in the woods. My friend Morgan told me that his friend Danny Burkett and his girlfriend were at Hangman's alle one night last summer. There are in Danny's car on the side of the road when they saw something stagger out of the woods. It appeared only ten or twelve paces from the car. At first Danny thought...

...it was a bear. He honked the Horn and turned on the headlights, thinking that this would scare it away, but instead they saw something else. It was a creature they had never seen before and they had only heard about in myths and legends. Danny said the creature was twelve foot tall and covered from head to toe with coarse black hair. It walked upright and had apposable thumbs. Its eyes were blood red. He said that the creature looked hurt or sick. It may have looked like an animal, but it sounded like a man screaming in agony. It had trouble walking and that looked like its arms were broken. When the creature looked Danny in the eye, he threw his car universe and hit the accelerator. He drove backwards for at least eight miles until they made it out of Hangman's a lily. Danny swears on his mother's grave that the thing he had seen that night was big foot. Big Foot really? When Morgan finished his story, I laughed. Then I asked him if Danny and his girlfriend were doing drugs. I told Morgan that I must have run up and down Hangman's a lily a thousand times and I had never seen big foot or anything else that was strange or supernatural in those would it was funny how farst some people would go to scared little kids. I exhaled, looked up and gazed at the beautiful night sky. There were no clouds, only stars and a full moon riding high above the mountains. One of my teachers, Mrs Bailey, told us that tonight we would see the first full moon after the spring equinox. She said this full moon was special...

...because it marks a transition from winter to spring. Mrs Bailey was very spiritual for a chemistry teacher. She said that people had cycles, just like the moon. We are born, we grow from kids to adults and eventually our light goes out and we die. She said that the full moon represents a new beginning, rebirth and reincarnation. I ran down hang men's alley for about ten or fifteen minutes when I saw something blocking the road, I slowed down my pace and adjusted the flashlight on my head lamp. It was a tree trunk. Some of the bark looked like it had been burned. It must have been struck down by lightning. I ran around it and kept going. There were no street lights and hangman's alley, but every house had a motion sensing security light. They activated one by one as I passed by. I ran about half a mile through the narrow road when I passed a house whose security light did not go off. I ran down three more houses, but none of the lights illuminated. I should have turned around, but my body kept pushing forward. I ran down ten or twelve more houses, but the security lights did not activate. There must have been a blackout. It didn't matter. I knew this road like I knew the back of my hand. I could run through hangman's alley and back blindfolded. Besides, the moon was big and bright enough to light my path. I checked my watch. Nine O four P M. I was making good time. I passed a house that was painted bright red. It had a silver weather vane shaped like a rooster on the roof. The winds began to blow violently. The Rooster creaked and groaned as the high winds tossed it in every direction, northeast, west,...

...south, northeast, west, south. It looked as if the weather vane was about to be ripped from its hinges. As I passed the Red House, heard something that made me stop in my tracks. I jerked my head towards the twisting pines. A small yellow light from my forehead bounced from tree trunk to tree trunk. Other than the branches swaying and rustling above my head, nothing in the forest moved. All I saw was darkness. Hello, is anyone out there? No answer. It must have been the wind. I shrugged it off and kept running. I ran past maybe a dozen more houses. For a moment I forgot about the sound I heard. Then I heard it again, closer this time. I stopped running and stared into the woods. I cupped my hands over my mouth and said hello, is anyone out there? Hello? My thoughts were racing. Was I being followed? was some creep trying to lure me into the forest and do God knows what to me? Or did some hiker wander into the woods and get hurt? I'm not going in there, but I can get help. Are you hurt? What's your name? I waited a few minutes, but there was...

...no response. I took a step back. Last chance, I'm going to leave now. As I turned away, I heard a man scream in agony. I heard bones cracking, then a horrible, e piercing how startled, I tripped and fell backwards on the ground. I crawled and forced myself to get back on my feet. I ran like hell back from where I came from. I'd never run so fast in my life. I didn't know what was in those woods and I didn't want to know. All I knew was that I needed to get back home. I sprinted down the road past a dozen houses before falling on my knees. I had to stop. It felt like my heart was going to explode. I looked up and found myself back at the Red House. The rooster spun slowly, ominously, North East, South West, northeast, South West. I was about to start running again when the light from my head lamp flickered then went out. Great, just great. I fidgeted with the head lamp desperately. I pressed all the buttons. I did everything I could to turn the light back on, please come...

...on. Thankfully, the light on my head lamp turned on. The light was dim, but I was pretty sure it would be enough to get me back home. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My hands were shaking. I could feel someone standing right behind me. I stood still for a moment, like a deer caught in the headlights. I was six feet tall and weighed about a hundred and twenty pounds, but whatever was standing behind me was nearly twice my size. It breathed down the back of my neck. Its breath was hot and smelled sour, like rotten eggs. Its body smelt like dirt and mold. I craned my neck to the right. The light on my head lamp trembled as it shined down on what looked like a man's hand with sharp claws for finger nails. The hand was covered with black fur. I slowly turned around and looked a creature in the eye. Before she died, my grandma Alice had warned me never to go anywhere near the twisting pines. When she was a child, alice and her brother Max got lost in the forest. It was the dead of winter. She was in the twisting Pines for eight days without food or water. Somehow she survived. The townspeople found Alice by the river, but they never found MACs or his body. When Alice told people what happened to her brother, nobody believed her. It was not a man, it was not an animal, it was something else entirely. The creature was a great, hulking mass of muscle and Black Fur. Its face, arms and legs were covered with thick black fur. It had point years, a long snout and sharp...

...yellow teeth. He was foaming at the mouth like a rabbit dog. His eyes were blue. They looked almost human. Danny Burkett had it all wrong. This was no big foot, you're a werewolf, I said. The beast lunged at me angrily, as if I had offended it by calling him by its true name. It swiped its clawed hand across my face. If I had not stumbled backwards in time, the Werewolf would have taken out my eye. I turned around and sprinted down the road. I looked over my shoulder. The Werewolf was on all fours, snarling and snapping its teeth. It was fast, faster than a human or animal that I had ever seen it was quickly gaining on me. I knew that it wouldn't be long until it tackled me to the ground and ripped me of heart. I kept running. My eyes searched the road frantically as I tried to find a way out. A few moments later, I saw the fallen tree trunk I had passed by earlier that night. It was still laying on the middle of the road. I took several deep breaths and picked up my speed. It had been a long time since I jumped over a hurdle. I wasn't a very good jumper, but desperate times called for desperate measures. I threw myself forward and leapt over the trunk. The Werewolf didn't see the tree in time. It skidded across the Ashphelt, trying to slow itself down, but it was too late. It crashed against the tree trunk with great force. I used the opportunity to make a sharp left turn and make a break for the houses. I lunged forwards and gripped the top of a tall wooden fence. It was...

...about twelve foot high and painted white. My feet scraped against the fence as I tried to pull myself over. Suddenly, the monster appeared and grabbed my right ankle. It clamped down on my sneaker with his teeth and tried to drag me down to the ground. I held on to the fence for dear life. When I looked into the creatures wild, bloodthirsty eyes, I knew that I was going to die. My heart pounded in my head and adrenaline coursed through my veins. I was not a violent person, but my base primal instincts suddenly kicked in. I drove my heel in between the Werewolf's eyes. Piss off this scent the Werewolf reeling. He let go of my foot and looked at me stunned, as if it weren't used to being hit back, I threw myself over the fence and landed on a cup of empty aluminum trash bins, crushing them. I'll lay on the ground for a few moments, writhing in pain. To my surprise, the wear of charged at the wooden fence, slamming his body against it with brute force. The fence shook violently for a second or two before he threw himself against the wall again. He was trying to break it down. The Werewolf was not going to let me get away that easily. I crawled away from the fence and limped towards the streets. My screams echoed throughout the neighborhood. The light from my head lamp bounced from house to House. All the windows were dark. There were...

...no cars parked on the streets. There were no signs of life. The neighborhood seemed completely empty. I ran to the closest house and knocked on the door. Please let me in, there's someone out of here trying to kill me. No answer. I ran to the next house and try it again. Help, help, I cried. I heard a long piercing haw echoing through the streets. It sounded close. My stomach twisted into a knot as I realized the Werewolf had gotten through the wall. I made my way to the third house. I ran to the porch and knocked on the door. I waited for a second. Nobody answered. I've grabbed the door KNOB and turned it. Luckily it was unlocked. I quickly pulled it open, that myself in then locked it. I turned off my head lamp and quickly backed away from the door. I could hear the Wearwolf growling and sniffing the air. It was trying to find my scent. I looked around the dark house. There was no furniture, no shoes by the door, no pictures on the walls. It was clear that nobody lived here. I stood still for a few minutes. It was quiet, too quiet. Maybe the monster had gone away, but I couldn't help feel that something was wrong. There was a large crash in the living room just ten paces to my right. Broken glass rain down on the wooden floor. A dark shadow slowly rose from the floor and turned towards me. His eyes bulged out of his head. He...

...snarled. His gaze was fixed on my neck. He was ready for the kill. As it took a step towards me, I pulled the running head lamp from my head and throw it as hard as I could at the beast. It bounced off its chest like it was nothing. When he lunged at me, I ducked down and covered my head the where we've crashed into the wall behind me. I quickly crawled to my feet and ran upstairs. I ran down the hall and opened the first door on my left. As soon as I locked the door, the beast slammed against it with such force that it knocked me to the ground. Bang, Bang, Bang. The Werewolf scratched and pounded on the door furiously. He would not be satisfied until I was dead. I needed to defend myself somehow. I saw a red tool box in the corner of the room. I opened it and pulled out a hammer. Before the bedroom door inevitably came down, I jumped inside the bathroom and locked myself inside. The door was thinner and flimsier than the last one. It was only a matter of time before the werewolve got through. I spun around and saw a small window just above the toilet seat. I closed the lid on the toilet seat and stood on it. I used all my strength to pull the window up. I pulled and pulled, but the window would not budge. In my desperation, I smashed the window with my hammer and forced my body through the small opening. There was barely enough room for me to get through. I looked down as the icy wind bit my nose and cheeks. It was a two story drop. If I didn't fall the right way, I could break my neck and die. I was half way...

...out of the window when I heard a loud crash. The Werewolf grabbed me by the ankle and started to pull me back inside. Get off me. I dropped the hammer and watched it fall on the grass below. I did everything I could to fight it off. I kicked and screamed and held on to the walls for dear life. Then it dragged its long sharp claws across my right calf, cutting me deep. I screamed in agony and lost my grip. The Werewolf dragged me back inside the House and threw me on the floor. It pinned me down, snarling at me. Thick aliva dropped from the monster's mouth on to my neck. It was about to rip my throat out when I grabbed a Shard of glass from the floor and stabbed it in the shoulder the wherewilf fell back and howled in pain. I forced myself to get up and lunged at the window. I squeezed through the narrow opening and fell two stories to the ground. I landed face first on some bushes. I writhed on the ground, cursing and crying out in pain for several minutes. Then I crawled out at the bushes and tried to stand my right sock was soaked in blood. The Werewolf had scratched me deep and I was losing a lot of blood. I saw the hammer on the grass near the bushes. I picked up the Hammer, then looked up at the window I had fallen out of. I couldn't hear the where of screaming any more. I stumbled forward and limped towards the back gate. I staggered through Hangman's alley. With the Moon at my back, I could barely walk. I looked at my watch. It was a quarter past ten. I was late. If...

...the Werewolf didn't kill me, my dad would likely finish the job. I started feeling hopeful when I saw the street lamp at the end of the road. It was like seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. It's OK, I told myself. It's OK, you're going to make it. Suddenly I heard a loud siren behind me. Red And blue lights flashed across my body. My heart dropped when I heard the officer step out of the car and point their gun at me. Freeze, drop your weapon. I froze and dropped my hammer. It clattered on the Ashfelt beside my feet. The head lights on the police car glared down on me harshly, like a spotlight. Now, put your hands in the air, slowly turn around and face me. I put my hands in the air and slowly turned around. I stared at the officer with wide eyes. I knew her. Her name was officer Pam. She was the only lady cop in half town. I went to Wooseley high school with her son, Harvey. We both had the same history class for third period. Hi, officer Pam. She seemed to recognize my voice. She lowered her gun and peered at my face. Rudy, is that you? Oh my God, what happened to you? I don't know. I went out for a run and then, I don't know, pam hoisted her gun and walked towards me. I was about to collapse, but you growed my shoulders and kept me upright. It's OK, Rudy, just tell me what happened. Someone came out of the woods and attacked me. Who attacks you? I don't know. What did they look like? He was tall. How Tall? Maybe ten or twelve feet. Okay, how old was he? Did you have any tattoos or scars? He...

...was hairy. Harry, yes, Harry. His face and body was covered in fur. I thought it was an animal, but it wasn't an animal. It wasn't a person either. It was something in between. Was it big foot? What? No, it wasn't big foot. It was a werewolf. Rudy, I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to give me an honest answer. Okay, are you on drugs? I knew she was going to say that. Why was I even surprised? What? I'm not on drugs. Listen off, as a Pam. We're both in terrible danger. We need to get out of here. It's okay, Rudy, I'm going to go to all the help you need. Where did you get the drugs? What? What are you on? Is it marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy, heroin, mushrooms? Is Marijuana, isn't it? I'm not on drugs, Rudy. What happened to you? You were such a nice kid. Remember when I went to Your School for National Drug Awareness Day? Officer Pam, I went to your English class and I did a presentation and you were taking a lot of notes. You are the only one taking notes. I was very embrassed. He's right behind you. Don't you remember what I said? Hugs, not drugs. Pam, look out. By the time Pam turned around, it was already too late. The were wolf grabbed her by the arms and sank his teeth into her shoulder. I picked up the hammer from the ground and lunged at the beast. I was about to strike him on the back of the head when he turned around and grabbed him by the throat. The wear will lifted me off the ground and threw me towards the police car. I landed on the front windshield. Glass...

...shattered and metal twisted all around me. The wear will fleck go of Pam and slowly advanced towards me. He was foaming at the mouth. His eyes were seething with hatred. My legs were numb. I couldn't move my own body. I couldn't run away anymore. I closed my eyes as the beast towered over me. It was all over. My eyes snapped open when I heard three loud POPs. The wear will look down at me with a confused ex breashing on his face. The Werewolf turned around slowly and I saw that he's back was bleeding. Officer Pam stood firmly on the ground. Her right arm was bloody and mangled. It drooped down by her side, lifelessly like a broken wing. She held her gun in her left hand firmly and pointed it at the Werewolf. The Werewolf took one step toward her and pam fired her gun again, striking the Werewolf in the belly. The Werewolf yelped and staggered into the woods, disappearing into the night. Well, what do you know, Rudy made it out alive. Good for him. On the downside, Rudy crush the police radio when the Werewolf threw him on top of the car, so officer Pam couldn't call for back up. On the upside, officer Pam gave Rudy has a very first driving lesson and they both made it to the Er before they bled to death. That's all I have for tonight. Thanks for listening, Darling. Until next time. This was the dark lady podcast.

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