As McGrath wondered through the woods fearsome tales which he had shuddered at as a child whispered again in his consciousness; tales of black shapes stalking the midnight glades…
Cursing these childish memories, McGrath quickened his pace. The dim trail wound tortuously between dense walls of giant trees. No wonder he had been unable to hire anyone in the distant river village to drive him to the Ballville estate. The road was impassable for a vehicle, choked with rotting stumps and new growth. Ahead of him it bent sharply.
McGrath halted short, frozen to immobility. The silence had been broken at last, in such a way as to bring a chill tingling to the backs of his hands. For the sound had been the unmistakable groan of a human being in agony. Only for an instant was McGrath motionless. Then he was gliding about the bend of the trail with the noiseless slouch of a hunting panther.
The Grisly Horror
Publication date: 26/10/2014
As McGrath wondered through the woods fearsome tales which he had shuddered at a
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