Bigfoot Hunters (Tales of the Crypto-Hunter Book 1)

by Rick Gualtieri

  Chapter 30

  “I’m going to be perfectly frank with you girls. I need to know, have you been taking drugs?”

  Danni’s eyes widened at the question as the older man continued tending to the fireplace. He had thrown a few logs on and was now busy positioning them in the flame with a poker.

  Allison started to laugh, though.

  “I say something funny, little lady?” Richard Barrows asked. He had been surprised as all hell when they had come rushing into his house like the devil was on their tails. All at once, they’d started squawking like a bunch of frightened hens.

  At first, he’d been suspicious that he had caught them in the middle of a break-in. However, he had to admit that they didn’t quite fit his image of hardened criminals. Then he had caught snippets of their story. It was hard to follow, the way they were carrying on, but it seemed they were pretty well spooked.

  He had finally held up his hands and told them to pipe down. Leading them to the living room, he’d commanded them to sit. He then attempted to light a few old oil lamps he kept around, but that seemed to agitate them more. So instead, he got a fire going. It provided enough light to see, but not enough to set them off.

  At last, he had asked them to explain what was going on – slowly and one at a time – but it hadn’t sounded any saner to him than when they were chattering away. Once they’d finished, Richard had considered maybe holding onto the fireplace poker just in case. They didn’t look all that threatening. Hell, if he had been a few years younger, he might have admitted they looked quite the opposite. Still, he had read stories in the news about how people on PCP sometimes had crazy strength. If these two kids were high as a kite, he had no intention of being their victim.

  “Sorry, sir,” Allison replied, still giggling. “It’s just that I almost wish we had been.”

  “What she means is,” Danni interrupted, “what’s going on out there would be a lot easier to explain if it was just some drug trip. But it’s not. People are dead. My brother and friends are still out there. And those things...” She shuddered before she could finish the sentence. Now that she and Allison had a moment to collect their thoughts, the adrenalin was starting to fade, and the unpleasant reality was hitting home.

  “Yeah. Bigfoot you said, didn’t ya?” Richard replied. “Sure it wasn’t some joker in a gorilla suit?”

  “You don’t believe us, do you?”

  “Now, I’m not exactly saying that. All I’m saying is that I’ve lived here most of my adult life – spent my fair share of time walking through the woods. I’ve seen deer, bear, even seen a few mountain lions here and there. However, I’ve never seen anything like what you’re talking about. I’d have remembered it.”

  “Listen, mister,” Allison said, “you’re preaching to the choir. My parents have been dragging me out camping since before I could walk. On any other day, I’d be sitting there with you, thinking the same thing. Hell, the first time I saw that bigfoot movie ... you know the famous one, I forget what it’s called.”

  “The Patterson-Gimlin tape?” he offered. When she raised her eyebrows, he added, “Just because I never seen one doesn’t mean I don’t watch TV.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, that one. My first thought was that it was the fakest looking thing I’d ever seen.”

  “Guess you were wrong on that one,” Danni commented.

  “Tell me about it,” Allison said to her. Then, turning back to the older man, “All I know is that I’ve had to throw everything I thought I knew out the window today. First out there in the woods...”

  “Are we talking about the one that fellow from that TV show shot?” he asked with a dubious tone.

  “When you put it that way...” Allison grinned sheepishly.

  “Obviously, not the same one,” Danni chimed in. “But maybe it had family. I don’t know, and I don’t care. The bottom line is that it’s out there somewhere. Listen, even if you don’t believe us, call the cops. If we’re lying, they can arrest us. We’ll go quietly, happily even.”

  Allison added, “Yeah. If you hand me your cell phone, I’ll even dial 911 for you.”

  Richard shook his head. “Don’t own one. Damn things give you cancer.”

  The two girls exchanged worried looks when he said that. That went a long way to allaying his fear of them being burglars. Thieves normally didn’t look scared after hearing you had no way of contacting the police. He decided that even if they were on drugs, it was probably that harmless stuff the hippies used.

  He put the poker down and stood up. “Now, don’t be worrying. I didn’t lie when I said I didn’t own one of those mobile phones. I got enough aches and pains without needing to worry about a brain tumor. But I do have an old rotary in the kitchen. You’re both a little young to remember them, but they run off the juice in the phone lines. Kate ... she’s my daughter ... has been bugging me to replace it with something newer. Damn glad I’ve been holding out. Once the power goes out, them things are as useless as tits on a bull, excuse my language for saying so.”

  “That’d be great!” Danni said, brightening up. If it worked, they could call the authorities and get some help out here. For the first time in hours, she was beginning to feel a flicker of hope.

  “Okay, then,” he said. “You both sit tight, and I’ll go see if I can round up the deputy.”

  “Kitchen you said, right?” Allison asked. “I don’t suppose you have anything to drink? I mean, like water or something,” she quickly added. “Danni and I have been running for a while. I’m parched.”

  “There’s some lemonade in the fridge. Don’t know how long the power’s been out, but it should still be cold.”

  “That would be wonderful, thanks,” She stood to follow him. “You want a glass?” she asked her friend.

  Danni shook her head. “I’m good. Well, maybe not good, but no thanks.”

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  The kitchen was a neat little room near the rear of the house. A long counter ran along two sides of it, forming an L shape on the right side of the room. Richard placed a few lit candles on top of it. They illuminated the space just enough to see what one was doing. To the left of the entrance was the refrigerator, where Allison found the pitcher of lemonade Richard had mentioned. She found a cup in the dish drain and filled it.

  There was a small table on the far side of the room. It sat in front of a large picture window, currently covered by a thin curtain. Under better circumstances, Allison thought it might be nice to eat breakfast there while looking out at the yard beyond. Right now, though, with the exception of a little bit of moonlight, there was nothing to see outside but darkness.

  Richard was seated on one side of the table, the receiver of the phone to his ear. She walked over with her drink and sat across from him. Even in the dim light, she could see the frown on his face. He reached over to the base and clicked on the cradle a few times. The frown deepened. At last, he put the headset back down.

  “No good. Can’t get a dial tone,” he told her.

  Allison almost choked on her drink. She started to speak, but he held up a hand.

  “Don’t go getting all panicky. Phone lines run on the same poles as the power. Probably a tree down somewhere. It’s happened before.”

  “Yeah, but...”

  “But nothing,” he said, his voice stern. “We’ve had plenty of blackouts over the years. As far as I know, none of them were caused by monkey men.”

  “First time for everything.”

  “So you and your friend keep saying. I’ll tell you what, though. My daughter should be home soon. Darn girl loves to work late. Once she gets here, we’ll fix us up some supper. You and your friend are welcome to stay the night. We don’t have much space, but the living room is warm enough. Come the morning, one of us will drive you over to the deputy.”

  “You have a car?”

  He chuckled in response. “‘Course I have a car. Bonanza Creek may be small, but we’re not cavemen here.”

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�But I didn’t see a...”

  “Got a garage in the back. I keep my Buick in there. One of the good things about a small town, everything’s in walking distance.”

  “Well then, let’s go get it.” She stood up and leaned across the table toward him. “We can find your daughter and then get help.”

  “Settle down, missy. My eyes aren’t so good at night. I’m just as liable to put us in a ditch as keep us on the road. And before you ask, nobody drives my baby but me and Kate.”

  “Fine, then when Kate...”

  “Enough, girl,” Richard said, rising to his feet and facing her. “Matter’s settled. Morning will come soon enough. If you and your friend can’t wait it out, then I may just have to ask you to leave. I don’t want to. It’s easy to get lost in the dark if you don’t know the area, but I will if you push me.”

  Allison was about to protest, but she could tell he’d made up his mind. She could see it in his eyes as a shadow crossed over his face. In fact, his whole body seemed to darken.

  It took a second for realization to set in. It wasn’t just him. It seemed as if a wall of gloom had settled over their spot in the kitchen ... as if something was blocking out the meager starlight from outside.

  Richard noticed it, too. His eyebrows raised in surprise right before the window shattered. Shards of broken glass flew everywhere, one cutting a nasty furrow across his right cheek. It was the least of his worries.

  A set of frying pan-sized hands came through the broken portal. One seized the back of Richard’s head in a vice-like grip. The other grabbed a fistful of Allison’s hair. Before either of them could comprehend what was happening, much less struggle against it, the hands swung together with unearthly strength. Their faces rushed toward one another, as if overeager to meet in a kiss. Bone and cartilage were crushed in the impact.

  As she died, one of Allison’s arms flailed out and struck her lemonade. The glass fell to the floor, where it shattered and became indistinguishable from the remnants of the window.

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  Danni desperately wanted to run. The sound of breaking glass and the dull thump afterwards were more than enough. Now there were other sounds, too – thick grunts followed by a wet slurping. She didn’t want to fool herself that things might be all right. She had seen far too much that day. However, her rational mind childishly insisted that it was probably nothing. They just dropped a glass and maybe the man had a dog that was lapping it up.

  Only, there had been no dog. One would have surely barked earlier when they had feebly attempted to pick the lock on the door. There was no denying that something was very wrong. Yet, she was unwilling to leave her friend behind. She had already done that too many times today. If there was any chance that Allison was still alive, she had to take it.

  Danni grabbed the poker from the fireplace. She stood up with it held out before her. She was just one frightened girl making a stand against the unknown, thus she would’ve been quite surprised to know that the shadows cast by the fire told a different story. In them, she appeared a mighty warrior of days’ past, wielding perhaps Excalibur itself.

  She slowly made her way to the kitchen. Nearing the entrance, the slurping became louder and somehow more frenzied. A small thought flitted through her head: what if they had stumbled upon the home of some deranged serial killer? That would be just their luck, to run from one monster and end up in the arms of another. All things considered, I’d probably be happy to deal with a psycho. She stepped through the doorway, the poker held out before her.

  The sight that greeted her was almost enough to make her drop the meager weapon and embrace the warm darkness that fainting offered. One of the creatures, perhaps the same that had chased them, was leaning halfway inside the broken window. That was far from the worst of it.

  In the candlelight, she could see far more than she ever wanted to. Allison and Richard were both slumped at a table in front of the window, the same window in which the creature was leaning in. The same table that it had its face pressed to. It appeared to be lapping something up. She didn’t need to get any closer to make an educated guess what that something was. In the flickering light, she could see the ruined remains of their heads. Whatever it had done, it had nearly decapitated them, and now it was eating the remains with a gusto that bordered on manic.

  Danni couldn’t help what happened next. She hadn’t had much to eat that day, but whatever was left in her stomach came rushing out of her. She staggered back, retching. The creature heard the sound and looked up.

  Their eyes met. It took one last greedy slurp from its awful meal, then bared its teeth. It was still hungry. A growl escaped from its lips, the remains of its last mouthful dripping out onto the table.

  That was enough for Danni. She began to back out of the room, her eyes never leaving the creature’s. It held her gaze, but didn’t move. She took another step, but then her foot landed in the gorge she had just vomited up. It slid out from under her, and she went down, cutting her hand on a shard of glass as she landed.

  The standoff broken, the creature sprang into action. It began to climb in the window. Danni watched in horrific fascination as the beast pulled its body inside, revealing its full bulk. My God, it’s huge! Upright, it would be over eight feet tall.

  As the creature clambered in, one of its feet became caught in the remains of the window frame. For one almost comical moment, its eyes widened in surprise. Then it came crashing down face first, shattering the table and sending the bodies of its two victims tumbling away. It landed on the floor only a few short feet from where Danni still sat.

  She dimly realized that if it reached out with one of its hands, she would be caught and it would be all over. Something else about hands flashed through her mind, but in her terror she had no idea what her subconscious was trying to tell her.

  The creature lifted its head and growled at her. It raised itself to its hands and knees, and that’s when Danni’s mind clicked. It wasn’t the creature’s hands, it was hers ... more specifically, the one still holding the poker. Quickly, without truly realizing what she was doing, she jabbed her arm forward with a snarl of her own. Her aim was true, and the point of the fireplace poker punctured the creature’s right eye.

  There was a strangled screech of pain from the beast. It attempted to pull back, but one of its legs slipped in the very gore it had been lapping up only seconds ago. Before it could escape, Danni leaned forward and put her entire weight behind the makeshift spear, driving it in deeper.

  “Eat this, asshole!” she screamed, grabbing the handle with both hands and giving it a sickening twist.

  The creature began to convulse. It reared up, pulling the weapon from her grasp in the process. She scuttled back as far as she could while the monster struggled to make it back to its feet. It finally stood, and then, just as suddenly, stopped. Without further warning, it pitched forward and fell face first onto the floor. The poker was driven through the back of its skull by the impact. Its body spasmed once, then all was still again.

  Danni waited, unmoving, for a few minutes. At last, she realized that the creature wasn’t playing possum. It was dead. Inching closer, she was surprised by the calm coldness she felt inside. She supposed she should be hysterical. Despite the fact that one of her best friends was lying brutally savaged less than ten feet away, she couldn’t bring herself to cry. Instead, she actually began to giggle. It wasn’t a mirthful laugh, though. It was a hard chuckle with little humor behind it. She had stared down the devil, and the devil had blinked.

  No, that wasn’t right. This creature wasn’t the devil. It wasn’t even a monster. It was just an animal. It was big, strong, and fast, but it could be killed just the same. That realization brought resolve to Danni. She had run enough for one day – enough for one life, perhaps. She was done with that. She still had a brother out there who needed her.