Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror - Volume 2 (Chamber of Horror Series)
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He lay in the depths below the raging fire, inhaled the acrid fumes seeping into the earth around him, and stopped trying to stay alive. For the first time in his life, he gave up and let the black abyss envelop him.
* * *
Days later, the alien awoke in his earthen tomb, groggy but still alive. He knew there could be side effects that could kill him later but the fire had not reached him, and the fumes had not killed him as they had his animal friends.
He crawled out of the hole and saw the wasteland that had been his home. In the midst of the ashes, he saw a white post someone had driven into the ground among the rubble with a sign that read:
Gor, unless you are Superman, and I assume you are not, you are dead. I would spit on your grave if I could find it. If you did survive somehow, I am confident the Mark 77 bombs incinerated the majority, if not all, of your animal friends. I learned how to use this terrible stuff at Tora Bora in Afghanistan, and I had to call in some special favors to get it.
I wanted you to know how it feels to be solely responsible for your “friends” extremely unpleasant deaths.
Be aware, I own these woods. Not you. I can do anything here I want. If you are alive, get your sorry ass off my land. Find another rock to crawl under. You are trespassing, and if I find you, I will tear your heart out if you have one.
Bart Jenkins, owner.
The alien stood glaring at the words on the post. The hunter had retaliated the same as he would have under similar circumstances. How could he have thought otherwise? The anger he had felt when the hunter had murdered his friends had softened, even after their scorched bones lay strewn across the ruins of this vast wasteland.
Moving northward from a high hill, Gor could see the green of another forest far away, so, he headed toward it. After several hours of walking, he finally reached a road that separated acres and acres of blackened rubble from acres and acres of beautiful forest.
He saw a gate, and a road behind it leading into a lush wilderness. A sign on the gatehouse read: Private property. No trespassing. Violators will be prosecuted. Bart Jenkins Owner.
Gor ignored the sign and easily hopped over the fence and disappeared into the undergrowth. He heard the familiar song of many birds and the intermittent animal sounds of all the species he's known in his former homeland. He longed to make new friends, but somehow he didn't want to start at that moment. It saddened him to know Jenkins might eventually kill whoever he befriended when he came to hunt.
The alien decided he would not tolerate such a life any longer. He knew where Jenkins lived. After all, he'd been there before.
* * *
Later that night, Bart sat in his den watching TV. He had an uncanny feeling, Gor was still alive and would be coming for him tonight. He had a submachine gun on his lap, and he knew how to use it.
If Gor had survived the MK-77s, he was either an extremely lucky son of a bitch and was not there when the bombs exploded, or he wasn’t human.
Earlier Bart had booby-trapped the yard with high explosives that would kill a T-Rex. This was his only line of defense. If the explosives didn’t work, the machine gun wouldn’t matter. He would be up shit creek without a paddle.
After all, Bart didn’t happen to have any kryptonite.
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Short Story Collections by Billy Wells
Don’t Look Behind You: A Collection of Horror
My Amazon best seller is a collection of seventeen nightmares in the horror/thriller genres.
In Your Face Horror
A compilation of 31 of my most gruesome stories from Black As Night and Shivers and other nightmares
Thrillers & Chillers
A compilation of my least gruesome stories from Black As Night and Shivers and Other Nightmares for my readers who love thrills and chills, but not so much horror involving vampires, werewolves, and hairy monsters.
Shivers and Other Nightmares
My second collection of 30 short stories, mostly horror with surprise endings. The book includes some thriller and chiller stories as well.
Black As Night
My first collection of 32 short stories, mostly horror with surprise endings. The book includes some thriller and chiller stories as well.
Scary Stories: A Collection of Horror –Vol. 1
A collection of ten short stories, mostly horror with surprise endings. This book contains longer stories than my others, and in my opinion, some of my best work to date.
Billy Wells Horror Anthology I
A compilation of my first two books, Black As Night and Shivers and Other Nightmares containing 62 mostly horror stories with surprise endings.
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