Excerpt of The Dying Light by Cassie Carnage
“We were just in there. There wasn’t any openings or anyplace to hide. How would someone get in there without us seeing it?"
“We should go,” Frank said and grabbed my arm. “Now.”
Something scraped against the cave wall and a rattling of dry porcupine quills echoed through the cave. My mind flashed to the carving of the Quilled God and I felt sick.
We shouldn’t be here. I never should’ve let him talk me into this.
“What is that?” I hissed in a whisper.
“I don’t know. Sounds big though.”
I looked about the cave, running my flashlight over the wall. Something tall and impossibly thin slipped up out of the narrow opening.
My flashlight beam lit up mottled dark brown and gray skin. It stood like a man, had a human-like head and face. But it’s legs were bent the wrong way at the knees, and were covered in thick, shaggy brown fur.
It walked on cloven hooves, the size of a moose’s feet. Its torso was bare skin, no fur lined it. It had the chest of a man, emaciated, with rib bones showing. Human arms and hands with fingers tipped by long, cat’s claws that were made out of copper.
Its shoulders and back were lined with thick, dangerous looking porcupine quills that had to be at least three-feet long and a few inches wide. The ends of the quills glinted in the light, and I saw that they were sharp, and covered in copper metal, just like its claws.
It had bright yellow owl’s eyes, and an exaggerated large mouth with corners that reached up and back towards its ears. Its lips parted and revealed rows of obsidian shark teeth. A forked snakes tongue flicked out to scent the air.
It growled, and sounded like a pissed off raccoon.
It was staring right at us.
“Run!” I shouted, and shoved Frank up the slick steep hill as I ran away from it. I fell and scrambled up the tunnel using my hands and feet.
You can read the rest of this short story, and more, in the upcoming story collection, We Are All Monsters.
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