Dirt flew up out of a small hole, in the midst of the wetlands. It was night, and the foggy moonless sky made it a perfect setting for a horror movie. All was quiet save for the croaking of frogs in the swamp. But as more dirt and mud spewed from the hole, all creatures big and small in the wetlands sensed the birth of something evil beyond their comprehension. The heavy evil aura looming in the air drove the creatures further in their lairs, and even the frogs silenced their habitual croaks. Something was desperately clawing and scratching beneath the ground. It was getting louder as it made its way further up to the surface.
The final push and a muddy figure rose out of the ground, screeching its ominous victory cry. It was hideous - a mere skeleton with hair that was once white, now matted with dirt and mud. It had no eyeballs, and its jaw was fixed at an impossible angle. It staggered about, getting its bearings right. She had unfinished business to deal with. The curse she had put on Caelestis was half broken, and he had his way with a woman! If she couldn't have him, no one will. Once the woman was dealt with, she would make sure Caelestis would be sexually tortured before dying a deliciously lingering death.
The creature was tired; it lacked nourishment and had no knowledge of what was going on. She even forgot her name; her head was still in a daze. She staggered on, hoping to find a house or some form of civilization. The first thing she needed to do was to feed. She slowly made her way to the small road, her skeletal feet faltering on uneven ground. The aura of two young virile men could be felt. Her first meal was waiting for her.
"Fucking hell! It just had to happen now, didn't it!" David cursed and kicked the front tire of his Mazda MX5.
His brother Sam, the calmer one, merely sat in the passenger seat with his arms folded. Smiling smugly he said: "If you had checked the radiator before we left, this wouldn't happen. I told you so didn't I? Oh no, you wouldn't listen."
