prowl

 Hello everyone! This is another very short horror piece. I was inspired by another dream, in which I was stuck in a snow storm and fierce werewolves were on the prowl. I tried to focus more on tension building and imagery to accentuate the rising dread in the narrator. Hope you enjoy!

prowl

There’s a dog outside.

Not small and cute like a pomeranian. Not imposing like a husky. It was bigger. Much bigger.

There shouldn’t be a dog outside. 

Or any animal for that matter. It’s the middle of winter. Snow spat out from the sky, turning the neighborhood into a frozen wasteland. Howling wind whipping anyone who dared to venture out with icy lashes. A blinding sea of white as far as the eye could see. Except for the strange animal outside.

The dog is closer.

I can now make out distinct features. Thick, shaggy jet black fur and red eyes. Crimson pools glowing amid the blizzard. They were fixated on me. All I could see were its teeth.

It is not a dog.

The creature’s maw is lined with ivory knives, thick saliva dripping from its mouth. 

Cold sweat prickled on my forehead as it stalked closer. I gasped for air, each breath sharp and desperate. Hands shaking, I inched backwards, never taking my eyes off of the creature.

I don’t want to die.

The dog is a wolf. And the wolf is hungry.

XOXO, Michaela