Monster Hunsters ch.11
By Quinn Ireland
There was a warm, musty place that left an odor of beer and malt whisky. The muffled chatter of men enjoying their drinks. The darkness outside suggested nighttime was in progress. The tall wood ceilings and walls built up quite a large of what looked to be a tavern. Everyone in the building looked merry, just talking away over a pint. The men wore leather boots and a white shirt and wool pants. Out of nowhere the door was opened and slammed shut, like the sound of a bullet leaving a rifle. A young-looking man with a skinny build and hollowed cheeks came racing over to the bartender his breath barely heard. His long hair was soaked with sweat and his legs looked like they were about to give way. He leaned against the counter and shouted to the whole tavern; “THEY’RE TRUE!” Every single person gasped with disbelief. The man shouted again; “THE RUMORS, THEY’RE TRUE!” The man who was the bartender spoke up to the young fellow; “What dou’ yuh’ mean they’re true, Mister O’henry?” The accents of the two men sounded thick of Irish. The young man O’henry answered; “Those rumors, abou’ the monster roamin’ the wee town of Dublin, it’s true Lester, it’s true. “Are yuh absoluly’ sure young lad,” the bartender Lester asked with a look of edge on his face. “Yeh’, jus’ foun’ a whole famly’ dead in their barn, the Pilonsko’s” It felt like the breath was sucked out of the tavern. “It canna’ be th’ Pilonsko’s,” one man said, “Ol’ Danny cared for th’ town’s crop, kind ol’ fellow.” The attention was switched back to O’henry who had a look of extreme panic on his face. “There was’ slashes across th’ four bodies, they looke’ noh’ uman’, like a moster brought from ell’ ino’ our worl’.” He continued; “I reccon tha’ monster followed me, fel’ like I was bein’ wached’ while I ran ere’.” “Shall we leav’?” asked Lester now noticing the panicked look in O’henry’s eye. “Yeh’, clear out everyone, CLEAR OUH’!” ” Bu’ me bar’s open till’ eleven,” Lester complained. “Lester, dear ol’ Lester. Four people are dead an’ if we don’ hurry on out o’ ere’, we could ave’ more bodies on our hans’.” Lester gave his head a sharp nod; “Righ’, EVRYONE’ FIND SOMEWER” SAFE. STAY THERE TILL’ MORNIN’!” Lester gave a head gesture to O’henry; “Thaunks’ fer’ wurnin’ us, boy. Tak’ care of yerself’ an’ the missus’.” “Will do, sir,” said O’henry. Every man who had sat down in hope for nights drink that night began to grab their coats, grumbling from the disruption of a mere boy of eighteen. Although they did believe him. The bodies of Mister and Missus Polonski along with the kids were clear proof. As the last chairs were pushed under the tables and mugs returned, a distant roar was heard deep from outside the cozy tavern. A roar that was heard even through the howling wind and thick forest. Panic now set in to every man in a matter of seconds. Shouts were heard over the scrambling boots and wooden door slamming shut as; “TH’ MONSTER TIS” HERE!” or; “SATEN HAS ENTERED OUR WORL’ FROM ELL’!” Suddenly a crash was heard from a window opposite the door. A horrific sight appeared. It was a demon. But even worse than any demons in books or legends. This demon looked so unfatherly horrific, that it best not be described. The demon charged at Mister O’henry. Full speed. He was the last man out of the tavern, but not the last to be killed by this nightmare of a creature. The screams of O’henry ripped through the building. Just seconds later, the tavern sat empty of people. Although tables and chair were scattered, glass lay strewn across the floor, and the remains of a young man lay messily. With everyone gone, including the Demon, only quietness remained.
