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Hell Hound

Mel Waldman

    I don’t believe in ghost stories, but I’ve heard weird tales about Mount Misery Road and Sweet Hollow Road in Huntington, Long Island; you gotta be a fool to travel on these narrow, winding, and intersecting roads late at night surrounded and shrouded by dense forests; back in the 1700s, there used to be a mental asylum near Mount Misery Road, but it burnt down twice and sometimes, you can see the Lady in White, the patient who allegedly burnt herself and burned down the mental asylum, darting and flitting across the road and leaping in front of cars in the eerie pitch-black darkness; yes, you may, according to legend, see this ghost or others on your trip through Hell; and hidden in the thick, preternatural woods, the Hell Hound waits for you; this black-furred creature lurks in the hallucinogenic woods and watches you, clutching and capturing you with its fierce, red eyes; and I’ve heard ghastly tales that if you see the Hell Hound, death is nearby, coming soon to clamp your throat with its monstrous teeth, and steal your last mortal breath; so after midnight, I drive through these winding roads in search of folks who’ve lost their way, desperately in need of a free ride out of Hell, or teenagers testing their courage by traveling, they believe, on haunted roads in the dark; my police siren shrieks across the ghostly road and I pick up all the strays; inside my car, they sit in the backseats; I turn on the lights and look in the mirror; the Hell Hound stares at me and my passengers who scream and try to escape; but they can’t; and now that they know I’ve got no skull in the back of my head, I turn around and gaze at them with red eyes, my thrashing tongue tasting terror, as I devour their minds and souls, before feasting on their shards of flesh, humans destroyed by a chimera, perhaps, alive in their fire-breathing imagination, or something real and incomprehensible from beyond, a ghost that wanders these dark roads forever.



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