Back On The Savage Trail E-Book

Jesse Wilson

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

It's time for the Autumn Bayok Festival Days in Dinosaur, and the full moon is near. Months after the attack, Jenny is consumed with revenge. Against her better judgement, she plans to return to Bayok's haunt, and her friend Mia refuses to be left behind.

The Festival has attracted the attention of long time ghost enthusiast Tamara and her friend, Myranda. To catch a glimpse of the legend, they head to the place where the previous attacks happened years ago. A ghost hunting television crew has also been dispatched to the same spot, and hope to record the beast.

After the unlikely group meets each other, night falls and the full moon rises. And soon enough, their trip turns into a desperate attempt to escape.

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Back On The Savage Trail

Ghost Bear Book 2

Jesse Wilson

Copyright (C) 2020 Jesse Wilson

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Published 2020 by Next Chapter

Cover art by Cover Mint

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter One

The thunder storm roared outside and the rain beat against the singular window as Tamara lay in her hospital bed. She had an autoimmune disease that she barely understood and was in a relapse.

This time it was looking to be something of a bad one, the pain came and went, right now she was feeling a little better besides the usual, ever present pains she dealt with all the time.

Despite being so sick, looking at her you'd almost never know it if she weren't in a hospital bed. When she stands she is five feet eight inches tall, her skin is a light brown, her eyes match, and her hair is pitch black.

Even if she was so sick, most of the time she maintained a healthy enough weight to try and look as normal as anyone else.

The sickness had taken its toll on her insides over the years, however. She was supposed to be sleeping but the pain in her chest every time she took a breath wanted to be hellfire that was constantly eating away at her endlessly. The only time it felt better is when she controlled her breathing and took shallow breaths.

It hadn't been this bad in years; she'd almost forgotten what it was like to be this sick in the first place. Tamara was watching some superhero movie the hospital offered at three in the morning, but she'd seen it before many times. It was serving only as background noise in an otherwise silent room was a thing that was desperately needed.

Without thinking she moved her left arm to scratch and itch and the I.V. needle tore out of her arm for the third time tonight.

“Damn it,” Tamara said in annoyance. She hated this thing with a passion. It was all she could say as the machine it was connected to began to sound its annoying alarm yet again. Never mind, she decided she hated this sound more than anything in the world.

She knew how to stop it but with her energy level completely gone, she figured that she was going to wait for Myranda to come take care of it. It would give her something to do, at least.

Myranda was bored out of her mind, the night shift was often uneventful. If it weren't for her phone she would have gone insane she often wondered how nurses managed to get through the long night hours in the past without it.

With a body like hers there was no reason she couldn't have married some rich guy and lived an easy life. She'd always grown up with a strong do it yourself attitude and decided to go into medicine when she was younger, now she regretted that choice.

No one ever told her how boring it would be. On occasion there would be crisis moments that would make the night fly by, tonight was not one of these nights. The thunderstorm was even keeping the crazy people inside tonight.

She was five feet nine inches and about one hundred and forty pounds, black hair and green eyes and the target of countless unwanted attention from less than desirable people. At this point it just came with the job and she was used to it.

The phone game she was playing was interrupted by the sounding of an alarm. She shook her head and looked at the monitor that was displaying that room six nineteen was where it was coming from.

“Tammy, why can't you sleep like a normal person. It's the third time tonight, girl that must be some kind of a record or something,” Myranda said to herself and got up. The room wasn't very far away and getting there didn't take very long.

“So, you just had to knock out the needle again, did you?” she asked her when she walked into the room.

“Well, the night isn't over yet. I got bored and I just like the way you look,” Tamara said and smiled weakly, but it was about all she could do. Myranda smiled and carefully put the needle back into place. “Yeah, yeah you and everyone else, I guess,” she replied.

“I hate this,” Tamara said it was expected. “I am as good as dead laying here like this. I wanted to go so bad you know?” Tamara said, and she turned her head and Myranda could only sigh in response to this, as she had no way to respond to it, she knew what Tamara was talking about. She still thought the whole thing was insane, especially for someone in her condition.

The two of them here were friends for a long time, a secret they kept from the medical circles just to be safe from any ethical snags that might come up and be on the safe side.

Tamara had always been a fan of the weird and obscure things in the world and most of those things were out of reach, but then she found one on accident while watching the news about two people that had gone missing in a national park, one that was apparently home to a ghostly bear.

When she did more research into the subject sources said that two women were found near the river, one of whom had suffered injuries from the monster itself and lived, but the true story of what happened was never actually shared.

So when the actual story wasn't given, people started making stuff up. People who read this stuff simply it called a bad kind of writing called a creepypasta. Stuff that that was made to sound real, but was all made up. Someone just got creative and spread the story, an internet legend and nothing more. Tamara, on the other hand knew how to dig deeper into the internet to find what she wanted.

“I know you wanted to go, but I don't know why you wanted to go there of all places. You do realize they never caught who did that, right? Those maniacs are still out there, and you want to go there of all places?” Myranda said to her, still not entirely understanding what the appeal was to all of this.

“You still believe that it was evil hill people, don't you?” Tamara said and rolled her eyes. “That story is about as real as the moon landing,” she said and Myranda was pretty sure the moon landing was a real thing, but it was pointless to bring that up.

“You wouldn't understand, but I need to know for a fact that there is some kind of afterlife. Something that gets me away from all of this misery, sure I'll miss you, but you'll know I am in a better place. When the time comes you and I can drink tequila at heaven's bar forever after and talk about literally anything else,” she responded to her. Tamara honestly believed in the idea of the afterlife, she just wanted to see it for herself.

“Some Ghost bear is going to prove it to you, really, some story made up to scare white people a hundred years ago?” Myranda said and sighed, it made no sense to her. By now all the pictures of ghosts on the internet should have been proof enough if she only needed to see a ghost. There was plenty of evidence.

“Yes, plus I've always wanted to see something like that,” Tamara replied to her. “Tammy, girl you have issues. But I can't stand to see you in a bed like this, so if you get better I'll take you to this damned festival myself. We will go see your monster, or at least go look for it. What do you say?” Myranda asked her.

She was sure Tammy wasn't going to get too much better than this. But they had both been here before. If there was one thing Tamara was good at, it was surprise recoveries.

It killed her on the inside to think like that, but right now optimism was keeping both of them in check. In her job, she was supposed to remain professional. Being emotionally attached was the opposite of professionalism according to all the rules.

Right then and there that she decided that if Tamara got any better, she was going to take her on her that one last trip she wanted to go to so badly. Myranda looked out the window and noticed the light of the full moon streaming through clouds as the storm seemed to be taking a bit of a break.

Something about the sight of it chilled her to the bone talking about ghosts and monsters, the full moon always intensified the mood.

“I'd say thank you,” Tamara said to her and looked towards the moonlight as well. Praying to any God that might be listening to get better, well enough to take a trip into the unknown for the first, and last time.

Chapter Two

The rain beat against the window relentlessly, the house was quiet besides that sound. Jenny's anger had never gone away. Her husband was killed by a monster, something that she knew full well could be hurt back. It stood to reason if you could hurt it, you could kill it.

Of course over the months that logic in her mind flopped back and forth to the point of becoming insanity. Maybe this was insane, maybe the beast couldn't die after all.

She took a drink of her cold coffee and banished the bad, endless circle of logic that haunted her and clicked on yet another site about ghosts, one of hundreds at this point. Many times, she found herself looking at the same site over and over again.

Jennifer realized that the internet happened to be filled with nothing but useless paranormal sites. Many of them were homegrown sites with people claiming to be psychics and professional ghost hunters.

By hunter, they only meant that they walked into the lonely places of the world to record voices and noises in the dark, and often talking to themselves more than anyone should be allowed to and still remain outside in public.

She was looking for something much more effective and permanent. An exorcism maybe, but she'd never heard of a priest who carried a machine gun loaded with Jesus' holy bullets or anything like that.

Just for fun she typed in Priest with a Machine gun in the search engine, but all she got in return was comic book stuff and a movie that didn't look very interesting. It was worth a shot. Three in the morning was her usual limit and despite the coffee the wave of exhaustion was coming over her once again.

She didn't know if it was fate or random chance in a tired haze she clicked the wrong link and the screen turned black. “Oh, come on, what did I click now?” she asked herself and slid her finger across the touch pad to the back button.

Instead of hitting the back button right away she started to read and didn't know if it was real or not. The black site loaded up and the first thing to come out of the speakers was cheesy Nintendo sounding music in the background that was trying to be creepy but it was coming off as someone's idea of a bad video game soundtrack.

Then, in big red letters that melted out of the black background the words read 'Welcome to the Kingdom of Moondor.' Outside the thunder crashed and the lights flickered as if on que.

There were several links, some to explain what this place was, some to create characters, log in and many other things. One thing in particular caught her attention. A link labeled 'How to fight the dead and spiritual warfare.' Jenny was tired and frustrated. “What the hell,” she said and clicked on that.

Again, the screen went black and nothing happened. “Great, who ever made this site forgot how to put anything on it,” she said, but then that same old school eight-bit sounding music kicked in and the red letters appeared once more.

The very first thing on the page in big, thick and bold letters was one single message.

'To kill a spirit, it must be killed with whatever made it into a spirit. Ghosts can be hurt in a physical form, but second death can only occur with the weapon that killed it first,' Jenny read it out loud, and the words struck deep in her heart as she read them again to herself. It was the best line she read all year. It made sense to her in a way nothing else had in a long time.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number to the only one whom could she could talk to about what really happened. “Mia, I want payback,” she said without thinking, in a tired haze but now her energy was coming back, even if would likely be short lived.

“I think I found a way to kill this thing,” Jenny said and smiled, honestly smiled for the first time in a long time and hung up the phone. Jenny gazed at the site page and was forced to turn off the sound; the eight bit cheese coming from the speakers was getting on her nerves.

The site wasn't even an actual paranormal site. It came from some LARP site. She had no idea what LARP was supposed to be. There was a link explaining it but she didn't care what it stood for.

The whole site felt rather pathetic to her the more she looked at it. However, she was looking for anything that didn't remind her of every stereotypical ghost site she'd ever heard of the internet.

It was only a few minutes of gazing into the internet abyss when she heard her front door open. Mia didn't live far and since the incident Jenny had given her a key to the place. She looked over the top of her laptop Mia was soaking wet. She felt bad about that and didn't realize just how much it was raining outside.

“This couldn't have waited until the weather cleared up?” Mia asked her and shook her shirt to get some of the water out of it, but it was a pointless gesture.

“Nope, sit down and look at this,” Jenny said and turned the screen in her direction as Mia sat down.