Please welcome Kay Holland she has a special story for us today. Hope everyone enjoys!!
This is the retelling of a story that was first told by my great-aunt, and recited to me by my mom. It is based on an actual experience of hers.
My aunt was in her younger teenage years, around twelve or thirteen, living in an extremely rural area of Kentucky. There was a lot of land and trees around her house, and unlike in the city, their house sat further back from the street.
One night, she had gone out front to take out the trash. Once she reached the street, for whatever reason, she glanced down the road and noticed a man standing underneath a streetlight.
He was nowhere near close, so she felt no need to think twice about him and leaned down to throw away her garbage. At this point, you, the reader, should mind the fact that throwing away trash takes absolutely no time.
You lean over, throw it out, and go about your business—this is what my aunt did.
Well, once she stood back up, there he was, looming above her. My aunt’s a petite woman, standing at about five foot.
For a second she was completely baffled, because as stated, the man was really far down the street. Even if he was running he shouldn’t have made it to where she was standing in that fleeting amount of time.
Before she could fully register what had just happened, the man threw is head back, and howled like a wolf. It was loud, deep, and utterly frightening. My aunt turned away and took off. There were two saves in this occurrence.
One, she ran track,
and two, there were a lot of trees in her huge front yard.
She used them to her advantage, weaving between them and shouting for help at the top of her lungs. Behind her, she could hear this man snarling and cutting through the trees at rapid speed.
Quickly her cries were heard, and her mother was opening the door just as she jumped inside and slammed the door behind her. The man could be heard outside keeping up a ton of racket until the cops arrived.
Whether or not the story is true is difficult to confirm. But one thing was certain… once they went back into the front yard, they noticed that one of their trees were entirely clawed and ripped apart. They later cut that tree down, because how it happened couldn’t be explained.
Thanks Kay for the great story!!!
Here is a recipe from Kay:
Peanut Butter Chip Chocolate Cookies
Original recipe makes 2 dozen
1 cup butter
1 1/2 cups white sugar
2 eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 cups all-purpose flour
2/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cups peanut butter chips
Directions
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease cookie sheets.
- In a medium bowl, cream together the butter and sugar. Stir in the eggs and vanilla. Combine the flour, cocoa, baking soda and salt, stir into the creamed mixture. Finally, fold in the peanut butter chips. Drop cookies by heaping teaspoonfuls onto the prepared cookie sheets.
- Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven, until set. Cool on wire racks.
Contact Info for Kay Holland
Kay Holland is the author of the Dead World series. When not writing, she can be found reading, listening to music, or searching for the next video game to obsess over. She currently resides in Orange County, CA.
What Remains By Kay Holland
This is the first book in the Dead World series.
~Synopsis~
Project Fed. It was supposed to be the answer to hunger, but instead, it was the destruction of the world as we knew it. The growth of chemically enhanced “super” fruits and vegetables began in unmarked farms across the Nations, as well as their distribution in small towns. Within hours of Project Fed’s first delivery and primary consumption, something far beyond expectancy was unleashed. Something far beyond what anyone could help.
Four months later, Seventeen year old Max Cade is trying to survive amongst what remains of her old life. In an effort to escort an awry Doctor from one camp to the next, she will have to reintroduce her two young friends to the horrors beyond their shelter that she so badly wanted to shield them from. Getting there was supposed to be the easy part, but when travelling through a world of ruin, sometimes the undead have other plans.
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