| Author: | S. Pearce | ISBN: | 9781618450296 |
| Publisher: | Beau to Beau Books | Publication: | September 5, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | S. Pearce |
| ISBN: | 9781618450296 |
| Publisher: | Beau to Beau Books |
| Publication: | September 5, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
One night a year in Hunter’s hometown a strange seduction takes place. When his longtime friend asks him to return on the one night he has vowed never to return, he reluctantly agrees. The little town is dark and eerily quiet as Hunter approaches. He parks his car and forces his way through thick vines and trees to a secret place in the city park where the two men have agreed to meet. Hunter is quickly pulled inside and into a seduction like no other. Rumors of a man dressed in an extremely unique costume looking for an unsuspecting victim is less than believable to the level headed Hunter, but when the costume is found in a place very familiar to him, he fears that this year he may be one of the hunted.
Excerpt:
There was always a Halloween celebration in Hunter’s hometown, although he had never attended. His parents sent him the full account of the festivities that were proudly displayed in a book every year. It was an awful display really. Photographs were taken of everything and everyone including full frontal nudity and actual sexual acts, though faces were always discreetly covered. It seemed to Hunter that for the last few years the photographs had gone from bad taste to sickly grotesque. He could not be certain from the shaded faces, but it appeared as though every year in the photographs at least one of the bodies was lifeless.
******
“They can’t know that we are here.”
“Why not? Looks like we are all here for the same reason.”
“Have you not heard the rumors?”
“No, Trey, I don’t live here any longer, remember?”
“A few years ago someone died here and since then, one man always dies before this night is over. Have you not seen the photos?”
Hunter had seen the photos, but they were too blurry to see anything clearly. “Sure. Mom sends the whole book each year. It’s like she’s proud of it…their Halloween party as she calls it.”
“It’s not a party, Hunter.”
“Oh, come on, these people don’t kill anyone.”
“Every year it happens, Hunter. It began the year you left.”
One night a year in Hunter’s hometown a strange seduction takes place. When his longtime friend asks him to return on the one night he has vowed never to return, he reluctantly agrees. The little town is dark and eerily quiet as Hunter approaches. He parks his car and forces his way through thick vines and trees to a secret place in the city park where the two men have agreed to meet. Hunter is quickly pulled inside and into a seduction like no other. Rumors of a man dressed in an extremely unique costume looking for an unsuspecting victim is less than believable to the level headed Hunter, but when the costume is found in a place very familiar to him, he fears that this year he may be one of the hunted.
Excerpt:
There was always a Halloween celebration in Hunter’s hometown, although he had never attended. His parents sent him the full account of the festivities that were proudly displayed in a book every year. It was an awful display really. Photographs were taken of everything and everyone including full frontal nudity and actual sexual acts, though faces were always discreetly covered. It seemed to Hunter that for the last few years the photographs had gone from bad taste to sickly grotesque. He could not be certain from the shaded faces, but it appeared as though every year in the photographs at least one of the bodies was lifeless.
******
“They can’t know that we are here.”
“Why not? Looks like we are all here for the same reason.”
“Have you not heard the rumors?”
“No, Trey, I don’t live here any longer, remember?”
“A few years ago someone died here and since then, one man always dies before this night is over. Have you not seen the photos?”
Hunter had seen the photos, but they were too blurry to see anything clearly. “Sure. Mom sends the whole book each year. It’s like she’s proud of it…their Halloween party as she calls it.”
“It’s not a party, Hunter.”
“Oh, come on, these people don’t kill anyone.”
“Every year it happens, Hunter. It began the year you left.”
