The Haunted Little Shack

The Story begins 5 teens drunk and disorderly decided to go into an abandoned Little Shack on the side of a highway 22 in North Dakota . The place had been dormant for years. They had heard secrets of unforseeable acts occurring and wanted to see it for themselves. "Come on you scaredy cats." said the oldest of the group nineteen year old Franklin. Jack,Rex,Tommy,Rick the others from oldest to youngest under Franklin.

Entered the shack. At first it was as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly a flash of light that nearly blinded them all. It was dark and Franklin pulled out a flashlight. They all screamed all but Rex. He was melting in his own skin his flesh was burning off fast. In a matter of seconds he was nothing more than a skeleton. A frantic Tommy whacked at the shell that once was Rex the bones shattered everywhere. "What the fuck man." shouted Rick. "I am out of here." He tried to make his way out but he was split right down the middle his gut splattered all over. The remaining Jack, Tommy and Franklin were about to pee themselves they were so fearful. It was as if the secrets of unforseeable acts were right. They seen nothing but something really didn't want them there. Jack and Franklin made it out surprisingly Tommy was right behind. Tommy didn't make it out. He was dismembered his head rolled out of the doorway. Franklin and Jack ran to the car and got out of there quickly.

The two surviving two headed to the police station which was about 5 miles north. They busted in and started rambling. "Wait, wait a minute calm down." said Deputy Edwards. They slowed down and explained everything. There was a moment of silence."Sheriff Hendricks, looks like Horace is at it again." yelled Deputy Edwards to Sheriff Hendricks in his office. "Who in the hell is Horace."asked Franklin. Sheriff Hendricks approached the front of the station. "Horace Martin, he was a little boy about 10 years old. He was unlike any other boy he had the skin of a gator and the fangs of a cobra, he wasn't human." The Sheriff continued. "He was dropped off one summer day about 15 years ago." "Ma & Pa Mason's fruit shack. They tried and tried to raise the boy as there own but his deformities were far to much for them to handle." "They vanished him into a well in the back of the little fruit shack." Sheriff Hendricks paused for a moment and continued on with the long story. "Larry Doyle who lived on a farm about 4 miles of the shack called me his chickens were found dead only things left of them were their feathers and feet." Horace traveled through the well to the his farm and killed his chickens." We blasted it with dynamite and blocked it off.'' We hoped it killed Horace in the process." Guess it didn't." Deputy Edwards added. "Ma & Pa Mason's fruit shack was robbed and they were shot dead. "If you boys went there I have a feeling Horace thought you were the thieves coming back and he took matter into his own hands." "Why did you boys go there in the first place." asked Sheriff Hendricks. "We got drunk and decided to check it out." said Jack. "We heard it was haunted." added Franklin. "You boys had no business being there." "You started something that I must now finish its hard telling what Horace will do now,being as he is now 25 years old. The Sheriff made a few calls and heading out of the station. He made Deputy Edwards lock up Franklin & Jack. "I will deal with you boys when I get back.

The story was indeed true of Horace he laid dormant inside the well all these years. He survived on rats and other creepy crawlers that were around him. He loved to play with acid and other chemicals which he kept inside the shack. He may have been deformed but he was very intelligent. He just felt he needed to venge his Ma &Pa's death so those that came a snooping he killed. It was now up to Sheriff Hendricks and his posse to stop him. Once & For All.

Dawn had started to form the sun was coming up in the east. Sheriff Hendricks and what was 6 other men headed to the shack. The surrounded to it. "New plan gentlemen said Sheriff Hendricks. "4 of you head over to the what was the Doyle Farm and stand guard at that well." Larry Doyle moved himself and his family to Nebraska. "Horace, show yourself." shouted Sheriff Hendricks. They could hear echoing growls coming from the well. Horace had been over on the other side by the old Doyle Farm. Over the years he broke free from the blockage. He popped up out of the well. Three of the men ran. One wasn't so lucky. Horace was huge about 7 feet tall his fangs about 2-3 inches long he grabbed the man by his legs and ripped his body to shreds blood splattered everywhere it was like a rain of blood had come pouring down. The three other men headed for their truck they tried to make a getaway. Horace was faster than they had thought he picked up one of them. Like a psycho possessed maniac he climbed up the barn a with the man in hand. He forced the man's body onto the windmill and gave it a spin. The man screamed in terror until the blade had ripped through his flesh like a razor. The other two men made an escape and headed back to the shack. The told Sheriff Hendrick and the others to come on. "Time to rethink get the hell out of here. They hopped into there vehicle and followed. Horace jumped back into the well and made his way back. He peeked around and saw nothing so he went back down. He could smell it someone had been there. He would be waiting in case they came back. It was time for him to wait and plan his next attack.

Meanwhile the posse had made their way back to the station. Deputy Edwards asked. " Well is he dead Sheriff, did you kill Horace." Its going to take an army to kill him. said a very shaking and scared member of the Sheriff's posse. "He's like a giant over 7 feet tall and strong very strong." All of them were confused ,dumbfounded they didn't know what to do. What they did know was the time was now and Horace's life had to end. "OK look lets rethink this any ideas." suggested Sheriff Hendricks. "Screw you Sheriff you on you own I withdrawal from this immediately. Within minutes it was just Sheriff Hendricks and Deputy Edwards. The other men had left and it was just them. "Dammit. yelled Sheriff Hendricks. Sheriff Hendricks was on his own. He and Deputy Edwards had to do this own their own. He then got an idea. He walked over to the cell to which Franklin and Jack lay asleep in. "Up and Adam boys its time for you to help me." "Help you what." asked Jack. "Kill Horace once and for all." said The Sheriff with a smile. "We will do it for Rick,Rex, and Tommy." said Franklin. "We are in." Sheriff was happy it was his only idea and it worked.They all headed back to the shack they waited until about sundown they had 2 and 1/2 hours before the darkness of night would come.

They had arrived Sheriff Hendricks handed everyone a shotgun. "Use it men however you can." Franklin stood over the well and looked down. Horace popped up and grabbed him and pulled him down. The sounds of flesh ripping and the screams of Franklin echoed throughout. Sheriff Hendricks pulled out several sticks of dynamite. "Dynamite again Sheriff." said Deputy Edwards puzzled. "It didn't work before why now." " I have a better way to use it this time." said Sheriff Hendricks. "Which one of you wants to be the bait." he asked. "Bait." laughed Jack. What do you mean bait." "One of you has to die so Horace can die." answered The Sheriff. "You crazy." shouted Jack. "What about you." " I am honored man of the law." said Sheriff Hendricks. "Your a pussy." yelled Jack. "OK,OK said The Sheriff I am gone light it and hope throwing it down kill him this time." The Sheriff lit the dynamite's fuse and he was about to throw it into the well. Suddenly Horace popped up one of his fangs drove itself into The Sheriff's head. Sheriff Hendrick still had the stick of dynamite in his had he forced it into Horace's mouth. Horace gasped and fell backwards falling into the well. Jack and Deputy Edwards quickly found their way out. Not a moment to soon. The Shack exploded as did the ground around it. It was safe to say that Horace was dead." Deputy Edwards showed a sign of salute. to Sheriff Hendricks. He and Jack went their separate ways and never seen each other again. It was time to them both to move on.

The legend of Horace Martin still is brought up by many of the local High School kids in the town. The shack is no more. When you pass by it where it once was on Highway 22 in North Dakota all you see is a corn field. The well still remains but has been sealed off by a cement slab. So if you ever find a abandoned shack on the side of the road DON'T STOP go on and forget you seen it