Dream Writing in the Swamp Part 2

I woke up on a couch in a poorly light room and the first thought that entered my mind was "Great, this is turning out just like every horror movie I have ever hated." With that in mind I did what I was always yelling at the movie screen from behind my clenched hands. Unfortunately, the only object in the room that I could use as a weapon was a three foot tall candlestick stand made of brass and apparently held together with a hundred years of dripped wax. Objective number two was the element of surprise, but there are two doors and four windows. Not to mention by the time I remembered objective two the doorway to the right was already ocupado.

The same dark eyes that had sent me into a faint were now starring into mine again. Gone was the meat. Gone was the blood, but the eyes had stayed. I waited for the eyes to move, but they just watched and waited. Feeling the need to flee or fight I gripped the candlestick close and began to edge toward the windows farthest from the door.

"What's up, chick?"

I froze. As far as I had known this person was a carcase munching madman, and now I learned he was also an idiot.

"This CHICK is leaving, and you are going to stay where you are if you know what's good for you." I raised the candlestick and took up my most threatening stance. At least, I thought it was threatening. Mr. Creeper didn't seem to thrown though as a smile stretched across below the eyes. My mind flashed to the Cheshire cat and I cursed whatever rabbit hole I had fallen down.

"You can leave," the mouth continued grinning, "but I don't know if me staying away will be good for you. I bet you don't even know where you are."

"Oh, I know where I am. I'm on my way away from you Mr. I-Munch-On-Roadkill. That is a good enough destination for me right now."

The smile shifted to a lopsided smirk. "I'm an Anopsologist. My body had a need for liver last night and while I was eating some crazy, half drunk girl kicked a rock through my chicken coop then fainted in front of my house."

I froze. This was obviously a trap. "What's an Anopsologist?" I stopped my shuffling.

"An Anopsologist eats raw foods according to an instinctual desire. When my body needs something I get a craving for it. Last night fatty organ meats were sounding quite tasty."

The candlestick snapped back into swinging height. "Eww! You really expect me to believe that?"

Again with the smirk. "I'm not surprised."

He slowly walked to the couch and slumped into the corner. "You should Google it."

Now that he was sitting I felt a little ridiculous. I lowered the candlestick and took a good look at my monster. The eyes still had the feel of a dark void, but the rest of him seemed to glow with warmth. Auburn hair topped sun darkened skin pulled over a large and bulky frame. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that I could still imagine the blood across his face then he would have been quite attractive. Up snapped the candlestick.

"I was told no one lived out in the Feor place."

"My family are the caretakers, or at least my dad is. He's walking the grounds right now. Maybe he was right about just turning you over to the cops."

I really am starting to hate that smirk.

"Go ahead. I don't care. Bringing the police was on my to-do list anyhow."

I am sure that I visibly jumped when he stood up again.

"Look, I am sorry for the way I have been acting. I just don't like it when we get some townie trying to be cool and sneaking into the swamp. My name is Carter."

I backed away from the hand and raised an eyebrow. "Your first name is a last name?"

He visibly squirmed. "That's not my first name. I go by my last name."

"What's your first name? Spike? Sue? Mordechai?"

"CROSS!" This time I almost bashed the book shelf I had backed into.

"Crossroads Carter, you get out here right now!"

Sighing he leaned towards the doorway he had come through and gave a shout. "Coming!"

"Stay here. I'll go get my dad and he'll tell you off. Then you can go home and tell everyone you ran into killer hillbillies or whatever."

I didn't get much of a chance to respond, but somehow "Okay, Cross", managed to slip out.

From the look he shot my way I was pretty sure that even if he was a normal person he was contemplating killing me now. So what's a girl to do when she is told by a crazy swamp man that he gonna go fetch his Paw? Get the heck out of Dodge!

I carefully peeked out the way that Cross had went and looked into a hallway with stairs going to the second floor and a door on both ends. I leaned forward into the hallway and could see Cross standing just at the top left of the screened door frame. I quickly turned the other direction and made my way to the back other end of the hall. The door on this end was covered with a green door with two vertical windows in the middle. I grabbed the handle, turned, and pushed against it. The door opened quite a bit more easily then I thought it was going to and I almost fell on my face as I stumbled down onto a wooden porch. I turned to see if I was being followed through the house and screamed.

Not two feet away was a woman, dressed in jeans and a green sleeveless blouse and drying off a huge butcher's knife.