By the Gates of the Garden of Eden

Kidnapped by Bigfoot

He was an average college student who set out for a summer adventure, but something went terribly wrong. Kidnapped, drugged and forced to work against his will, he finds himself among others who have been kidnapped and held without ransom. It is only the eventual love of a woman that will keep his hope alive.

Enter a world of Demons and Dark Overlords, a place where there is no hope and no chance of escape. Forced to dig tunnels for his evil demonic overlords. Their chains hurt, there is no light, and barely enough food to survive. He must make the choice to lead his people to freedom. But in order to do this, he must face the darkest foes humanity has ever known. He must do anything and everything it takes to keep his friends and family safe… Even if it means giving his own life.

For fans of: Frank Peretti’s Monster, Stephen King’s Sleepwalkers, and Clive Barker’s Books of Blood.

Content Warning: This novel contains explicit wording, content, and profanity, supernatural evil, self-harm, rape, abuse, and murder. Please read with care.

Author’s Note: As with all true horror stories, the goal is to survive to the end. I find that there is hope at the end of every tunnel, but getting there is often a horrifying and bloody mess. That being said, this is a true horror story.

From the story:

Four men stepped from the black.

They were incredibly tall, and wearing coats made of animal hides. One of them pointed towards us and yelled something that I did not understand. The other three stepped towards us.

Jeff was the first to react. His speech was a flutter: “Get, get, get! Honey! Honey! Honey!” He stammered. “The car!” He pushed his wife towards the car. “Get in!”

He turned to Jamie who was already scrambling for the door. Tammie had gotten into the driver’s side, both drivers side doors had been left open. She had flung herself over the mid console and was followed by Jeff. He slammed the door and started the car.

In all of this time, the only thing I had been able to accomplish was to stand there like an idiot. My basic instinct of “fight or flight” had not worked. I was in the third mode of survival. The freeze. The one that spiders use when you find them in your shower. I will admit now, in retrospect, that this is the worst survival instinct of all. Everyone knows that you are there, you are only fooling yourself.

Instantly the men were upon us. One of them, the first one up the embankment, grabbed my neck in his hand and spun me around into a stranglehold with my back against his chest. He was enormous. I was engulfed in his furs. My arms were lifeless as a rag-dolls, my eyes wide in shock, the man who had grabbed me held me firm and started to reach forward to the driver’s side door.

Jeff had the car started, and he slammed it into drive. He spun out on the shoulder’s gravel surface – the kickback from the spin caused the tire to lurch forward and bounce forward and run over the jack. There was a K-CHUD as it hit with a thud and kicked itself off of the rim, and with a lurch the car jumped forward and hit the ground. The two right wheels had no problem with the movement away from the scene, the right front, already flabby, wouldn’t last long, but the real problem was a grinding sickening metal-on-Missouri-asphalt of the rim from the back left tire.