The Tall Man

It’s been a while since my last post so here’s a story I wrote specifically for my blog. It’s raw and unedited but I do think the story is readable. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it!

The Tall Man

When the fog swept through the coastal village of Eastern Passage, Nova Scotia, night had already fallen. The street lamps attempted to provide a glimmer of light through the thick suffocation but were for the most part unsuccessful. Emily Johnson was seated in the living room of her semi-detached home reading the novel Roll Up The Rim by Leo MacKay Jr. when a dog barking outside caught her attention. She looked up from the book and out through the large bay window onto Osborne Street.

Joe Shelly was walking his German Shepard, Spartacus, out in front of her house. Spartacus was never on a leash despite by-laws yet no one could say anything as Joe was a cop. He never abused his power while on the job but outside of work he knew how to wield it to get his way. If anyone was foolish enough to call the cops on him, nothing ever came about it except Joe’s harassment and bullying.

Emily watched in disgust as Spartacus squatted on her front lawn and emptied his bowels. Joe looked up and smiled at her. She was about to turn away when movement across the street caught her attention. The fog had thinned out allowing her to see into the wooded lot and it was there that she saw him.

The Tall Man was hiding amongst some birch trees and was watching Joe and Spartacus. Although the fog had thinned out a bit, it still prevented her from getting a good look at him but she could tell he was over twelve feet. He was thin with wide shoulders but at the same time looked powerful. His face was long and narrow with a thick brow, and his eyes seemed to glisten in the fog. He moved slightly to get a better vantage point and Spartacus caught wind of it.

She could hear the big dog growling as Spartacus raised his head, trying to pinpoint where the smell was coming from.

“What is it, boy?” Joe asked. He started to look around too.

Spartacus’s lips curled baring his teeth as he caught sight of the Tall Man. His back arched and his muscles tensed then he sprung, running full tilt towards the wooded lot.

Although Joe still hadn’t noticed the tall man he encouraged his dog nonetheless. “Get ’em boy! Tear its throat!”

Emily watched both intrigued and scared as the Tall Man stepped out slightly hunched from behind the birch trees to face Spartacus head on. Spartacus leapt in the air but the Tall Man caught him by the throat. The dog snarled and snapped, trying to get to the Tall Man’s face. At this time Joe saw him and he paused as his brain registered how large the Tall Man was.

He quickly snapped out of it, “Hey motherfucker, put my dog down!”

There was a sickening snap and Spartacus went limp. The Tall Man tossed the dog’s body into the wooded lot where it bounced off a couple of trees before landing on the ground. Joe cried out at the sight of his dog’s demise and knelt down, grabbing the handgun from his ankle holster.

The Tall Man took three large strides towards Joe and swung his right arm out in front towards his smaller adversary. Joe pulled the gun and tried to take aim when the Tall Man’s open hand penetrated into his torso just below the ribs. Joe tried to scream in pain but all that came out was a bloody gurgle. The Tall Man curled his fingers back gripping Joe’s rib cage and lifted him off the ground.

Emily gave a small scream and quickly covered her mouth. The Tall Man turned his head and looked at her. Their eyes locked and Emily felt paralyzed.His eyes were primal yet emitted intelligence. The Tall Man gave a slight head nod and started back towards the wood lot. She lost sight of him when the fog thickened and was left alone with her thoughts that tried to make sense of what she had just witnessed.

Neither Joe’s nor Spartacus’s bodies were ever found despite intense searches. Emily was questioned a few times but her accounts were dismissed as no one would believe that a twelve foot tall man had killed Joe and his dog.

As time went by, Emily kept looking out into the wooded lot hoping to catch another glimpse of him.

Although at times she felt like she was being watched, she never saw him again.


About jonolsonauthor

On top of working full time as a Security Checkpoint Coordinator at the Halifax Robert L. Stanfield International Airport and still learning the ropes of being a father, Jon is also a writer of horror and dark fiction. While he writes predominantly about the dark and horrible, he will step out into other areas if the interest is there. Jon is a proud member of Pen of the Damned and is also a member of the Horror Writer’s Association (Affiliate level). View all posts by jonolsonauthor

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