He had done it. He had stopped at more houses this year than he ever had in the past. He had done it and he also had enough candy to last him until next summer if he didn’t munch it all down within a few weeks.
At his young age he had accomplished very little, but he had done this. At that moment none of that mattered. Maxwell now had to worry about the half-mile walk back to town. He could actually see a little bit more than he had been able to in years past. He owed his improved sight to the full moon that hung forebodingly in the purple colored sky.
The further Maxwell continued on, the more his fears tugged at his very core.
The wind blew down into the woods that surrounded the lonely road that Maxwell walked. He heard the winds soft whisper, and it actually made him feel a little bit better. He realized in that instance, that he was not the only one who had been frightened like this before. He believed everyone in the world became frightened at one time or another. Why should he be any different?
Besides, there is nothing out there that isn’t just as scared of me , he reminded himself again.
Then all of a sudden Maxwell heard the sound of crackling dead leaves off in the distance.
Was something following him?
The sound repeated and Maxwell was certain that this was the sound of footsteps. He did not run; he was still unsure if there was even a threat, and he still had a long way to go before he would reach town.
The crackling of dead leaves under each step became louder, the footsteps getting closer.
An intense and thunderous sound in the form of a howl surrounded Maxwell. He wanted to scream, but he knew that wouldn’t do any good.
Maxwell turned to see the black outline of something running toward him. He had no time to question whether it was real or imaginary; he had to run and try to escape whatever it was. He dropped his huge bag of candy, which made a loud thud when it hit the ground. He began running as fast as he could. Judging by its size, he knew that whatever this thing was it would probably be faster than him.
In a split second Maxwell watched as a pair of fur covered, very human-like arms reached around him as the beast tackled him to the ground. He tried to scream but only half of the scream actually left his mouth before it was over. Maxwell was found the following morning by a farmer driving into town for his second cup of morning coffee. Maxwell’s body had been ripped apart and disemboweled.
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Anna Murray was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for Hank when she answered the phone call from Clara. Maxwell Hester’s remains had been found only ten minutes earlier and she needed Sheriff Murray as soon as possible. Clara of course did not give Anna any details as to why she needed Hank so badly, she only said that it was urgent. It didn’t take long for Hank to stumble out of bed and get to the phone. Clara then told Hank of the remains. Hank could not believe it. Everything was beginning to look grimmer.
How was Hank going to handle this?
He was a man of the law, and worked his entire life to get his position. The worst thing that had happened in Medusa since he became Sheriff twenty years ago was a car wreck out on Byron road. Three people died in that accident and it was awful, but it was nothing like this.
When Hank arrived on the scene he was greeted by Rod, who at that time was considered Hank’s second in command. Rod Truex was only a deputy at that time. He had been the first police officer on the scene when Maxwell’s body was discovered. He
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