could be anywhere.”
Martin stared at the statue. First the gargoyle statue was stolen and now, there was a statue of the sheriff in his garage. Something just didn’t add up.
“Kelli, this may sound kind of out there, but could this statue here actually be Dennis encased in stone. It looks too life like.”
“Now that’s being a detective,” Dennis said, watching the deputy talk on the phone.
“Encased in stone?” Kelli asked.
“Think about it. We have a deranged lunatic ripping people’s heads off. Maybe the sheriff was getting close to catching him, so to be creative, he murdered him and somehow encased the sheriff in some type of heavy plaster. Just a theory.”
“How do we test that theory?” Kelli asked.
“Probably could use one of those handheld stone carving saws. I’ll head to the hardware shop. Have the coroner meet me here.”
The deputy held the stone carving saw up toward the statue. The coroner nodded his head signaling him to proceed. He turned on the saw and started to cut into the statue.
Dennis screamed out in pain. He could feel the blade rubbing into his stone-like flesh.
The deputy continued to cut into the statue with no luck. After a few minutes, he gave up. All the saw was doing was rubbing against the stone producing sparks. He looked at the blade and it was completely dull.
“What type of stone ruins a stone cutting blade?” the deputy asked.
“Let’s take him to the morgue. Maybe I can locate something strong enough to penetrate that stone,” the coroner said.
“The statue should fit on the back of the sheriff’s truck. I saw the keys sitting on the kitchen table.”
Kelli stood over the statue that was lying on the coroner’s table. The deputy was right, the statue resembled the sheriff right down to every detail. If it wasn’t really him encased in stone, then whoever sculpted it was the greatest artist in the world.
“The local construction company is already closed for the day. We will have to wait until tomorrow to try to cut it open. Until then, I still have Kimmy’s autopsy to perform,” the coroner said.
“It’s getting late. I should head home and get some rest. With a killer on the loose striking at night, I want to be alert,” the deputy said.
“I’ll call you if I discover anything during the autopsy,” the coroner said.
“Kelli, let’s leave the coroner to his work.”
The autopsy uncovered no clues at all. Whatever was behind this gruesome attack was still a mystery. Whatever it was possessed enormous strength to rip a head off the neck and then throw a motorcycle through a window.
The stone statue behind the coroner started to glow bright red. Two giant wings started to grow out from the sheriff’s body as it mutated into a gigantic gargoyle. The coroner’s table collapsed from the weight. As the coroner turned around, the gargoyle grabbed him by the neck and ripped his head off. It looked at the coroner’s head and then threw it backward. The gargoyle crashed through the doors of the morgue and headed upstairs to the police station.
It killed every cop it encountered on the way up. Nobody had a chance to react, the gargoyle was moving too quickly. Kelli, hearing the commotion from down the hall, hid under her desk and called Deputy Miller. The deputy answered, and before she could speak, the gargoyle was on her. The only thing the deputy could hear was Kelli screaming and the sounds of something growling very loudly. The gargoyle ripped Kelli’s head off and then grabbed the phone. It growled into it before smashing the phone into several pieces.
The deputy jumped out of bed and ran for the shotgun that he used for hunting. He quickly got dressed and ran for his squad car. He tried contacting his fellow deputies on his radio, but no one responded. He was on his own.
The gargoyle ripped the arm off of Kelli’s body and started to eat it. It was very hungry. What was once the sheriff was no more. His transformation into a gargoyle was complete. It continued to enjoy its meal, completely devouring Kelli’s body. The gargoyle, with its stomach completely filled, walked out of the police station and headed for its resting spot atop the museum.
Deputy Miller stopped his squad car in front of the police station. He jumped out and ran into the police station. The floor was covered in blood, and he saw Kelli’s head stuck in one of the ceiling fan blades, spinning around repeatedly. The bodies of the officers who were on duty were lying on the ground decapitated. He continued through the police station trying not to slip on the blood that was everywhere. He walked down the stairs heading toward the morgue. The doors to the morgue were busted outward. The coroner was lying on the floor decapitated. The stone statue of the sheriff was gone.
The deputy overheard the sheriff mention a gargoyle to the coroner the other day. “Oh my God! The sheriff is a gargoyle!” The deputy had a hunch where to find the gargoyle. He ran out of the police station to his squad car. He sped away from the station and headed for the museum.
The gargoyle approached the front of the museum. He looked up toward the top of the building where his resting place was. The gargoyle Dennis had encountered had rested there peacefully for several decades, only awaking this time each year to feed. After killing the gargoyle, Dennis was cursed to take its place. Now fully fed, it was Dennis’ turn to sleep.
The deputy’s squad car stopped behind the gargoyle. Martin got out of his squad car and pointed his shotgun toward the gargoyle.
“Dennis, it’s me, Martin.”
The gargoyle growled.
“Don’t make me kill you!”
The gargoyle moved closer to him. The deputy shot it in the shoulder. It continued to move closer and the deputy shot it again. Black blood poured out of its chest. It continued to move closer, and the deputy shot it again. The gargoyle was upon him and before it could get its claws around the deputy’s neck, he shot its head off. It fell forward crashing onto the hood of the squad car. It grabbed the deputy by the arm and dug its right claw into it leaving a deep cut. Its whole body shattered into a thousand tiny pieces and turned to dust.
The deputy dropped his shotgun and looked at his arm which was bleeding badly. The squad car’s whole front was smashed inward. He looked back down at his arm and the cut was gone. There was no evidence that he had been bleeding. He walked back to the police station where he was going to have to notify the state police about the massacre. At least the town of Merrybrook wouldn’t have to worry about the gargoyle anymore.
About the Author
I am a science fiction & horror writer from Valparaiso, Indiana. I also love to write horror stories about zombies and cats. I am also a political satirist. In 1985 I wrote my first short story: "The Day It Rained Candy." I also started writing a science fiction series called "Power Force." In 1994 I published my first short story: "The Night Of the Living Redheads." I am currently writing horror short stories with my brother, Mark Cusco Ailes, for the horror collection: "The Second Journey Into The Unknown."
In 2015 I will celebrate my 30th Anniversary as a writer with the release of the first full length Power Force novel featuring the sci-fi adventures of David Canese and the Arkians battling the evil Falesha Mince and the Nytonians.
My writing influences are Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Ira Levin, Terry Brooks, R. Karl Largent, Zombie Fiction Writers. I started reading heavily at the age of five and by middle school I had read close to 200 books or more. I'm not talking just thin children's books. I mean Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Star Trek and Star Wars novels and more.
I grew up watching Tales From The Crypt, Star Trek, The Twilight Zone, Tales From The Darkside, Buck Rogers, Battlestar Galactica (the original series) old time horror films with Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff, Lon Chaney Jr. I also love watching all of the low-budget Full Moon Videos: Puppet Masters and the Trancers. I'm big into 80s horror films: Friday, the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street and Halloween.
With all of my influences,
I write some of the most entertaining and scarey fiction that a reader can appreciate. Check out my novels today.
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