The dark waters rippled. Harold didn’t say anything right away; he wanted, nay needed, to be certain.

There it was again. A definite movement in the moonlit black.

“John!” He waited. No reply.

Another ripple. Stronger this time. The lake was coming alive.


His son bounded up from the boat’s lower cabin. “What you shouting-”

“Look.” He pointed out into the water.

“What are you-”


John’s eyes narrowed, piercing through the night. Another ripple.

Harold climbed from his chair. They had planned for this moment their entire lives. “I’ll get the-”

John turned and smiled. “Dad… this is it.”


Author: jackkholt

Film graduate. Lover of lots of good films and quite a few bad ones. Reader. Writer. Novel in progress, obviously.

13 thoughts on “Beast”

  1. I like that you took what would be the beginning of a Horror or Monster movie for most people and made it the brief highlight of their lives. Paying off excitement instead of devastation is splendid.

  2. This is like on the line between the happiest moment ever and maybe the worst nightmare coming to life. I’m looking to be frightened, but then again I’m curiously waiting. Wonderful!

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