HB Challenge #13 - Bad Hair Day Part II

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Horror Bites Challenge #13

From the Office Mango website:

I never thought it would happen but I finally have some people who just can’t live without Horror Bites Challenges. On the one hand this makes me feel fantastic but then again it does appear that I will have to be a bit more dedicated and organised.

We are at the start of winter here in Scotland which I hate. The dark mornings and nights, the miserable weather – I just want to run away to the somewhere sunny. Also it is nearing the holiday season but as we don’t start Christmas until after my sons birthday I am taking us back to sunnier times with this challenges picture. Not that I want a sunny story mind.

1:  Tales can be posted on your blogs & then just add to the wee linky tool, or add as a comment if you don’t have a blog.

2:  A word count of 200-350.

3:  Try to scare me, or at the very least create a little bit of darkness.

4:  This will be a fortnightly (two weeks) challenge from when the post goes live, so you’ve got plenty thinking time.

So come on what are you waiting for, go find your inner demons and get your scare on!

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Odd. I thought dark mornings and nights with miserable weather was summer in Scotland...

(Just kidding! Actually, I'd like to vacation there someday.)

This is a continuation of the Horror Bites #11 challenge.

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Bad Hair Day Part II

    "Hi, I'm Colonel Sanchez. You must be Mrs. Henderson, the biologist."
    The woman turned from the window and nodded.
    "They've just filled me in—well, as much as they can—on the hot site."
    "Did they tell you anything about the people there?"
    "Not really. They've set up a perimeter, but what's going on inside is anyone's guess."
    "If they're not going in, does that mean they don't expect anyone to come out?"
    The Colonel took a deep breath and said, "Don't read too much into that. That's what the military does, you know—set up perimeters—even if all they're guarding is a latrine."
    She bit her lip and looked away.
    "I'm sorry, Mrs. Henderson. I wish I had more. But we'll be there soon. Your husband was—is the geologist there?"
    "Yes. I was talking to him on the phone when we lost the connection. He was describing what had erupted when a lot of noise started up in the background. I couldn't tell what was happening. He told me to hold on and dropped the phone on the desk. Then there was shouting. After a few seconds, the line went dead."
    "And that's the last time you heard from him?"
    She turned and stared out the window.
    "Yes."

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211 words without the title... 

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Previous Horror Bites challenges: 

Lemonade (#12)
Bad Hair Day (#11)
Cross Words (#10)
The Door (#9)
Wrapped in a Mystery (#8)
If The Shoe Fits (#7)
You Won't Feel A Thing (#6)
The Wings of Death (#5)

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