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The Hound

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It was a cool, clear evening on the moor in Devonshire, you turned around to see if he was still following you, "C'mon, you're fitter than I am and I'm farther ahead!" You called, "Well yeah! You're not carrying everything!" He shouted back.

He flopped over in the grass, you ran over to see if he was alright, you heard him start laughing, you smacked him, "Mark, that's not funny, I thought you fainted!" You shouted angrily, smacking him again.

Mark looked around, "You sure we should be out here?" He asked worriedly, you look at him, "Of course, we're not on any private property." You huffed playfully, "And if you're worried about that curse, its not real, that was a story written by a man a few hundred years ago." You stated.

"I know... But its still freaky." He said rubbing the back of his neck, "And even if it was real, the hounds wouldn't attack us, they would attack the richest people on the moor." You stated taking a sip of some coffee.

The two of you sat and talked for over half an hour, then a hellish sound echoed over the moor, Mark freaked, "Woah woah woah there, buddy, there's nothing to be worried about, its just the bog, its makes all sorts of odd noises." You stated nearly laughing.

"How does it sound like THAT?!" He asked, "Its just the mud settling, and/or some poor soul had gotten themselves stuck..." You replied, Mark scratched the back of his head, "Maybe we should get back to town..." He said, "Yeah, we better, its getting late." You replied.

Mark started packing everything, you stood up and straightened your jacket, you turned around hearing a rustle in the grass, only to see a gigantic hound, fur as black as fresh ink, eyes that looked like they bled fire, teeth like steak knives, claws like meat hooks, blood and fire dripped from the creatures mouth.

You screamed, Mark looked over and quickly stood up, the hound did nothing but sit and stare, the longer you looked, the more fury and unnatural rage you saw, it stood up on all fours, its head came up to your chest, it huffed and smoke came from its nostrils, it turned and walked away, literally disappearing into the oncoming mist.

You looked at Mark, and he looked at you, "I say... we say nothing of this..." He whispered, "I agree." You replied, looking back to where the beast disappeared, "No one would believe us anyway..." The two of you grabbed everything and walked back to the car.

Right before the two of you left England, you saw a newspaper, on the front cover was a picture of a man, around the same age as Mark, was found dead not too far from where you and Mark sat the two nights before, he had been missing for three days, and was found last night, dead, torn to shreds by some large "hound".

You handed the paper to Mark, his facial expression hardened, "Well... that explains the blood..." He whispered, and put the paper back, he looked at his phone, "C'mon the plane leaves in thirty minutes." He stated picking up his luggage.

A picture of the hound flashed through your mind, along with the hellish sound the both of you heard, you shoved it out of your mind, picking up your luggage you followed Mark, "It'll be nice to be back in ol' murica again." You giggled, "MURICA WE'RE COMIN' BACK BABY!" Mark shouted, getting stares from passers by, you shushed him and laughed.
EEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! EVERYBODY!! so the whole idea of this came from Arthur Conan Doyle's book in the Sherlock series "The Hound Of Baskerville" to which I started and finished recently :D I am a huge fan of Sherlock so I thought I'd do a lil somethin dedicated to the book/show, Steven Moffat is doing a Sherlock TV series which is on netflix, and amazon prime if you haven't seen it I totally suggest you watch it soon season 3 will be here in January >:3 I also decided to add a "tinge" of romance... I was feeling generous tonight but I am not writing any more romance :I not even in the slightest... soooo anywayyy enjoy ~<3

NOTE I DO NOT OWN THE HOUND OF BASKERVILLE IT BELONGS TO EITHER THE ORGINAL WRITER TO TO WHOEVER OWNS IT NOW, I DO NOT OWN MARK HE OWNS HIMSELF, SO ON THIS NOTE SIT BACK EAT A COOKIE AND ENJOY DIS MAH PEEPS!!
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