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Baskerville Hybrids

    We received a letter in the mail yesterday. Uncle Josiah had died. We went to the funeral and went back to Aunt Delilah’s house. She said he was a terrible mess. Eyes gorged out, missing a foot a few fingers and an ear.
      Everyone stayed, they said it was because they missed him, but we all knew Delilah was suicidal. I was outside because the tears bore me. That’s when it happened. Everyone was in black as they exited the house in a single file line. They were headed toward the back lot, where they had found the body. Something felt wrong. A hand touched my shoulder. I whipped around to see my very pregnant sister in tears, my niece beside her.
      “What’s happening?’ she asked frantically. I don’t know, they won’t listen to me.” I responded. Screams erupted from beyond the hill. We saw our relatives running over the hill crest, three dogs on their heels. I think they were Great Dane mix. They didn’t seem to notice us as they feasted on our cousins and grandparents. “Give me your keys.” I whispered. Something compelled me to whisper. “Why?” she asked. “I’m going to get the truck.” I said. “What about me and Melony?” she said glancing at the horrible seen on the hill. “Hide in the shed.” I suggested. I grabbed the keys from her hand as she stepped into the shed. “I’ll be right back.” I reassured her.
        I raced to the truck. I put the key in the ignition, but the engine only sputtered then died. I dashed into the house and grabbed my mother’s keys. As I drove around the house, I remembered the car seat. I backed around the house and retrieved it from the back seat.
      When I rounded the corner I saw the dogs run back up the hill through the gore that was once my relatives. I pulled up to the shed. I jumped out and landed in a puddle of blood and intestines. I saw the bottom of the shed door had been bent out of the way. My sister’s back was torn out and her spine jutted out. Where my new niece should have been there was only an empty, bloody crater. I opened the door and her lifeless body fell onto me. I kicked her off and peered into the darkness.            My niece sobbed quietly in the corner. I walked over to her and picked her up. As I finished buckling her in I saw the leader of the dog pack staring at me. He was a white dog with black patches, covered in blood. As I drove away, I let the memory sink in. the tears cascaded down my face as my vision blurred. I didn’t see it coming. The dog exploded through the windshield.