MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL, BILLY COY [mobi reader TXT] 📗

and a dining and living room area. It was well organized and furnished.

Meanwhile, Anna and Rachel looked scared. They were shaking and turned their eyes in all directions. There were a lot of mere whistling, hissing and frog sounds all around the forest.

“Mum, I don’t feel good about this.”


“It’s alright, just stay calm, okay.” “Okay.”
Few minutes later Bob came back relaxed, with his guns kept away in
the holster.

“Come on in, it’s all safe,” said Bob.

Anna and Rachel relaxed. They got out of the car. Anna put away her gun back into her jean waist area and they both followed Bob into the cabin with the paper-bags of the eats and drinks they had brought with them.

“How did you come to know of this place?” asked Anna.

She and her daughter took the eats to the kitchen. Bob was meanwhile looking out through the living-room window.

“One day curiosity led me here,” said Bob. He mumbled, “And that was long, long, time ago.”

Anna cooked nice dinner that night and they all ate to their satisfaction and then went to sleep. Bob and Anna slept a little bit later while conversing. Rachel had already gone to sleep.

Anna was seated in the couch and Bob, in the chair across, in the living- room.

“And that is how Tom and I met on that sweet cruise,” said Anna, sadly. She stood up from the couch.

Bob stood up too. They looked at each other and there was fire in
Anna’s eyes.


“If only you could take off those damn shades…,” said Anna, “Good night Bob.”

She walked to her bedroom.

Bob sat back down in the chair, slowly.

He stayed up that whole night, seated in the dark, in that same chair. All the lights in the cabin were off, but there was a full moon.

Bob dosed off and slept in the chair later in the night. What woke him up instantly was a fire explosion that completely ravaged the car they had come in. This woke up Anna and Rachel too.

Bob quickly rushed outside and saw the car in flames. And away from it, at a distance of about fifteen feet, was a semi-circle of about twenty charged vampires: their eyes green, fur bodies, long canine teeth, messed up hair and long protruding nails. They were mixed, males and females. They roared for blood like wild animals.

Bob quickly ran back inside the cabin to wake up Anna and Rachel, but they were already with him, so frightened and in a panic. Anna had her gun in her right hand and her daughter in her other hand.

“What’s going on Bob?” Anna screamed.

Bob was calm, composed and ready for anything; he didn’t panic. “They’re here,” he said.
“Who Bob,” asked Anna.

“The midnight Vampires,” said Bob. Rachel immediately broke down in tears. “What do we do now?” asked Anna.


“We escape,” said Bob. He grabbed Rachel by her hand and carried her up on his left hip. He then pulled out his gun too. “Stay with me ma’am.”

Anna kept on Bob’s right hand side with the gun in her hand ready to fire.

As they walked towards the door, the vampires fiercely broke into the cabin from every side of the cabin, even in their way, from the door. Bob quickly cleared their way with rampant shots at the vampire that had broken down the door; Anna shot at the other vampires too, injuring them; they fell to the ground and slowly got up bleeding.

Bob quickly ran through the door and Anna equally followed. They ran into the forest shooting the other vampires that attacked them from outside. Bob’s shots were killer, whereas Anna’s just injured the vampires, who with the still okay ones followed them on their trail.

Anna looked back. The vampires were coming on head strong. “They are still after us,” Anna screamed.
“It’s still the beginning ma’am,” said Bob, “You haven’t seen the worst.” The vampires diverted and disappeared off in the forest.
“They are gone,” said Ann.

“Keep running ma’am,” urged Bob. They kept running. Rachel was crying.
Suddenly, two gigantic vampire rats (7feet tall, big in size, green eyes,
sharp limb nails and long and sharp canines) jumped from both the left and right hand side of Bob and Anna’s path and right onto them; one


throwing Bob to the right, on the ground and the other threw Anna to the left, on the ground too.

“Ah…” she screamed on.

When Bob’s back touched the ground, Rachel fell from his hand and rolled over the ground; the vampire rat on him quickly pounced off him, grabbed Rachel tightly in its fore limbs and ran fast into the forest on its back limbs.

“Bob help me!” Rachel screamed.

Bob tried to shot at it but he missed. And it was gone.

Meanwhile, Anna had also lost her gun when she fell down on the ground. The other vampire rat was on top of her holding her hands tightly to the ground; as it reached for her neck with its long and very sharp canines, Bob quickly and rapidly put almost a whole magazine of bullets in it as he stood up from the ground. It fell away from her, bounced onto a tree stem and it smashed up into green ashes that disappeared off in thin air.

Anna got up and was all over the place acting like a mad woman.

“Where is my daughter,” she screamed. She ran in all directions, forth and back, but not going anywhere. Bob was standing back looking at her calmly.

She thereafter, came before Bob, pounded on his chest in protest while crying.

“Where is my daughter, where is my daughter,” she whined. Bob didn’t move even an inch.

She stopped pounding on his chest, stood away from him and continued crying.


Before anything else, eight gigantic rats of the same nature surrounded them. Anna saw them. She was shocked and taken by surprise.

“Oh my God,” she screamed.

She quickly ran back to Bob and jumped up onto him; her hands wrapped around his head and legs around his waist.

“Stay right there ma’am and hold on tight,” said Bob. He pulled out his second gun.

“Yes sir,” said Anna, nodding her head in agreement.

Bob started shooting at the rats while moving round to aim at all, but managed to instantly kill off only three, which too turned into green ashes and disappeared off in thin air.

The remaining five, roaring like wolves, with two having bleeding bullet wounds: one on its thigh and the other on its trunk area all pounced towards him. He jumped up in the air to their level.

“Ah…” screamed Ann.

He shot another two in their heads and they too died in the same way as those before them; he kicked the next two in their guts and they fell back, on their backs, to the ground. The third one barely got to him; he was already, back on the ground; so it crashed into a tree branch that broke and pieced through it. It too died in the same format as the others.

The remaining two quickly gathered themselves and stood firm on the ground, puffing smoke out of their roaring mouths. Bob stood before them with his hands stretched out and ready to finish them off. But when they charged towards him at a tremendous speed, he jumped so high up in the air.


“Ah…” screamed Anna. She still held tight around him.

Bob stood firmly on a strong branch up on a tree. The vampire-rats had missed him.

“How do you do that?” Anna asked. Bob didn’t answer. The vampire turned into vampire human beings.
“Oh my God,” wondered Anna, “Did you know that was coming Bob.” “I know them well,” said Bob.
The vampire jumped high too, to get to him, but he in other words
jumped back to the ground and shot both of them on his way down. They died, turned into green ashes and disappeared off in thin air too.

Down on the ground, Anna still held around Bob.

“It’s all over now ma’am,” said Bob, “You can step down.” Ann got down off Bob. Bob put back his guns.
“What about my daughter Bob?” Anna said.

“I’ll get you your daughter back,” said Bob, “I know well who has her.” Bob walked away from her and she followed him.
“Who has my daughter this time around Bob?” Anna inquired, “I don’t
think it is Willow this time Bob, it’s those damn vampire rats.”
Bob didn’t answer; he just walked on into the forest and she followed. Still, later that night, Bob made a fire to keep away wild animals from
them and to also keep them warm. They both slept next to the fire. She lay sideways on the ground, on leaves, facing away from the fire, and


Bob slept while seated on the ground, legs apart and leaned against a tree.

Anna could not sleep. She woke up, looked at the fire, sat up and looked back at Bob. He was asleep. She stealthily walked towards him, knelt in between his legs, bent over slowly by slowly and started kissing his lips.

Bob woke up, stood up and left her knelt on the ground. He was not amused.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he barked. She was offended. She stood up too.
“It’s not like I could bite like those damn vampires,” yelled Anna, “I am a
real woman.”

There was passion in her eyes.

“You’re a crazy woman,” said Bob, “Yes, that’s what you’re.” Bob walked away into the forest in protest.
“Yeah, I am crazy,” screamed Anna, “And you’re just afraid of love.” She began crying.
“What is wrong with me?” she mumbled.

The next morning while they walked quietly through the forest and he led the way, she apologized.

“Bob I am sorry for last night,” she said, “I don’t know what had got into me.”

Bob stopped and looked at her. “Apology accepted,” he said.


She was happy. She right away hugged him and he was smiling. “Bob, you’re the best, best friend I’ve ever had,” she said.
“And so are you to me,” he said.

“That’s great, I didn’t know that.” she hugged him again. “Now you know,” he replied.
They walked on the rest of their journey up to the road conversing
joyously. They hitchhiked on the road but there were no cars coming along.

“Don’t you think another night is going to catch us here?” said Anna. “I don’t think so, here comes our savior,” said Bob.
“It works more for girls than boys,” said Anna. She thumbed the car and
it stopped. She then smiled at Bob; he smiled back. “I told ya,” she said. It was a red double cabin pickup truck.
“Where’re you folks headed?” asked the happy long bearded old driver. “Pitch town sir,” said Bob.
“Jump right in, that’s where I am headed too,” said the old driver. “I’ll take the back,” said Bob.
“All right then,” said Anna.