S.M. Pike

Here is the beginning to an older story. It's been submitted to a few horror publishers and has made a few short lists. tw: animal death Red Underneath by S. M. PIKE So many gleaming red eyes. All from within the shadow of the dark Louisiana tree line. Eyes both high and low, as if they belonged to all the little critters that lived in the trees and in the dirt. A dense nighttime wilderness that steadily swayed in pleasant chaos. Mikey stood motionless on the gravel looking into the darkness at these strange silent watchers. Behind him was the high grass of his yard that led back to his Aunt Mertha’s and Uncle Tim’s 1974 one and a half bed trailer. Carried in the breeze was the faint but very persistent, very pointed curses of Aunt Mertha from within the trailer, carrying on about something Tim had left out in the living room. Mikey didn’t want to go back inside where his aunt (or rather, Uncle Tim’s wife) was likely already drunk. He’d rather have stayed out here amongst these o...