He slammed the Porsche’s brakes when he saw the animals standing in the road. A tall, robed figure stood in the center of the half-dozen creatures, unbothered by nearly being run over.

Who the hell keeps goats around here? The driver thought, irritated by the delay. He was already late.

He leaned on the horn, spooking the animals and getting the figure’s attention. They turned and regarded him with glowing red eyes. As one, so did their herd. A creeping, nameless horror spread over him and…

When the abandoned car was found the shepherd and his seven goats were gone.

Today’s prompt was taken from October #CreativeFest, a month-long challenge. Please share, comment, and try it out yourself!

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