Anteprime da Danze Eretiche: Tested di Lisa Morton

Continuiamo a scoprire i contenuti della nuova raccolta di racconti 'DANZE ERETICHE - HORROR EXPERIENCE' in uscita a Dicembre 2015, in formato eBook.
Una delle opere che saranno pubblicate in questa raccolta, tradotta in Italiano per la prima volta, è il racconto 'TESTED' (2006) di Lisa Morton, opera vincitrice del Bram Stoker Awards 2006. Lisa Morton, scrittrice, saggista e sceneggiatrice, chiamata 'La Regina di Halloween', è Presidente della Horror Writers Association, e durante la sua carriera ha vinto per ben 6 volte il Bram Stoker Awards, oltre a diversi altri prestigiosi premi e nominations.
L'incipit del racconto, in lingua originale:

(da 'Tested'  di Lisa Morton).

As Ben fought the wheel of the spinning Lexus, his chest pinned beneath the inflated airbag, his wife screaming from the passenger seat, everything was slowed down and magnified. He could see every tree picked out in the gliding headlights, he was deafened by the shriek of the tires on the rough asphalt, he felt a sharp snap as an axle was sheared beneath him, and one thought kept repeating in his head: Please God don’t let me be crushed please God don’t let there be blood please –
And then the car was still and it was over.
In that first second, as the flow of time returned to its normal speed, Ben looked down at himself. The airbag had already deflated and he was covered with a residue of white dust, his neck hurt and he couldn’t seem to stop shaking, but he was whole. He started to call out, “Angie,” then turned his head (a small eruption of pain) to look at his wife.
There was blood on her head from where a pine branch had smashed through the windshield, and her eyes weren’t open.
“Angie! Angela! Honey -!”
 She didn’t answer. She didn’t even move.
 Ben tried to reach for her and got tangled in his harness. He was struggling to release it when the sound came: An agonized bellow, a moan too deep and savage for any animal he knew.
He froze until the sound finished, then looked around frantically. The car had come to rest in a ditch by the side of the road, just below the shoulder. They were at a slight angle, tilted towards the car’s right side, and he could only see part of the roadway and the relentless rain forest. The sound had come from his left, behind the car. Whatever had made that noise was just a short distance behind them. (...)