I'd heard some stories... |
There weren't a day quite like it ever since I can recall. The sun was beatin' brightly and there weren't a cloud at all. Bein' fixed upon the notion that I'd bring me back a 'coon, I called my dogs around me now I reckon it was Noon. The hounds all hopped aboard my truck and barked and whined to go. I prayed a little, checked my gun and left, the dogs in tow. Now I done heard some stories 'bout the holler where I went but I never heard no facts about them "woods the Devil sent." I just couldn't help but figure if the people's all so scared there's bound to be a healthy lot of 'coons a livin' there. The road began to linger so I thought I better stop and work my own way through the trees down from the mountain top. At first the woods was normal weren't nuthin' seemed too strange, twas further down the mountainside that things begun to change. The sounds you'd hear a forest make they all but disappeared. The birds, the breeze and all the trees was hushed like they was scared. The sun, it damn near left us, too the woods went sudden dark the summer's heat turned awful cool and the dogs began to bark. At what, I ain't a notion weren't nuthin' there to see and suddenly I felt a wave of fear wash over me. Like Satan come upon us there to catch us all alone The feeling of his presence went and chilled me to the bone. I'd forgotten what my Daddy said 'bout what it takes to be a man and damn near left my skin behind as fast as I done ran! Now, I had heard some stories 'bout the holler where I went but I ain't never goin' back to them woods the devil sent! ***Contest entry: Prompt: Horror Poem, Line Count: 56, Word Count: 313 |