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the thing in the night (standard:horror, 697 words) | |||
Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer | Added: Apr 01 2007 | Views/Reads: 3548/2 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Backwood story | |||
It come in the night The backwood of Kentucky during the 70s, when flint was just a young man living on a small Kentucky things was just a little more relaxed back then , Flint had earned his driving privileges . And was eighteen at the time, his father raided tobacco and like all Kentucky farmers there was a lot of chores to be done on the small twenty six acres farm. But on the weekend Flint would usually go to the near by town to take in a movie at the driving in theater the hollow that Flint home was in had just gravel on the rural road , and after turning leaf from the main paved road it was about two miles down the narrow twisting road to the farm flint lived on, it was mid July when Flint drove in town to watch a movie with his girl friend Sara, they watch the movie on this bright warm summer night and things was normal and it got late and Flint decided to take Sara home and be on his way home ,because the next day him and his father would be cutting tobacco and it being on Friday night and all and plenty of chores the next day , that he needed some rest, it was a good night to be alive the smell of the fresh summer night and the moon was shining brightly , the 1961 chevy convertible flint had was a beautiful car, Flint had earned this car by hard work in helping other farmers in their fields when his father crops was in and he was free to earn money helping others. Flint drove the twenty miles from town enjoying having the top down and getting the night fresh air..he turned left off the main highway and hit the two mile stretch that lead him toward home he was about a mile down the narrow road driving slow as usually , just poking along , then it happen something was coming from his right threw the hay field he caught the thing with out of the corner of his eye and then it get closer and suddenly it was right on him , he watch in disbelief , as the black spiral object rolled off the yellow clay bank that joined the grave road, what am I seeing he is asking himself , the object was perfectly round and had sharp like spirals , it glowed like shiney fresh mined coal, it stopped directly in the middle of the gravel road and the lights of the car made it more shindy, flint stopped the car locking the brake and hearing the sound of the lose gravel flying in resistence of his braking , what am I seeing , he gasps what in heaven name is directly in front of his car shining brightly in the summer night, then suddenly as he gazed at the strange round object, something strange happen , suddenly it open itself up it splits in the middle and now inside the split was rows of sharp like teeth as sharp looking on the end of the teeth like a ice pick, the mysterious things was taunting him in resistence. It was to Flint a warring from it , then after its warring it closed its self back up into the round spiral again and being rolling just like a basket ball thrown by someone, Flint watch as the object made it way on across the road and inter the hay field on the other side of the road and Flint watch in pure amazement at the strangest creature he has ever seen or will see again, this is a true story this happen to me one night as I was going home from a late night movie, and to this day I have never come to know or understand what I seen on that beautiful warm summer night deep in the hollow where I was born and raised up , it's the true earnestly ..note I was not drinking or using drugs , I did see this and I guess only me will believe it .. Tweet
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