You know those places outside of town. The places that people tell you not to go to, because it's cursed or haunted or something like that. But yet you do anyway. All because you let your curiosity get the best of you. Well, in my little town, we have such a place and it comes with quite a story.
Let me start in the spring of 1986. A wedding is about to take place, on a nice, beautiful spring night under a full moon. The air feels cool, yet warm at the same time. There are torches lit for just enough light to see. Down a little walk way, a woman dressed in white walks down, with a bouquet in hand. She is approaching a small shelter and a man standing under it, was wearing a black and white tux with a black bow tie. Under that shelter also stands a Preist looking happy for the two. The woman finally approaches the shelter, looking up into the eyes of the man she is about to spend the rest of her life with. The two looked at each other, feeling so happy to finally be together, forever. The Preist starts "We are gathered here today, to witness the bond between Faith Strike and Hope Dagger." He opened his book and looks at Hope, "Do you Hope Dagger, take Faith Stike to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" Hope looked up with a smile and said "I do". The Preist looks at Faith and says "Do you Faith Strike plan to do the same till death do you part?" Faith looked down at his bride with a smile and said "I do". The Preist started again "Then without further a do, I now pronounce you husband wife, you may now kiss the bride." Hope jumped with joy, wrapping her arms around her husband and giving him a big smack on the lips. It was the most amazing feeling the two had ever felt. It was like they were in heaven the moment they kissed. After the kiss the Preist made his way back to the church. Hope wanted to thank him for the ceremony and everything he did for them; but the Preist had opened the door and shut it behind him. Hope opened the door five seconds after he shut it. Nothing. There was no one around, no one in sight! The place was completely empty, except for a peice of paper on the floor, just about three feet from where she was standing. She walked over and picked it up: it read "Beware of the Hatred". Hope was unsure of what to think, though the message did give her a slight tug on her heart. So she crumbled up the note and threw it away in a near by trash can. About two minutes later, Faith came walking in. He looked into his wife's eyes; she looked like she had seen a ghost or something, even her skin was slightly pale. He put his hands on her arms and asked "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." She just simply replied "It's okay. Everything's alright, I'm fine." Faith said "Well, okay, if you say so." He took his wife's hand, and the newly married couple walked out and enjoyed the rest of their evening.
Now I know what your thinking. What does any of this have to do with the title? Well, relax my friend, we're getting around to that.
About a month had past since they got married. Hope and Faith were already talking about starting a family together. The two would have their agreements and disagreements on whether they wanted a child or not. Well, after a while of agreeing and disagreeing, the two finally made a decision. Hope took Faith's hand and said "Lets go start a family". She and Faith went into their bedroom, shut the door behind them, and turned off the lights. Now I'm not gonna go into that detail, you're free to imagine that however you wish.
About a week had past since that night. One morning, Hope got up to fix breakfast while her husband stayed in bed asleep. When she had got to the kichen, she was about to turn on the stove when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. It looked like a small child, about seven years old. But only one thing. It was nothing but a black figure with small red dots for eyes and long fingures that seemed more like claws. When she wen t to look at the thing straight on, it wasn't there. She just dismissed it as she was seeing things, and started cooking breakfast. The rest of day went on normally. Faith went to work as a building instructer and Hope went to her job at the bank. When the day was done, Faith and Hope made their way back home. They both just sat down on the couch and watched some TV together. Hope cuddled up to Faith and said "Faith, honey" Faith replied "yes, dear, what is it?" She smiled and said "I went to the doctor today and would you like to now what he said?" Faith replied with wide eyes "Sure, what's the news?" Hope wrapped her arms around him and, then laid her head on his shoulder "It's a boy". Faith smiled and said "Wow, thats great!" He gave her a hug and a kiss, and Hope smiled and nodded in agreement.
About eight months had past. Hope's belly was now a beach ball. She was starting to get a little excited to finally have her first child. But then, she wasn't one hundred percent sure of herself. Ya see, within the eight months of her pregnancy, she had started to see that thing out of the corner of her eye, more and more as her baby grew. It even looked like it was getting closer and closer, with every slight spotting. But she just continued to dimiss it as her seeing things. The ninth month had finally past. Hope was starting to feel pain in her core. "Faith, honey!" Faith rushed to Hope "What is it, dear, are you alright?" Hope replied "It's time" Faith's jaw dropped "Well, then, we need to get you to the hospital." Hope said jokingly "You don't have to tell me twice". Faith helped Hope into the passenger seat of the car; he got into the driver side, turned on the emergency flashers, and drove off as quick as he could. The nearest hospital was about thirty minutes away, but at the speed they were going, they arrived at the hospital within twenty minutes. Faith got Hope through the front doors and to the front desk. A nurse at the desk said "Welcome and how can I help you?" Faith exclaimed " My wife, she's having her baby now!" The nurse said " Okay, I'll have someone with you in just a second". The nurse picked up the phone, dialed a number, and asked some doctors to come to the front. After about two minutes, three doctors arrived with a wheelchair. "Sit here" one of the doctors said. Hope sat down in the wheelchair, and the doctore immediately got her to a room so she could deliver her baby.
Now I won't go into the birth detail, cause I'm pretty sure most of everybody knows how babies come to be. Well, everybody who's old enough to understand anyway.
Minutes past as Faith was outside Hope's room, waiting for his child to be born. About fifteen minutes had past, one of the doctors finally stepped out and said "Congratulations sir, your wife had a healthy baby boy." A smile creeped upon Faith's face as he said with excitement "W-wow, really? Can I see them now?" The doctor nodded "yes you may." Faith slowly walked in, and saw his wife holding their little bundel of joy. "Hey, come in" Hope said exhausted. Faith walked over to see his brand new son. "Wow, look at you our little...uhhh..." Faith and Hope looked at each other "Hmm, what should we name him?" Hope asked. Faith was thinking through all sorts of names, but he didn't want to just give him the first name that popped into his head. No, he wanted to give him a name that best fitted him. He looked at his son again and noticed that he looked kinda sad. It even made Faith feel a little sad himself. "Sorrow" Faith whispered. "what was that?" Hope asked. "Sorrow, that will be his name" Faith said. Hope didn't want to argue over names so she went with it. "Our little Sorrow then" Hope said with a faint smile. Faith filled with so much excitement, just couldn't wait to get his little Sorrow home.
A week later, Faith and Hope could finally take Sorrow home. Faith had already went and bought some baby stuff. He even had a car seat ready for him. Hope came walking out of the hospital with Sorrow in her arms. "Do you have a car seat ready for him?" Hope asked. "Yeah, right here behind the passenger seat" Faith explained. Hope smirked and went to buckle Sorrow in; but when she did, she noticed that thing out of the corner of her eye again. This time, it looked like it was right beside her. Hope had chill run down her spin. She was almost too afraid to try and look at it this time, but she had to be sure that she was just seeing things. She quickly turned to see what it was. Nothing. Nothing was there. So she just brushed it off and said to herself "Man, I wish my eyes would quit playing tricks on me." With that in mind, she climbed into the front passenger seat, and Faith drove them home.
When they finally arrived, Faith and Hope were so excited to finally bring Sorrow into his new home. "Welcome home, Sorrow" Faith said with excitement. "Yep, this is your new home, sweetie" Hope said with just as much excitement. Sorrow just laid in his carrier sleeping, without a care in the world. Faith looked at Hope and said "Hey honey, come here, I have something I wanna show ya". He took Hope's hand and took her to the once empty room down the hallway just twenty five feet from their bedroom. The room wasn't empty anymore. It was Sorrow's room, with a crib, toys, and all sorts of baby stuff. Hope got wide eyes and said "Wow, did you do all of this by yourself?" Faith smiled and said "Yep, I was working on this while you were in the hospital". Hope felt so happy that her husband went through all of this just to make her happy. Faith felt glad he could do that for her. Hope laid Sorrow down in his crib, and left him to be. When they went to leave the room, Hope turned around to take one last look at Sorrow. She lightly smiled and whispered "Welcome home"
Years past, about five to be exact. Things went normal for everybody; Sorrow was growing and learning like any other child. But Sorrow was a little differant from other kids. From the day he was born to today, Sorrow had never smiled, laughed, or even grinned. Here he is five years old now and has never been happy. His parents had taken him to the park, to toy stores, playgrounds, everything that would make an average kid happy but Sorrow was a well behaved boy. He was very mindful of his parents and did everything he was asked of. Sorrow was like the little child that every parent would dream of having.
One afternoon, Hope had to run some errands, and with Faith at work, she had to take Sorrow with her. She went to stores, picked things up that she needed and returned things she didn't. When she was finally done, she wanted to take Sorrow some where he could run around and get some energy out of him. She tried taking him to the park, but it was closed due to reconstruction of the playground. She was just about to go home when she noticed a road. It was a road that went outside of town. Curious enough, she decided to take the road to see where it lead. I was about a ten minutes drive when she got to the end of it. It lead to a place that she had never seen before. She saw the sign that discribed the name of the place. The sign read "Dead Tree Hill". This was a very unusual place. The hill itself looked similar to the twisted hill in the Tim Burton movie "The Nightmare Before Christmas", and just like the name of the place, it had a dead tree at the top of it. The tree's limbs had no leaves and the branches were all lumpy looking. Over the edge of the hill were a bunch of sharp jagged looking rocks. Hope wasn't sure if this place would be safe for Sorrow. But when she when she looked back at him, he looked like he was just barely smirking. Hope wondered if getting him out would get him to finally smile. So she got out of the car, and walked over to the back door behind the front passenger seat. She unbukled Sorrow, got him out of his car seat, and held his hand as they approched the strange looking hill. They started walking up to the tree, and when they reached the top Hope sat down under the tree to catch her breath. "Man, just walking up here takes the breath outta ya" she said panting. She looked at Sorrow and saw something that she thought she would never see him do. For the very first time in five years, Sorrow finally smiled. He started running around laughing, giggling, and just being happy. Hope started to cry ears of joy. She thought she would never see him like this.
When it started to get dark, Hope picked Sorrow up, went to the car, and drove back home. Sorrow was exhausted from all the running around and playing. The moment Hope got home, it was about 9:30 pm. Sorrow was asleep, so she unbuckled him out of his car seat and took him to bed. When she was done tucking him in, Faith came running. "Oh there you are" Faith said relieved "Where have you guys been?" Hope looked at him, rested her face in his chest and started to cry a little. "Whats wrong?" Faith asked. "He...he finally smiled" Hope said with joy. "Sorrow?" Faith asked. "Yes, Sorrow was finally happy. He was smiling, laughing, giggling, playing, all of that." Faith smiled and said "Wow, thats great. What did you do to make him so happy?" Hope wasn't sure of how he would react to the place that she had taken Sorrow, but she just went ahead and told him anyway. She explained to him that there was this place outside of town called Dead Tree Hill. She even discribed how weird the hill looked and that it had a dead tree at the top of it. Faith started to fell a little worried to if this place was safe for Sorrow but if it made him happy then so be it.
About two weeks had past. Everthing went normal. Hope kept taking Sorrow to Dead Tree Hill and everything seemed perfect. All but one little thing, Hope noticed Sorrow talking to somebody but no one was there. She just saw it as Sorrow talking to his imaginary friend. However, she one time over heard him talking about how he would like to have a place named after him to this friend of his. She felt a little confused considering the fact that she had never told him about places named after people. While Sorrow was talking to his unseen friend, She went to Faith and asked "Faith, have you ever mentioned to Sorrow about places named after people?" Faith, now confused as well, replied "No, why?" Hope got wide eyes and said "Sorrow is in his room talking to his imaginary friend about how he would like to have a place named after him someday." Faith started to get a little worried and said "Lets go talk to him and see where he got that from." Faith and Hope walked into Sorrow's bedroom, he was still having conversations with his unseen friend. "Sorrow honey, who are you talking to?" Hope asked. Sorrow replied " To my friend Mike." Faith looked at him and said "Sorrow, where did you find out about places named after people?" "Mike told me" Sorrow answered "He even told me that places only get named after that person once they die". Faith and Hope got wide eyes and chills ran down their spines. Hope bent down, put her hands on Sorrow's arms and asked shaking "Sorrow, honey what does Mike look like?" She now wishes she didn't ask that. The moment Sorrow Discribed his friend Mike, she fell to her knees; her heart sank into her chest, and tears started dripping from her eyes. Sorrow discribed Mike as a seven year old boy, who was black all over, he had little red dots for eyes and he had long fingers that seemed more like claws. Hope, crying and holding Sorrow in her arms said "Sorrow, you need to forget all about Mike. Do you hear me? You need to forget about Mike and don't ever talk to him again. Do you understand?" Sorrow with a disappointed look on his face nodded yes, to show that he understood.
A year and six months had past. Sorrow was seven years old now, getting out of school for summer break, and things were normal for everybody. Sorrow was no longer talking to Mike, and Faith and Hope felt like they could live in peace, knowing that Mike was no longer around. One afternoon Hope decided to take Sorrow over to Dead Tree Hill where he could play while she read a book. They got in the car and started heading towards Dead Tree Hill. On the way there, Hope was listening to the radio while Sorrow was just looking out the window, seeing cows, horses, and bustterflies flying around. While on the road, Hope looked in the rear veiw mirror to check on Sorrow every now and then. When She went to look again, she wished she hadn't. After she looked in the mirror again she saw that thing itting right beside Sorrow so she quickly turned her head to see what was back there. Nothing. Nothing was there, just Sorrow sitting there staring out the window. She just continued to brush it off as her seeing things like always. When they arrived, Sorrow was so excited to get out and play. Hope went over, unbuckled him, and let him roam free while she sat under the tree to read a book. The day was going good, Sorrow was chasing butterflies and Hope was almost finished with her book. If only she had finished it sooner, she could've saved Sorrow from his terrible fate. Upon chasing butterflies, Sorrow spotted one that was very unusal looking. It's wings were black with two black and red circles on it's top wings that looked like eyes, and on the two bottom wings there was a white curve that looked like a smile. It was as though the butterfly itself was giving Sorrow an evil look. But Sorrow wanted to catch it. A bad idea right there. Sorrow chased the butterfly up the hill and past his mother, who was just a paragraph away from finishing her book. The butterfly flew to the edge of the hill and Sorrow followed. The butterfly was flying five feet from the edge, and as careless as Sorrow was, he tried reaching for it. Hope had just finished her book, and when she looked at Sorrow she immediately screamed "SORROW!" She got up as quick as she could and ran as fast as she could; it was too late. Sorrow had lost his balance at the edge and was falling a twelve foot drop. His mother was sliding on her belly through the grass trying to save her son. Again, she was too late. Sorrow fell twelve feet into sharp jagged rocks where he was getting scratched and cut up. Until one of the more longer, pointier rocks stabbed right through his spine, though his heart, and out his rib cage. Hope, taking deep gasps, covered her mouth, ran down and around the hill to get to Sorrow. "Sorrow, baby are you okay?" Hope asked crying and shaking. Sorrow didn't say anything. He just had a blank expression on his face with his mouth and eyes wide open and blood covering him.
Hope picked Sorrow up, ran him to the car, and drove off as quick as she could to the hospital. She arrived at the hospital within fifteen minutes. "Help, please, somebody help my son!" Hope said screaming into the hospital. "What happened?" a nurse asked. " Please, my son is hurt, you have to help him" Hope said crying. The nurse took a deep heavy gasp as she looked at Sorrow "We need to get him to the emergancy room now" the nurse said. She quickly dialed a number and said that it was a major emergency. Five doctors came running with a bed on wheels, they took Sorrow from Hope's arms and rushed him to the emergency room. The nursed asked what happened, but Hope didn't know what say. She just couldn't believe that this was happening. In the emergency room, doctors were trying effortlessly to save save Sorrow's life. They tried shocking him, giving him new blood; but nothing worked. Sorrow was dead. One of the doctors walked out with his head down over to Hope. He shoock his head and said "I'm sorry, but there was nothing we could do. We tried everything we could to save him, but nothing worked. I'm afraid Sorrow is no longer with us." Hope fell to her knees crying, covering her face with her hands. Faith had just heard about the incident while he was at work and had just made it to the hospital . Only to see his wife on the floor crying. Faith went over to comfort his wife; she just hugged him and continued to cry into his shoulder. Faith looked up at the doctor and nurse and asked "Wheres Sorrow? Is he okay, is my son alright?" The doctor and nurse just shook their heads and the doctor said "I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid your son is no longer with us." Faith started to tear up, he got up and ran to the emergency room. Doctors and nurses tried stopping him, but he just tore lose from their grips until he finally reach the room where Sorrow was. His heart just felt like it died the moment he laid eyes on Sorrow's boby. Sorrow had a huge gapping hole in his chest and his body was nearly completly covered in blood. Doctors finally cought up to him and took him back to the front. The doctor looked at them and said that they should go haome, get themselves together, and plan a day for the funeral, while they cleaned things up. Faith and Hope went back home and tried to get themselves together, but it was hard. Hope was crying and sobbing in their bed while Faith was crying and sobbing on the couch in the living room.
By the time Hope was done sobbing, she walked into Sorrow's bedroom, and saw a peice of paper on the floor in the middle of the room. She slowly walked over and picked it up, then unfolded it. Her heart sank deep in her chest when she read it: the note read " Hello Hope, remember me? Of course you don't. How about I give you a little mind refreasher of who I was. Do you remember back when you were seven years old? You had an imaginary boyfriend named Mike, because no boy at school would even take to you, they wouldn't even look at you. Yeah, you rememeber now, don't you? I can see it on your face. By the way, I guess I should let you in on a little something. I was never imaginary, I was real Hope. Didn't it ever occur to you of why, you could see me so well. I was a spirit and I have been with you ever since you befriended me. And I loved spending time and talking with you. But then you met Faith and completely forgot all about me, and even when I tried to show you I was there, you just brushed me off as a trick from your eyes. Well I assure you now, you weren't seeing things. I have been there watching your every move, following you where ever you went. But all that did was get me to start hating you, and the more you stayed with Faith, it just made me hate you more and more and more. Then you guys got married, and man was I furious when that happened. Oh and another thing; the Preist that wedded you two, wasn't even alive. Yeah, thats right, you were wedded by a ghost. Which really means you two aren't even leagally married. Then you two had Sorrow, and I was gonna try to be friends with him. I was gonna tell him and teach him things that you guys clearly weren't gonna teach him. But then, you tried to take him away from me. That was a huge mistake. I hated you more than ever now. I was about to be forgotten again and by the same blood too. So I decided, if I couldn't have Sorrow then neither could you. That's right, I killed Sorrow, I was the butterfly he tried to catch and I see that my work is done. But don't think it's over Hope, I will continue to watch and follow you where ever you go. Infact, I'm looking right you, right now, and don't say you're seeing things, Hope, cause you're not. What you're seeing is real. Signed The Hatred" Hope slowly brought her head up, and standing right there in front of her face to face, was the black figure that she kept seeing out of the corner of her eye. It was right in front of her this time. The thing or spirit I guess I should say, tilted it's head as if it was giving her a wicked looking grin, then just disappeared. Then Hope realized that she was going to be haunted by that thing for the rest of her life, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.
Two days past; today was the day of Sorrow's funeral. However, Sorrow's parents decided to do a little something special for Sorrow. Instead of burying him in some old cemetary, they decided to bury him at the place where he was first happy. They decided to bury him under the tree at Dead Tree Hill. Of course the place wasn't called Dead Tree Hill anymore, no, it went by a differant name now. Which we will get to in just a moment. A hole was dug, right under the dead tree. Six feet deep it went. Being lowered into it, was a small coffin, containing the once little bundel of joy Faith and Hope once had. The moment it hit the bottom of the hole, two guys with shovels started throwing dirt and soil into the hole. It took about ten minutes to fill the hole up. Once they were done, the guys left. Faith pulled out his pocket knife and carved into the tree right above Sorrow's grave. He carved " In loving memory of our dearly beloved Sorrow, Febuary 15, 1987 to July 12, 1994." With that done, Faith and Hope walked back to the car, then stopped when they looked at the sign of the place. There was a word scratched over the two words "Dead Tree". The place wasn't called Dead Tree Hill anymore. Hope looked back at the top of the hill and saw Sorrow standing there looking at them. Her jaw dropped, Faith went to look too, even he could see Sorrow standing at the top of the hill. With wide eyes, they both just stood there, staring at the thing that looked like their son. Sorrow looked at his parents, smiled, and mouthed two words. It look like he said "Thank you" and disappeared. Faith and Hope looked back at the sign and understood it now. Sorrow, finally had a place named after him. Wanna know the name? The place was now called "Sorrow Hill".
Welp, there ya have it. Sorrow Hill and it's creepy pasta back story, hope ya guys enjoy. ^-^
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Odessa and Odysseus Wosso were big news around the town of Rugby when it became known Odessa was pregnant with triplets. Odysseus, who everybody called Odie, had owned and operated the town’s biggest and most successful apple orchard. He bragged about his progeny with excitement down at the feed store for weeks until Odessa finally gave birth. When Otis, Olin, and Ottiger were born, they appeared to be normal, healthy boys. They were delivered by the small town’s only doctor, Dr. Billings. As the boys grew older, they began displaying remarkable traits. Olin would be in his crib one second and be gone the next. The boy would always reappear in his crib after Odessa tore the house up looking for him. This disappearing act remained an alarming mystery until one day while Odessa had finished changing his diaper, she witnessed the boy suddenly shrinking at an incredible rate, to the point she could no longer see him in the crib. She stared in amazement at the now empty diaper, and then saw something pea sized, then egg sized, then, Olin sized. The baby was back, happily cooing and kicking the air while Odessa stared at him in disbelief. This strange talent horrified Odessa and she kept it from Odie. Ottiger’s afflictions, however, could not be kept secret. Ottiger’s eye’s started turning milky white, swallowing the iris and pupil like cataracts, then the white turned into pink, and finally, to a bright scarlet red. His skin turned brown, like an apple seed, and his baby hair fell out, with no new hair replacing it. He started breaking out of his crib at night, waking Odessa and Odie. Odessa would go into the nursery where she would find him trying to open the window. She would pick him up and put him back in his crib, watching him until he went back to sleep. One night while Odessa sat in her rocker waiting for Ottiger to fall into a submissive slumber, Otis woke up and crawled over to the side of the crib. He grabbed the bars and stared at his mother, then spoke. “Bad,” Otis said softly, over and over again. Odessa picked him up and rocked him in the rocking chair until Otis went to sleep. As she rocked with a sleeping Otis, Ottiger sat crossed legged in his crib, glaring at Odessa and Otis as if they were food. Both the posture and the awareness the child displayed were disturbing and unnatural for a child of his age. Maybe Otis is right, she thought with unease, Ottiger was bad. Odessa knew her boys were not normal. Otis was showing intelligence beyond his years, Olin was shrinking, inexplicably and arbitrarily; and Ottiger, well, Ottiger seemed to be turning into a monster. One night after Odessa put Ottiger back in his crib and observed him falling into a deep sleep, she left the nursery satisfied there would be no more escape attempts. She went back to her bed and sleep found her, only to be awoke by a frantic Odie stomping through the house. She opened the bedroom door and saw her husband leaving the nursery. “Ottiger made it outside, I just put him back.” He said closing the door. “C’mon, I’ll show you.” He brought her to the kitchen to show her tiny, muddy footprints all over the floor, originating from the kitchen door. “ I was woked up by the door when the little bastard slammed it when he was comin’ back in. I found him trying to open up the door to the nursery – he had a damn dead rat in his hands. Don’t know if he planned on eatin’ it or playing with it. I took it away and tossed it outside.” Odie said. Giving his wife a dumbstruck look he asked, “How do you suppose he manages to open those door knobs when they are up so high?” Odessa had no answer for him. The next day he went to work fortifying Ottiger’s crib. Odie took a big, flat piece of wood, and covered the top of Ottiger’s crib. He sawed a square out and made a door for Odessa to get him in and out to tend to him. The door had a sliding bolt lock and there were several holes around the perimeter of the wood so Odie could lash down the top with pieces of thick gauge wire. Ottiger was sitting like a brown Buddha, his red eyes looking placidly as the new ceiling was installed over his head. Odie was getting spooked by his son’s odd behavior, and felt a bit guilty for caging him like an animal. As he was tying down the last of the wire, Ottiger sprang up with the speed of a rabbit and bit his father on the hand, drawing blood. Odie was shocked by the speed of the attack, and that his six-month-old child had teeth, capable of breaking skin. Ottiger sat back down in his mellow criss cross pose and smiled, giving his dad a better view of his teeth, teeth that shouldn’t be on a baby or any human for that matter. They were all canines, all meat stabbing daggers looking sharp, bright white, and new. Odie went to the kitchen and tended to his wound. When Odessa asked what had happened he told her he cut his hand on a barb of the sliced wire. He informed her that he would be the only one to tend to Ottiger from now on, and that absolutely, under no circumstance, was she to breastfeed him anymore. Odie did not need to advise her against such practices, she had been feeding the child from a bottle as soon as the transformation started. When Odie finished bandaging his hand, he had Odessa help him move Otis and Olin from the nursery to their bedroom. Later that night, they were awakened by a commotion in the barn. Otis woke up, and cried for his mom to hold him. Olin remained asleep. She picked up Otis and rocked him as Odie picked up his shotgun and went out to the barn. Odie found all the animals restless and moving about their stables. One of his milk cows mooed loudly in the corner and as he crept further in, he heard the chickens’ clucks amongst the rustling of their feathers with the occasional pumping of wings. Something was chasing them. Odie ran over to the coop, which was in the far corner across from the cows’ stalls, to see two glowing red eyes. Odie aimed and fired. A huge plume of feathers erupted, and Odie let out a curse as he realized he managed to hit one of his chickens. The figure with the red eyes leapt up towards the open window. Odie pulled the trigger for the other barrel, hitting the target solidly. It slammed into the windows ledge before falling to the ground, the chickens gathering on the opposite side of the coop. Odie walked to the body and was horrified to see Ottiger, his left arm had been blown off at the shoulder.
Odessa set Otis back down in his crib when she heard Odie come out of the barn. The baby was now calm and mostly asleep. Odessa walked to the kitchen as Odie noisily came up the back steps and into the kitchen. She found him laying out a bloody Ottiger on top of the kitchen table. She ran to the linen closet and gathered some sheets, came back to the table, and began wrapping up the wound. Odie made his way to the nursery. He soon came back with his report. “He chewed through the damn bars, got inside the barn. Was tryin’ to eat the damn chickens. Like an animal, a damn animal.” Odie said. Odessa finished tying the makeshift bandage and protested, “How could he chew through wood or eat a chi–” Before Odessa could finish, Odie put a finger on Ottiger’s lips and parted them, revealing the hideous, inhuman teeth. “That’s why I didn’t want you tending to him.” Odie raised his bandaged hand and continued, “I didn’t cut myself, he bit me Odessa, He’s as wild as a wolf.” Ottiger appeared to be sleeping or passed out on the table, a crimson bloodstain spreading across the sheet from the origin of the wound. “We have to get Dr. Billings to work on him or he’ll die.” Odie said. “But he hasn’t seen Ottiger since the birth, what will he say, the whole town will talk!” Odie was already putting on his shoes. He sat back down at the table. “I’m not thrilled of the prospect either, but we gotta do what’s right. The boy needs a doctor, were gonna get him one.” Odie said, and then walked to the door where the shotgun was resting against the wall and the potato bin. He took a deep breath and added, “Maybe you should worry a little more about your husband going to jail for murder than the town talking about our devil child.” Odessa gasped. Odie winced when he saw Odessa’s indignation. “Sorry, it’s just...” Instead of finishing his thought, Odie picked up the shotgun and broke it, switching the spent shells with new ones from his coat pocket. He wordlessly handed it to Odessa who had already moved away from the sleeping, wounded baby, as she knew she would soon be alone with it. Ottiger was their child but he was also proving to be dangerous; he was proving to be more a monster than he was one of their beloved children. When Odie left, Odessa grabbed his special bottle of whisky down from the cupboard and took three big pulls, then put it back. She picked up a chair and positioned it a good five feet from the table where Ottiger slept. She sat down, pointing the gun at the sleeping baby, its tiny chest heaving. She sat there, eagerly awaiting the sound of her husband’s buggy coming back up the road. Odie came up the long driveway in his buggy, Dr. Billings following behind in his automobile, one of the few in Rugby. A huge full moon hung low over the orchard in the early morning, looking bloated and sickly. Odie thought it looked as unnatural as the small child dying on his kitchen table. He tied up the horse and showed the doctor into the kitchen where he had left Ottiger and Odessa. The doctor was horrified at the sight of the child. It was not the same baby he had delivered months earlier. He knew he might be able to save it by sewing up the wound; however, he would not waste his time with those repairs. He knew what needed to be done to this abomination. As Dr. Billings worked, he explained that Ottiger was suffering from something called Harlequin Ichthyosis, although he could not explain the teeth or the fact that he was not born like this. He knew the false prognosis was needed to placate the confused and frightened parents. The child’s cure would come from a shot of liquid strychnine. Dr. Billings told Odie he would not charge for the house call as long as he kept the visitation a secret. The doctor got in his fancy automobile and drove home, leaving the Wosso’s with the bad news of their son’s incurable affliction. Odie and Odessa sat at the table watching Ottiger’s labored breathing. They were drinking some of Odie’s whiskey. It was the same bottle he had bought from the general store the day they had found out about the pregnancy and the same bottle Odessa had already helped herself to that night. As Odie downed the last of the brown liquid from a shot glass, and Odessa began falling asleep in Odie’s lap, Ottiger exhaled his last long and noisy breath. It was a death rattle. Neither of them cried and neither of them would judge each for not crying. The outcome of Ottiger’s short life seemed to be as good as any. The doctor had diagnosed Ottiger as having some exotic disease, which explained his unsettling transformation. Odie and Odessa knew better; Ottiger was simply an abomination, a monster – a flesh and blood demon. Odie tucked his wife in, then went to the kitchen and bundled Ottiger up in some of the extra sheets Odessa had brought out. He reached into the potato bin and fished out a burlap sack to further enshroud the dead child. Grabbing the rest of the whisky and a shovel from the barn, he walked into the orchard. He took the small body to the far end where his biggest and best producing trees grew. He dug Ottiger’s grave and lowered him in. Before covering Ottiger, he said a small prayer asking that the child may be received in God’s kingdom as the healthy baby they had known and not the demon he had turned into. As he finished the last of the whisky, he noticed the odd moon had disappeared under the trees, with only a small fingernail peeking over the top. He threw the empty bottle at the descending moon as if it had been responsible for the whole mess. He went back inside and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. The next morning he was awoke by the sound of Olin and Otis crying. He was well hung over but was happy to hear his boys all the same. Odessa took them into the nursery leaving her husband to continue sleeping.
As the boys grew older, more changes appeared. Olin started growing nubs on the back of his scapulae that sprouted into wings. Olin’s wings were easy enough to hide under his shirt, but his classmates made fun or him, as the bulky appendages made him look like a hunchback. “Just so long as he doesn’t turn out like Ottiger, I don’t care what he grows.” Odie said. And as for Otis, he had what was known as the gift. One night when Otis was four, he warned his father to look after the chickens as a fox was going to snatch some up. The next morning three of his chickens were missing. That evening, Otis again warned his father that the fox would be back. Odie stayed out in the barn that night and managed to shoot the offending fox. When spring came, and the trees started to bloom, Otis warned his father of an impending frost that would kill the blossoms. Sure enough, that spring, over a two-night period, many of the blossoms on his trees froze and died making a poor yield for the year. Unlike the fox killing his chickens, there was nothing he could do about the frost. Luckily, Odie had put money aside for just such a scenario and was still able to make ends meet. When Otis was taken to Dr. Billings for his chicken pox, Odie and Odessa were given a rather disturbing accusation from young Otis. “That man killed Ottiger.” Otis said to his mother on the buggy ride home. Odessa was shocked. Otis and Olin were never told about Ottiger. “How do you know about Ottiger, dear?” Odessa asked. Otis shrugged, seeming to be as clueless of his abilities as his parents were. “I don’t know. I just know he was my brother and he was a monster so that man killed him, killed him with one of his needles.” Otis declared in an almost bored tone. When Olin received Otis’s chicken pox, they decided to take him to a different doctor who lived in the next town. It was a hassle to get there but by this time, Odie and Odessa believed in their son’s gift and did not feel comfortable taking their children to Dr. Billings anymore. As for Olin’s shrinking ability, he seemed to have a better command of it. He would only shrink when his mom or dad were on their way to spank him. He would shrink down so as to be completely unperceivable with the naked eye, and fearing they might step on the undetectable child, they backed off. Instead of physically disciplining Olin, they decided to use a more diplomatic approach; such as talking to him, explaining why what he did was bad. They were shocked at how effective this method was.
When Otis and Olin got to be teenagers, they devised a rather dubious scheme to attain money with their gifts, and Odie and Odessa soon caught wind. To the twin’s surprise, they were allowed to continue with the grift. The family, and the entire country, had come upon hard times. It was the beginning of the great depression and the Wosso’s did not escape the hardship. Although Odie and Odessa did not like the boy’s scam, they could not afford to turn up their noses at the ill-gotten money. Otis would walk the streets of downtown Rugby, looking out for not only people who had the appearance of wealth, but people he knew would end up handing over a large amount of money for his services. Otis would seek out targets, as Olin hid in a small tincture with holes poked through the lid so he could breathe. Otis would whisper to his brother some type of identifier so he knew whom to hit. He would then fly out, like a tiny gnat, right into the nostrils of the unsuspecting target. Otis would step out of sight of the newly afflicted, and wait for Olin to start his routine of pain infliction. Tiny Olin would start kicking and punching the soft tissue of the chosen ones sinuses. The person would usually stop walking, and throw up their hands to their forehead. This was when Otis would make his move. “Mam, are you o.k. Did you just have a sensation of a bug flying up your nose?” The target would then admit that they indeed had felt something fly up their nose, at this point Otis would declare that the man or woman (it was usually a women), was afflicted by a demon. He would raise a hand and shout, “BY THE POWER JAYSUS, I COMMAND YOU OUT – FOUL AND UNCLEAN SPIRIT!” He followed the command by a small slap on their forehead. At the sound of the thump, Olin would then fly out of one of the nostrils and into the vile Otis would have hidden behind his back, no worse for the wear except for being spritzed in respired moisture, and the occasional hard landing. As Otis suspected, the target would give them most if not all of the money on their person. Their largest haul to date was fifty dollars. Otis would reject at first but upon a second insisting by the targets, he would give in begrudgingly and accept the money. On one occasion when Olin was in a particularly foul mood, he demanded that he be given a large sum of their haul, but when he eventually calmed down, he remembered why they were doing this; to support the family and keep the farm out of the banks hands. However, seeing the effect the scam had on his brother, Otis would sometimes insist that Olin take some of the money and treat himself to a soda or his favorite candy. Otis shuttered when he thought of what Olin had to suffer. Being inside a human nose sounded disgusting and dangerous. The brothers had created such a stir around Rugby that an evangelical preacher came to their house to ask Otis and Odessa if they would be willing to let their miracle-working son join him through the south on one his faith healing tours. They told him they needed to think about it. The Wosso’s were Catholic but knew of these tent revivals as they often passed through Rugby in the summers. When Otis told his parents that he knew this guy was a hoaxer, Otis and Odessa decided it would be okay to go along with the scam. If the preacher was already a hoaxer, what would it hurt to add one more? Besides, the people that walked away from the tents claimed that they were healed, so, they got their money’s worth, right? It was a shoddy logic, but the prospect of getting more money was too tempting to the family. Olin stood silently opposed to the prospect, as he would have to spend a majority of the time, if not all the time, in a shrunken state. He also knew they would be pulling the trick much more often than they already did. He would be absolutely miserable the whole time, but when Olin saw that everyone in the family was on board, he did not let his distain show. They outfitted a little box that Olin could be stored in while they traveled across the country. The preacher came back the next day and Otis went off to join his act with Olin hidden in Otis’s steamer trunk. Otis got his own trailer for the tour, allowing Olin to remain his normal size when not performing their “miracles.” Otis displayed his concern that he would be caught in his seeable state, but after a mouse managed to crawl inside of Olin’s trunk through one of the air holes, Olin insisted on being normal sized while he slept. They made much more money on the tour than they did pulling their scheme on their own. Otis would only have to do the trick on one or two people and others would simply feel cured of their migraines through the power of suggestion, which spread like a fire in dry grass amongst the primed parson. Otis walked amongst the fervor of the people, casting out demons and slapping them on the forehead while Olin rested safely in the glass vile. Olin often argued that these people were so gullible, so willing to believe, that they didn’t need to perform the trick at all. One night as Otis and Olin argued about the act, the preacher’s assistant was walking past Otis’s trailer and was drawn to the voices. Curious as to whom the person was that was talking to Otis, he eavesdropped on the conversation, gathering all the weird secrets of Otis’s act, and finding out that Otis was not working alone. The preacher was soon filled in by his assistant in regards to Otis’s miracle working. The preacher and his assistant barged through the trailer as Otis and Olin slept in the small, one-man bed. The preacher was going to accuse them of witchcraft when he realized Otis was something far worse than a warlock; he was a man who had relations with other men. Otis tried to explain that Olin was his brother but this detail only seemed to make the preacher even angrier. The preacher and the assistant left the trailer. Otis and Olin hurriedly packed their things into the steamer trunk. Otis popped his head out of the door to see workers from the tent revival coming towards their trailer with pitchforks and torches, the crooked preacher leading the charge. Still in their pajamas, Otis and Olin made a run for it, the streamer trunk bouncing between them as they ran through a nearby field of oats. When they were a good three hundred yards away, they were shocked to see that the zealots had actually set the trailer ablaze. “Now, what in the hell did they do that for?” Olin asked. “They thought we was funny.” “I am funny,” Olin said, “I’m hilarious!” “Very funny.” “I wonder if they thought we were in it.” “Maybe,” Otis said, “I’m sure it’s cathartic for them either way.” Otis pointed at a road that met the oat field. “We’ll follow that. Hopefully it will take us to town, and hopefully it’s a town with a train station.” “Where are we?” Olin asked. “Georgia.” “Russia?” “You are funny.” Otis said through a yawn. Otis and Olin had made a tidy sum of money that summer, enough to save the farm with a little extra left over. They stopped performing their scam and in the fall they started their senior year of high school at Rugby High.
The next year, Otis received an acceptance letter from Grand Forks University to be a part of their medical school. Olin did not bother applying to any colleges. Olin had no interest in anything other than farming and stiff drinks. Olin and Otis, who had been inseparable throughout their lives, were now growing apart. Otis knew that their days of grifting had taken a deep and dark toll on Olin. Olin felt used, that was the word that Otis would receive sometimes when Olin would look at his brother. This was when Otis’s gift hurt the most, when he would receive a dire truth.
Three years into med school Otis received a letter from his mother. His father was ill and possibly on his deathbed. In the note, his mother urged him to stay in school and not interrupt his studies. However, Otis was on a train headed for home that very same day. Otis was received happily by his mother, unquestioning of his arrival back to the farm even after she had told him not to. She didn’t have Otis’s psychic ability, but she knew him very well. She filled him in on the basics of the story, about how Dr. Billings had attacked him. Otis went into his parent’s room where his father was tucked into the bed, looking aged and sweating badly. His father looked at him with sunken eyes, and gave a weary greeting. Otis set down his black bag on the floor, sat down on the bed as he asked his dad to fill him in on what exactly went on between him and the doctor. “I was out one day after tending to the animals, milked the cows, fed the chicks and such. Well after I was done I felt like taking a walk. I went down to the far end, you know, where the good trees,” he hesitated, “where Ottiger is. Well, I found Dr. Billings at the very same tree Ottiger was buried under. He was picking apples and he didn’t seem to see me. I was madder than a cornered grinner. He had out his foldin’ knife and had cut a beautiful apple open into two halves, and was eatin’ it. I walked up to him, and he looked up at me and smiled, and I got angrier as I approached him because he didn’t seem the least bit ashamed to have been caught stealin’ my apples. He started asking something about why we started seeing a doctor clear over ta the opposite side of the county, I mean, can you believe the nerve of this guy? So anyway, I take the other half of the apple he was holding and shoved it into his face, and then he takes that knife of his and swipes at me! Hit me right on the shoulder. He ran off sayin’ something like he was going to tell the constable or something and I yelled back, yeah you go ahead and do that, murderer! That seemed to get his attention. He turned around, his face ghost white, and then he starts having a sneezing fit. That’s when I think he realized that I knew, somehow, someway. I’m pretty sure he had already lugged a few bushels back to his car too, he had a couple baskets lyin’ round when I caught him.” “You got your revenge after all then.” Otis said, sounding, at least to himself, rather sarcastic. “Uh, I spose, it’s not worth the damn wound he gave me though, it’s throbbin’ and infected, no matter what we do, it just gets worse. Your mother has been doin’ a good job keeping the bandages fresh, but it’s of no use, the damn thing is starting to stink!” Otis removed the bandage taped to his dad’s shoulder to reveal a weeping and very infected slash wound. It was more than likely gangrenous. “This isn’t good pop. I can’t believe you let this go for so long.” Otis said, returning to his black bag retrieving some alcohol and cotton swabs. “That’s the thing,” Odie protested, “it’s only been two days – same day your mom sent you the letter.” Otis met his dad’s eyes for a second, letting out a nervous laugh as he soaked the cotton. The degree of infection made the time frame impossible and it made Otis feel uneasy. “Yeah, well, it’s infected like hell pop.” Otis swabbed up the wound with the alcohol soaked cotton, making Odie yowl for a good minute till the pain saturated in his feverish brain. Otis finished doctoring the wound with an anti-biotic salve, and sealed it with a clean bandage. Odie fell asleep during the dressing, and Otis’s mind raced through possible pathologies for the queer infection. He grabbed his bag and walked out of his parent’s room and was about to call for his mom when he heard a knock at the front door. Otis walked over and opened it to reveal a perspiring and panicked Dr. Billings. “What do you want?” Otis asked in a flat and bothered tone. The doctor looked at Otis with pleading eyes. “Help, please.” Otis thought it over, taking the doctors past and current transgressions against his family into consideration, then remembered the oath he had taken when he became an intern. Oath or no oath, he knew what the right thing to do was regardless of the past. More importantly than being Dr. do-good, he needed to glean some information on what was going on with his father’s strange illness. He knew Billings and his father’s conditions were linked. Knew it and felt it. Something bad was coming to Wosso farm. He motioned for the doctor to come in and sat him down in one of the chairs in the sitting room.
“My head Otis, I know it’s not possible, but I’d swear it is danger of exploding.” “Well, you never know, maybe someone replaced your snuff with gun powder in hopes you’d sniff a candle.” Replied Otis smugly as he brought out his magnifier to look at the doctor’s ears, eyes, and nose. The doctor said nothing in retort. When Otis got to the left nostril, he found what he looking for. It was Ottiger, alive and well. His departed brother was peaking at Otis from the top of the doctor’s nostril. Otis never saw Ottiger and his parents had never taken any pictures of him, but they had described him after Otis informed his parents he knew of his other brother. They said he was normal at birth, looking much like his father, up until his ghoulish transformation that left him looking like nothing of this earth. His skin turned brown like an apple seed, his eyes went red, and grew a mouth full of pointy teeth. “Well,” said Otis almost yelling it in the doctor’s face, “I think I know what can fix you.” Otis proclaimed. As he packed away his magnifying gadget and closed his bag, Dr. Billings shifted forward in the chair asking what Otis thought it was, when Odessa came into the kitchen with an arm full of laundry, spotting the doctor in the sitting room through the hall. She threw the laundry on the kitchen table and hurriedly walked into the sitting room and pulled Otis into the kitchen. In a strained whisper, so that the doctor, or Odie for that matter, would not hear, she said, “What is he doing here, why did you let him in, get him out of here Otis!” Otis nodded in reply, not bothering to explain the situation that he now found himself in. He grabbed the doctor by the arm and led him back out the door, and then out to the barn. “What is it Otis, I tried looking up there myself but couldn’t manage a good view.” “You have,” Otis started, searching for something that sounded legit, “a bad infection.” Otis opened the Sliding barn door and showed the doctor in. “But don’t worry, I know what will fix you up.” Otis finished, as he disappeared up a ladder and into the hayloft, leaving the doctor alone with his worry. “In the barn?” The doctor whispered as he watched Otis ascend. Otis walked around till he found what he was looking for. His brother often slept in the hayloft so he could drink all night long without waking his parents. Otis found the mid-day heat trapped in the loft oppressive, but it didn’t seem to be bothering Olin’s deep sleep. He was curled up in the hay, hugging a whiskey bottle with little more than a shot remaining, now lolling back and forth with every breath he took. “Olin.” Otis said, kneeling down to get closer to the sleepy drunk. “Olin.” Otis tried a little louder this time, but didn’t get as much as a twitch of a reaction from his brother. “OOOLLLIIINNN.” Otis shouted. Finally Olin opened his eyes, and turned his head to see Otis hovering over him with a look of annoyance on his face. “You’re home.” “Yeah,” said Otis, “mom said something about dad possibly dying so I thought it would be a good time for a visit. I’d ask how you are but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.” “Stuff it, Dr. Wosso.” Olin said sitting up in his hay nest. “Enough small talk then I suppose, I’ll just get down to it. We are gonna need to do the old act.” Olin’s face popped up from his hands that had been busy trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “The hell you say? What for?” Olin asked getting up from his bed of hay and walking to the opposite end of the loft as if to escape a conversation he didn’t want to have this early in the mid-day. “Well,” started Otis, “you’re going to have a really hard time believing this, so, if you find your credulity waning, simply think of our equally odd gifts in order to suspend any disbelief.” With his back still turned, Olin raised his right hand and spun it in a circle, impatiently gesturing for Otis to get on with it. “Well ok, I’m certain you didn’t hear us come in, but, Dr. Billings is down in the barn waiting for m–” “What!” Olin said, spinning around to face his brother. “After what he did to dad – that prick! And you, of all people, should know what he did to Ottiger.” “That’s the thing,” said Otis getting up from his crouch, “Ottiger is inside the doctor’s sinuses, just like you used to do in our act. I don’t want to know what kind of carnage he is creating in the doctor’s head, but the man looks like he’s near death.” Olin turned his head around to look at his brother and gave a small, cynical smile. “Ottiger is dead Otis.” “Well, He’s back, and he’s pulling your damn trick in the doctor’s head right now.” Otis countered. “Oh gee, thanks buddy, make it sound like it’s my damn fault. If all that’s true, let him die – he likes to play god, let god play with him!” Olin said, turning to face Otis as he crossed his arms. “That’s not right, and I can’t stand by while Ottiger rips apart the doctor’s head, so if you can’t do it for him, do it for me.” “I don’t know. I’ve got a lot stuff to do today, even more now that dad is laid up. And besides, I’m not the one who took the hippopotamus’s oath.” Olin said. “Yeah, you looked pretty busy when I woke you up.” Otis said. Olin ignored the jab. “Three bottles of your choice, deal?” Otis asked. “That’s really insulting,” said Olin, a smile now spreading across his face, “I was going to do it regardless, but you’ve got a deal.” Olin walked to the ladder putting up his hands to dodge Otis’s extended hand that waited for a deal-sealing shake. Olin started climbing down the latter. “It’s the Hippocratic Oath, by the way.” Said Otis to his brother. Olin stopped his descent. His body was cropped by the square hole in the floor, making him look like nothing more than a torso. He looked up at Otis with indolence then gave him the finger. Otis kicked playfully at the extended digit with a farm dusted dress shoe. Olin retracted his hand in defeat, and continued his downward climb. Otis followed soon after. Dr. Billings glanced at Olin as he came down the ladder. When Olin climbed down and noticed he was being watched, he gave a small nod to a man he barely knew but despised all the same. Olin kept looking at the doctor in his khakis, black suspenders, and bowtie and almost laughed when he realized he was wearing nothing more than overalls and dirty smudges. When Otis came down, he assured the doctor everything would be fine and Olin was going to help him prep for a simple procedure. As Otis and Olin walked to the back where there was an empty stall, they heard the doctor say something about making sure Olin washed up if he was going to handle anything that was to be used on him. When Olin heard this, he did laugh. Olin found a nice, clean spot to shrink on that was free of hay or manure. Otis explained what Olin was to accomplish inside Dr. Billings nose as Olin dropped, and then stepped out of his overalls. “Okay, all you have to do is grab him and drag him back down into the vile with you. And of course, I’m putting a piece of cotton down there for you to land on.” Otis said. When Olin turned around to kick his overalls into a corner, Otis noticed that his wings were gone. Olin turned around and asked Otis the question he was secretly afraid of himself. “Otis, if Ottiger has the same gift that I have, what’s to stop him from growing inside the doctor’s head, and split it like a baby chicken popping out of an egg?” “Let’s just hope he doesn’t have the ability to grow, we only have one choice now anyway and that’s to be proactive.” Otis said. “You’re the doctor.” Olin said as he began to shrink, then stopping, making his voice higher in pitch. “By the way, I lost my wings, I can’t do the flying thing anymore, you’re gonna have to have that damn vile right up to his nose the whole time in case I fall or need to make an early exit.” “I saw that, and I will.” Otis said. For Otis, the funniest thing about Olin’s wings was that he couldn’t fly when he was full sized. Olin had to be shrunk down to the size of a gnat in order to fly, as if the wings were made for his diminutive state. And they had been small, from what Otis remembered. They were tiny compared to the size of his back, even when they were fully stretched out. They looked like they were part of a costume a little girl would wear for Halloween. Otis laughed every time the thought popped into his mind. He tried not to think about it around Olin when he had his shirt off. Olin was already sensitive about his wings, and they had thrown punches over much less. “Good.” Olin said, shrinking down till he was unperceivable. Otis dug into his black bag and brought out the vile and a cotton swab. He tore off a tiny piece and dropped it down into the bottom of the vile. He put the remainder of the cotton back into his bag and took out his magnifying instrument, then squatted down to locate his brother. Otis thought that they were very rusty at this, as if there was a method they had used before that they weren’t using now. He also felt that this was incredibly dangerous, and wondered how they managed to safely pull this off in the darkness of their trailer when they were on tour with the preacher. Maybe it never was safe. Maybe they were just young and felt indestructible. Otis hovered over the piece of cement when he saw what appeared to be an ant crawling around, but he knew it was his brother. He crouched closer to the ground and to his horror, saw that it was an ant. “Uh-oh!” Otis said. Just then Olin inflated to about the size of a chipmunk, with a voice to match, and said, “I’m over here, doctor.” Olin shrunk back down. Otis put the tiny glass vile as close as he could to where Olin had just shrunk, and watched his brother through his magnifier as he climbed over the thick lip of the glass. With Olin now safe inside the tincture, Otis crushed the offending ant. He had seen ants carrying off just about anything that was edible and didn’t like the thought of the bug hanging around his brothers shrinking area. He got up slowly, putting his hand in front of the mouth of the vile, so as to shield his brother from any headstrong winds, and slowly started back to where the doctor was. With Otis back in the room, the doctor did not seem to notice Olin’s absence, or maybe he just didn’t care. “Finally,” said the doctor with relief and unapologetic annoyance, “I’m certain it’s getting worse by the minute my dear boy.” Otis was annoyed with the doctor’s entitled attitude and the fact he referred to him as dear, but he managed not to show it. All his concentration was on the vile and getting his brother safely in and out of the doctor’s head with this highly unconventional surgery. “Just relax.” Said Otis, which to Otis was just the same as saying just shut-up. Otis knelt down beside the old man. “Alright Dr. Billings, I’m going to put this vile up to your left nostril; do not inhale, and don’t move. You’re going to feel something like a small bug crawl up your nose. Breathe through your mouth, and just let it happen, okay?” The doctor squinted at Otis. “Sounds queer boy, but I’ll bite.” Otis raised the vile to the doctor’s sweaty nose. Magnifier still in hand, Otis could see Olin climbing into the nostril by grabbing nose hairs, pulling himself up, and disappearing into the darkness. “It does feel like a bug is crawling up my nose.” “It’s the special vapors, they should take effect shortly.” Otis notified the old man, trying not to smile.
While inside the doctor’s head, Olin was reacquainted with how disgusting it was to be inside someone’s nasal passages. It smelled like some type of alien cheese, Stilton perhaps, everything was wet with snot, and if what the soap salesman’s claims about these germs are true – Olin was crawling in germ soup. He took a small pleasure in the idea that he hadn’t cleaned up at the doctor’s request, and thought how ironic it was that he was concerned with his cleanliness. Olin pulled himself up to the ridge of the left maxillary nasal cavity. The cavernous space was alive with a dull, red glow. He could now see Ottiger. The red was coming from those damned eyes, glowing down into the depths of the sinus. He was not seeing the infant version of Ottiger that had died all those years ago, he was bearing witness to the full-grown man who never came to be. When his parents described his dead brother, they never mentioned glowing eyes but they also didn’t mention he could shrink like he did either. It was possible they just didn’t know or that this resurrected version of his brother was something altogether different. Olin walked up to Ottiger, who was busy digging a hole in the flesh with his long claw-like fingernails. Apparently satisfied with the depth, he squatted over it, defecated, and then buried it like a cat. The scene was too much, Olin turned around and vomited. He watched the foodless bile spill onto the glistening tissue of the doctor’s inner nose, as he wished he was back in the safety of his drunken slumber. A booming voice erupted from the fleshy walls all around him. The doctor was talking. Olin hated when the targets would talk. If he had been a little more prepared he would have shoved something in his ears when he was shrunk down, but he was hung over. You tend to forget things when you’re hung over, he reasoned.
“I can smell, smell something horrible.” The doctor said. Otis shushed him, remembering how loud it could be for tiny Olin inside of the very cavities that amplified human speech. “I never said the vapors would smell pleasant.” Otis said, still awkwardly holding the glass to the man’s nose. The doctor began to say something in response and Otis hissed another long shush. The doctor obeyed.
A demon who raises an army of the dead by defecating in corpses heads, a heartbroken man who wills his ex-wife back into his life, and a bully who meets an unconventional death at the hands – and rotting body – of her victim’s father. These characters await you amongst seven stories that are sure to please any horror fan looking for something a little bit different. Eldritch James presents Ghost Country, Volume One – seven short stories with a bucolic twist.
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed and (clawed)
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was (made) to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and (bruised)
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the (cringe and stutter)
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of Gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because a dance with the devil might last you forever
UR LAST DANCE lol.......
Love writes a letter and sends it to hate. "My vacations ending, I'm coming home late. The weather was fine and the ocean was great and I can't wait to see you again."
Hate reads the letter and throws it away. "No one here cares if you go or you stay. I barely even noticed that you were away. I'll see you or I won't, whatever."
Love sings a song as she sails through the sky. The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes. And everyone knows it whenever she flies, and also when she comes down.
Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street. Every stranger and drifter he greets. And shakes hands with every loner he meets with a serious look on his face.
Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow. Carrying with her the good things we know. A reason to live and a reason to grow. To trust. To hope. To care.
Hate sits alone on the hood of his car. Without much regard to the moon or the stars. Lazily killing the last of a jar of the strongest stuff you can drink.
Love takes a taxi, a young man drives. As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes. But tears follow after, at the end of the ride, cause he might never see her again.
Hate gets home lucky to still be alive. He screams o'er the sidewalk and into the drive. The clock in the kitchen says 2:55, And the clock in the kitchen is slow.
Love has been waiting, patient and kind. Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign, That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind, Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door. Weary head hung, eyes to the floor. He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for? I'm your and that's it, Whatever. I should not have been gone for so long. I'm yours and that's it, forever."
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"There's a darkness upon me thatís flooded in light In the fine print they tell me whatís wrong and whatís right And it comes in black and it comes in white And Iím frightened by those that donít see it
When nothing is owed or deserved or expected And your life doesnít change by the man thatís elected If youíre loved by someone, youíre never rejected Decide what to be and go be it
There was a dream and one day I could see it Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it And there was a kid with a head full of doubt So Iíll scream til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out
Thereís a darkness upon you thatís flooded in light And in the fine print they tell you whatís wrong and whatís right And it flies by day and it flies by night And Iím frightened by those that donít see it
There was a dream and one day I could see it Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it And there was a kid with a head full of doubt So Iíll scream til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out
There was a dream and one day I could see it Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it And there was a kid with a head full of doubt So Iíll scream til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out
Thereís a darkness upon me thatís flooded in light In the fine print they tell me whatís wrong and whatís right Thereís a darkness upon me thatís flooded in light And Iím frightened by those that donít see it..."
Artist: Avett Brothers Song: Head Full Of Doubt, Road Full Of Promise
I decided on that evening That I was through with sitting still I stood up and started moving With a childlike fascination For those doors that don't have locks And the stairways that were blocked So I dug through the obstruction Put my fist around the railing And each step was far apart And far away from steps before it And the air was getting thinner Until I couldn't breathe at all And if I happened to look behind me There were miles and miles of stairs Enough so I couldn't see the doorway But I knew that it was there And on the last step I was dizzy Because there were stairs in all directions But I found another door And through the door there was the attic Without old clothes Without a ceiling Everything had opened wide Into the jaws of something bigger And suddenly I saw that I was Upstairs and outside and freezing on the roof Finally it had found me The answer, the feeling, and the truth:
That I'm small That I'm small That I'm small I'm smaller than the smallest fireball -The Antlers
This is my entry for the contest. sorry for being ( very very ) late, I had school...
So. Corpswar ( my Oc ), has caught Jeff the killer and maintained him in a cave ( he masters earth ) by a request from Slenderman, who wants to control jeff and turn jeff into a "masky"... Obviously, Splendy is here to be useless, as he uses to, and to annoy Slender and Corpswar.
Uh... made in one day ( some 12 hours? ) on a mac with Gimp.