In the sun light the trees glow, in the moon light the evil walks beside them.
When I was younger I lived in the country side near the old mill where my papa worked. It was just me, papa, ma, and my three sisters Annabel, Beth, and my youngest sister lily. We we’re doing well for a while, just us. It was all we needed. One day ma got a telephone call, her sister Alison was in an accident. They said they didn’t know who had done it. All they had was a piece of black clothing. It was like cotton but thicker, we didn’t know what to make of it.
She had a son, John. He wasn’t doing very well for a while with his mother in the hospital. After a few weeks she died, so we we’re all he had left in the world really. John came to stay with us. I haven’t seen him since I was ten but it didn’t change anything we we’re still pretty close. John was the worst liar you’d ever meet. Everything he said was a lie, almost. John was older than me and my sisters who we’re both fifteen, they we’re twins. My youngest sister lily was my personal favorite. She wasn’t pushed through all those rough parts of growing up yet, her playful youth shell was yet to be broken. I was only fourteen, the man of the house. I and pa did everything together. I would help him at the mill on Sunday afternoon’s wen I didn’t have school work. It was nice. It was quiet for once everything seemed to be perfect.
John and I always seemed to fight. I guess I was jealous because pa would seem to ask him to help around the house, he didn’t need me anymore. He had a better, older helper now. It didn’t change anything between me and john I still needed to be there for him at a time like this so I learned to forgive him.
John and I would sleep in the loft in the summers because it was cooler up there. The winters we slept on the floor due to the heater. My sisters had their own room.
One night john woke me up by punching me in the shoulder. I didn’t know what to say at first, my first thought was to punch him right back. But before I could even react he covered my mouth with his hand. It was dark but I could tell he was scared. Listen, he said to me. There’s something on the roof. So I listened really carefully. I heard scratching on the roof. It was right above our heads because it was summer and we we’re on the loft. So what it’s just a cat or a raccoon, I said. No. I heard it before I woke you up. It was footsteps like someone was walken on the roof. I didn’t think anything of it. Like I said he was the worst liar. So I went back to sleep. But he just sat there, listening. The next day he tried to tell pa but he didn’t care either, I felt bad. He cared so much but nobody listened. I decided to talk to him about it and he said most nights he stays up and listens because he’s worried. Some nights I feel something watching me, through the window. I would hear the footsteps then I would get this horrible pain in my stomach, He said. I tried to be a friend so I believed him.
We stayed up on the weak nights listening. At first I didn’t really believe him. But the more I listen, the more I believe something’s out there. The more it happens. The more I feel like I’m being watched. I told my little sister about it to scare her. She was younger so her imagination was more active than ours. She took it pretty rough.
One night while we we’re haven supper pa told lily to fetch some water out of the well we had in back. So she left. After a while we got worried because she didn’t come back yet. Moments later we herd her scream. Ma and pa rushed outside to see what happened. The rest of us just sat at the table cause we didn’t want to get in the way of anything. Shortly after that ma and pa started shouting too. John and I rushed out there to help. Ma was just sitting there on her knees holding the pail that was used to scoop the water. There was no sign of her, she was gone. At first I didn’t know what was going on. I refused to except what was happening. As soon as ma and pa started crying my sisters ran out and saw what was happening too and they started crying. I realized what was going on but all I could do is standing there, frozen. John and I just stood there. It was all we knew to do. I stared into space and started trailing down to the floor and noticed something. It was a piece of black clothing. I picked it up. It was like cotton but thicker. I looked over at john as soon as I realized what it was and he was just staring off at the field. It’s the man walking yonder! He screamed. Ma and pa we’re just sitting there crying. My sisters we’re looking for lily in the other direction.
I was the only one paying attention. It’s the man walking yonder! It’s the man walking yonder! He kept saying. I glanced off at the field to see for myself. The sunset made the field glow bright orange behind it there was a row of black trees. I noticed that one of the trees seemed to be moving and next to it a man walking away. It couldn’t have been a man, there aint no man that tall and skinny. John was so confident what it was. He believed, but not as much as lily. Then it hit me, it was my fault. I told lily the story, I told lily and she believed me.
Could it have been that she believed. The more you believe the more real he is. Like how the more I listened the more I grew paranoid. A shock filled my spine as the sun set behind the trees. I couldn’t see him anymore. He was gone and so was lily.
There was an old story of a fairy in a dark forest. Parents used to tell it to scare their children into telling the truth. It says that the fairy lived in the woods way back near the old barn that has been vacant for years. They say the bad children who lied would get taken. Chased Intel they we’re captured or they told the truth. But when they did their parents wouldn’t believe them. The children we’re the only ones who believed. So they we’re the only ones who would know this dark secret. So they we’re the only ones he needed to stop. So he took them. He took them all.
After years the people forgot. But now we believe. I need to forget. I looked at john and I knew he knew too. Somehow when I looked at the tall man I knew, I knew the old story was true. I had no idea where this story came from. I saw him and I just remembered.
Papa made us wait in the dark house while he grabbed his rifle. We waited like that all night. When they got back it was already morning and they told us to pack. They had her bow, they had a bow that lily wore every day. They wouldn’t tell us what happened but I never asked. I don’t think I could handle it. I told john that I saw it too and I told him what I thought. He didn’t reply he just sat there. We moved to the mill where papa worked. But john was silent he would sit there watching the trees and he wouldn’t speak. I don’t blame him, all he’s been through. I spent my days drawling what I saw that night. The trees and the sun glowing off that field.
I would draw and I found myself doing it every day, I’m pretty good. My dreams lately all I see is this symbol, a cercal with an ex threw it. And the tall man walking in the woods. All the trees had this symbol. I don’t know what it means but one day I’m going to find out. I don’t care if I believe, if the tall man comes for me. If he does I’ll be waiting. I have busyness with him.
After a few weeks john ran away. He was getting strange he wouldn’t speak he just sat there. I think the tall man got him. He wanted him too. He went looking for him the way I was saying I would. I’m tempted to go after him but I need to stay. I need to help papa, he’s grown weak sense lily disappeared.
I haven’t seen much lately but every once in a while I feel his presence. Maybe my lack of fear is what’s preventing him from coming. When I hear scratching on the roof I just grin. Sometimes I feel I’m crazy. I still can’t manage to look at the trees during the sunset. Especially when the wind is rocking them back and forth like a… like a man walking away.
Credit To – Devin Awndrew McCubbins
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