Trey Roberts and the Ancestor's Wish by Lee Magnus

Author:Lee Magnus [Magnus, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781734074833
Publisher: Michael Matthew Publishing
Published: 2020-03-24T22:00:00+00:00

The Grey Swamp

Tall dark trees shadowed overhead. Biting cold etched uncomfortably into his skin. The musky smell of aged compost grew as he progressed along an overgrown path. Thick air layered him with dripping moisture. He put on the jacket, then donned the hood.

Maybe I should stop for the night? But the trail is clear for now and I should probably move a little further. Hopefully, I can find a place to rest soon. It sure is creepy here. I wonder if it’s any better during the day.

He could only see a few feet in front of him while fearfully looking left and right expecting a wollybrougher or something worse to leap out at any moment.

He tripped on a protruding root sending him painfully to the ground. He laid still for a moment trying to control dreadful thoughts as something rustled in the bushes ahead.

Comfortable that whatever ahead was gone, he picked himself up, rubbed his right arm then slowly continued forward.

He swiftly turned toward the sound of a creature leaping away through the tree branches above just as something grabbed him by the hood. He instinctively pulled away as he struggled with its grasp. He grabbed at a thin scaly arm with numerous rigid fingers. It snapped as he turned his shoulder into the lanky appendage. He then started laughing out loud – then fell to a knee and cried as the tree branch slipped from his grip.

“I’m never getting out of here,” he sobbed.

He looked up and around through watery eyes. He then proceeded off the path toward an overturned tree.

A bird, Trey believed, shrieked in the distance. He removed the folded tarp and draped it over the tilted tree base. He found comfort in that it camouflaged the shelter well. He crawled inside, spread a portion of the tarp on the ground then curled up in total darkness.

He shivered as the adrenalin wore off. A bitter cold surrounded aching limbs – it seeped into his bones. Uncontrollable chattering teeth and restless arms and legs added to the misery. He laid on the cold ground curled on his side and closed his eyes, trying to force an unconscious state.

A branch snapped outside the makeshift tent bringing Trey back to full alert. His heart leaped. His eyes groped for light. He was unable to make out any shapes. Completely blinded by darkness, he imagined monstrous creatures lurking about, planning their attack on the helpless misled boy lost in a damp swamp chasing mythical items.

Rustling in nearby bushes put him on edge. A strange sound echoed through the night.

Chirrup, Chirrup. Chirrup, Chirrup.

He whispered, “Don’t move, Trey. Don’t make any noise. Don’t give anything a reason to approach.” His teeth clacked like a firecracker in his brain.

The urge to shift was agonizing. His legs and feet wailed for repositioning. He dosed for what seemed like seconds before waking to a strong breeze shaking the tarp.

He risked using a match to light a tea candle. The diminutive warmth was soothing but comfort never again came calling in the night.

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