“What the hell was that?” Ally was wide awake now, listening intently to the night. There was something out there. She knew it, she sensed it. She stood there wide-eyed into the blackness determined to fiure out what made the spine-chilling noise. There was only silence.
Even though Ally feared unfamiliar sounds, she’d rather have that then this oppressive, black silence. She hated silence. Silence had the ability to magnify every little sound, transforming it into mind-blowing terror. She stood there next to her well unable to move, unable to do much of anything.
“What do I do? What do I do?” She whispered frantically to herself. Should she leave her well for the sanctuary of the forest?
“NO! I dunno what the hell’s out there or even where it is,” It was so dark now, she wasn’t even sure which direction the rustling sound had come from anymore.
“What if I run right into him... or it?” Ally shivered at the thought. She kept on listening and listening for the rustling, but couldn’t hear anything anymore.
“Maybe I’m just very tired and need some... NO! I fucking heard it. I know I did. I’m not going crazy.” She had no idea what to do now.
“Maybe... whatever it was, wasn’t going in my direction... yeah, that’s it. It probably just passed on.” That seemed to satisfy her as she slowly stepped away from the safety of the well.
“Goddamn it! I freak out too easily,” She said to herself, “When I get home... FUCKING SHIT! There it is again ” Ally nearly screamed. This time she really did hear some kind of rustling and it was headed in her direction
“Shit! Shit! Shit! What hell do I do?” She ran as quietly as she could in the opposite direction, past the well and behind the thick trunk of a twisted tree.
“What the hell is out there?” Ally asked herself in fear. She wanted to run away but her legs wouldn’t budge and her curiosity was too powerful. She stood there shaking behind the tree, looking out at the well.
She didn’t see it at first because of the dark. But eventually, a shadowy figure came into view. The figure of a...
“...Human? What the hell?” Ally was expecting some kind of hideous demon or man-eating creature to pop out and devour her.
“What the hell is he doing here so late?” She asked herself... and then realized the same could be said about her.
“Probably just some old hermit guy that lives around this area,” She thought. It was too dark to see much and she couldn’t tell how old the guy was. But she was sure it was some old hermit just scouting the area.
“Did I really make that much noise?” Ally wondered.
The old hermit guy seemed to be looking around for something. He scanned the well and surrounding forest for... Ally wasn’t sure. He kept looking around until after a few minutes seemed satisfied and disappeared back into the forest. Ally waited a little, half-expecting the guy to return.
The hermit did return after awhile, though he was carrying a big, plastic garbage bag. Ally decided he wasn’t old from the way he walked with the bag, but it sure seemed heavy from the way he stumbled towards the well with it.
“Hey!” Ally thought, “Don’t throw your fucking garbage down my well!” She nearly yelled at the man, but something made her keep quiet. She couldn’t put her finger on it but there was something unsettling about him.
He set the bag down next to the well and slowly pulled out...
“Jesus fucking Christ! A severed head!”