Beyond The Hills

The woods out past the Red Hills in Kentucky are not meant for anyone to wander into. During this time of year, as fall fades and winter shakes the remaining leaves from the trees, the full moon in the sky seems to be much bigger than it usually is. Normally a golden bright icon shining through the night clouds, but this time of year, even the moon changes to a dark, pale orange color as it casts its haunting glow throughout the wicked, barren trees that seem to endlessly fill this part of the forest. As the thick, white fog rolls in and covers thе ground, sticks and dead leaves can bе heard crackling and crunching not too far off the beaten path in these woods. Something big moves through the darkness. It watches. It knows you can't help yourself. It knows no matter how long you think about it, your curiosity will get the best of you and you will venture where you're not supposed to go. It feeds off your fear. It knows that you're coming and it waits