Many people have asked me to tell the Sea God short story and everything about the curse. So here it is:
”So, how’s it been, Susan?”
”Something of this, something of that, you know life is life.”
”I see, you don’t want to talk about it…”
”It’s not like I don’t want to… Just ask something more specific.”
”What did you do after you left town with Jimmy and where is he? What is he doing?”
The outskirts of Brennwood doesn’t have many residents.
Of course, there is a reason for that. The Town Council simply says that residents there aren’t close enough to stores to be comfortable to live in. Plus, being close to the surrounding forest can attract unwanted animals, and most agreed, but I know better.
Growing up, my dad would tell me scary stories, ones he claimed he experienced during his childhood. His stories would both fascinate and terrify me. As I grew older, the stories he would share became less frequent until they eventually came to an end. Maybe because I stopped believing. I had come to the conclusion, that in a fun-twisted way, he was just finding enjoyment by filling my young imagination with haunted visions.
”Boom,” thud came from the front of the car. In the headlight beams, I could see that body of a small animal was thrown to the roadside. I stepped on the gas.
“What are you doing?” my wife asked. ”Maybe we can still help that anima!?”
”We aren’t a charity. We have to be in Rodwell early in the morning.”
”Michael, what’s wrong with you? Why are you so cruel?”