The trees stand silent. There seems to be no wind. A cold chill will run down the mountain side and glides over the land.
A dark shadows with revengeful intentions slides in the dark of the night and blends in with the shadows of the country village.
It stands tall with the lamp post and sit silent with the shadow of the garbage box.
In the shadow it may look like an animal but bigger and when you see the eyes they have a deep green moonlight flame in it.
The legend goes that once every 15 years the shade of the Screwpoint mountain comes to the local village to hunt and feed. It is longing for blood.
It is well known that the townsmen of old killed a moose in the deep of a moonless night on the eve of the thirteenth Friday.
Since then the spirit of the mountain comes down to haunt the villagers and hunt for one of them. To settle the payment. To take blood. For the moose that was killed was the guardian of the land. A protector of them all. When it was killed by the people the spirits that roam the lands were enraged and destined to curse them all.
As payment the township puts 10 live goats out in the town every 15 years at night so the spirit takes one. Until now the spirits took it and stayed calm due to the offering and sacrifice in blood.
But today is different. This spirit is the power of them all and it isn’t settling for a goat, or any animal. It only want to settle with human blood. So it is sneaking around town. At the same time the goats ignoring it is looking for the one human that is careless.
The wind doesn’t blow while the shade slithers in the streets. Nature holds it breath and even the sounds cannot reach any ears.
In the houses doors are locked, gates are closed and no one dares to be outside. No human should be going outside on this godless night.
But the spirit sense something. Smell of blood. Different than before. Coming from a distant shed. A small light is on. Inside is a young couple, not aware of the danger outside. Unaware of the legend of these lands. They stay overnight due to a broken car. Using the small shed as a moment of love. A moment of passion.
The door opens with a crackling sound and the flame of the light dances in the wind. The guy looks and sees nothing, he stands up and walks to the door and closes it and locks it with a wooden bar.
He returns to his girl, and looks at her. She looks different. In the shining light of the flame her beauty seems to light up. She looks even more gorgeous than before and he feels a warm feeling get into his body. He doesn’t understand the difference and didn’t see the shade gently went inside her body.
But with a soft touch of her hands he is under the charm of her spell, possessed by the spirit they make love all night. They both lose the innocence and under the watchful eye of the spirit they create new life.
Blood had then been taken and the mountain spirit settles with the payment. It takes the unborn kid, and sets itself in its place. To be born again, as a child. With a thirst for blood.
And it starts with love of family……………and their blood.
–MH-
