Another charcoal from today. Feeling very in touch with my creepy roots.
I’m adding the short (very short) story I wrote to go along with this one. I like writing stuff to scare my kids. ;)
The Woods
by Darcy Hicks-Heller
I don’t like our new house. The house itself is great; lots of bedrooms and a fancy bathroom for my mom, the one she’s always wanted. She says we got it for a steal, and I think I know why; the woods out back. I wish my dad was here, I’d feel safer at least. Mom says that she and dad are “taking a break”, whatever that means. What it means is that dad stayed in Austin while mom and I moved to Oregon in the perfect little house surrounded by a big creepy forest. I keep hearing things in the woods, howls and grunting that mom says are probably just raccoons but she keeps the dog in the house at night just the same. I lie in my bed at night and listen to them, whatever they are. Every night they’re a little closer to the house. I look out my bedroom window and see their little lamp like eyes glowing from the moonlight. Tonight there is a new moon and I won’t be able to see them at all. I wish my dad was here.
