The Cousin
He pulled up to the abandoned sign like a stealthy spy turning, off his headlights quickly to avoid any suspicion.
He then sat silent and aware of his surroundings only allowing the sound of his low motor running on his white truck to be the only signal of his existence there and now. A Visual was there as well, as the only illumination was steaming from the inside of his cab from the digital dashboard and radio.
He threw it in park (finally) looking around at his surroundings fighting the feeling of intense insecurity of his well being-comprehending his setting he was at and all of the campfire stories he had to listen to growing up and the details they would speak of it.
He tries to reset his emotional state as he knew he was there for more important reasons to explain. As he re focused upon the dashboard in front of him as the clock finally switched over to 3:00 am. 3:00 am in the morning. The quote un quote “witching hour”
The moment in modern times when the “Curtain” that separates the living and the dead realms are at there thinnest. (at Least that’s what Modern folklore reads) or the solemn memories from all the kids that used to ride the bus with him. They would joke all the time of “The Witching Hour-The Witching Hour better get to bed before the black wolf de-vours” a modern monster of modern times “The Black Wolf” was quite the popular one in the 90’s growing up.
