They Will Find Us Eventually

So, it's October. I'm normally not one for overextending the stay of a holiday, but I thought it might be fun to post some eerie bits and bobs leading up to Halloween. Here then, is a bit of a mood setting, short, blog-type-thing to kick off the fun. 

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Two long shadows, aided by the sun, moved slowly through the forest, clutching to the underbrush and silent as ghosts. The two stopped suddenly, happening upon a figure laying motionless in the heat.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Was it alive?”

“Looks like it.”

The shadows soon overtook the figure, clothing it in dark, shielding it from the light of the sun.

“What do you think it was?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I can’t make it out.”

“No. It’s a mess.”

The shadows seeped into its mouth, into its fur, into the hole that had worn into its side.

“It isn’t very big.”

“Not too small either.”

“You can’t think of what it might be?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“What is that, there, on its back? Is that its back?”

“Could be.”

“What do you suppose that thing is?”

“Looks like a tail.”

“A tail? On its back?”

“I guess not. Maybe a fin. It is kind of flat.”

“What has a fin?”

“Maybe a… lizard?”

“It has fur.”

“Not a lizard then?”


The shadows crouched, drawing in on themselves, becoming inkblots on the ground, ambiguous.

“There’s a hole in it.”


“Maybe it was bitten. What do you suppose happened to it?”

“It’s hard to say. I can’t imagine how it died.”

“Don’t even know what it is or how it died. How odd.”

“Maybe poison.”


Tired, the shadows sat to rest, on the ground beside the lifeless form, still staring, overtaken by curiosity and hunger.

“Do you think…do you think that we could eat it?”



“It smells. It’s rotting.”

“But we could make camp here. We could try to build a fire, try to cook out all the poisons. We could try.”

“We don’t even know if it was poisoned. We don’t even know what it is.”

“But it’s meat! We haven’t had meat in so long.”

“We cannot eat it.”

“I think we should try.”



“Look there.”


“In the eye.”

“Is that an eye?”


“It’s moving. I hadn’t noticed.”

“It’s a maggot.”

“So? Maybe we can eat those?”

“No. We can’t.”

“Why not, maybe they’re good for you? We’ve never tried them.”

“There’s a reason we didn’t eat maggots before.”

“I can’t even remember ‘before’.”

“Probably for the best.”

“We can pick out the maggots.”

“There are eggs.”

“We can pick out the eggs!”

“We can’t see the eggs.”

“We can boil them out!”

“There isn’t any water.”

“Why isn’t there any water?”

“I won’t answer stupid questions. Don’t ask them.”

“Please don’t be angry with me.”

“I can’t be angry with you. You’re all I’ve got.”

The two sat still and then, one rose, stretching out again over the forest floor. The other sat, stayed, shivered.

“Will…will they…”

“Yes. The maggots will find us eventually.”

The longer shadow moved forward, not waiting for the other. It would follow when it was ready.