Lucas Leeds | Jersey Devil (newjersey_devil) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-04-28 09:30:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Entry tags: | jersey devil |
Who: Jersey Devil
What: The Devil walks these woods
Where: Pine Barrens, NJ
Warnings: Cannibalism
Notes: I seriously thought I had lost this forever, but I found it buried in my gmail. I'm just posting it here for posterity. :D
There is a place, in the dark heart of the New Jersey forest, where few people ever dare to go, even in the daytime. The locals say it's haunted. Cursed. The home of the Devil himself. And true enough, if you know where you're going, you can find a house that's starting to look a bit run down, dark and crumbling and looking all kinds of unsafe. Not at all inviting.
Lucas doesn't actually live there anymore. He keeps it mostly there for the spooky factor, given that his house is actually a little way outside the forest's borders. But that doesn't stop him from spending a weeks out of the year in and around the old house, luring unsuspecting campers and hikers to their demise. Otherwise, how was he going to eat?
Tonight was no different. It was a couple down from Pennsylvania for the weekend, trying to make the most of the agreeable weather before winter set in for good. And really, it was their own fault for not paying attention. He grabbed the husband when he stepped outside to answer the call of nature, sinking his fangs into the man's throat and tearing, blood running down his face and chin.
He could hear the wife calling for him, each repetition slightly higher and more panicked than before. He grinned, moonlight gleaming off of blood covered teeth. She positively stank of fear, and the more he toyed with her, the stronger the scent became. He snapped twigs, ran past the tent causing all different kinds of shadows, even let out a few screeches. Then, when she was a crying, shaking mess, he ripped open the side of the tent and dragged her, screaming, into the night.