Halloween Story - Week 2; Curse of the Man-Swamp!
Gather round readers, and prepare yourselves for the most chilling and haunting stories known to man. October is the month of frights, as we approach Halloween. Our story is set in the Louisiana swamp, where two wanted criminals get more than they ask for.
Somewhere in the swamps of Louisiana, two criminals make their way through the rivers. One of them, Harley, is small & skinny and with a buck teeth and a scar across is lip. The other, Bill, is big & fat with a scruffy beard and a couple of scars across his face. They are both wanted for numerous counts of theft, rape & murder. From all the offenses they had committed, trespassing on sacred grounds in the swamp is the worst.
"You sure we should be hear, Bill?" Asked Harley, looking nervous. "Shut up." Answered Bill, while concentrating on the path ahead. "That old guy warned us about going through these parts. Says it's haunted." Harley exclaimed. Just then, Bill whacked him on the head with the ore, glaring at him. "I said shut up! And don't listen to what that old coot said." Snapped Bill. "I'm sorry Bill. I'm just a little spooked out is all. I heard there were legends of some spirit that roams this swamp." Exclaimed Harley. "Yeah, the 'Man-Swamp'. An old wives' tale of a man who was cursed to live in the earth as a swamp monster. But that was just some bullshit that those locals made up to frighten them tourists off, to keep them off their land. Trust me Harley, the only thing you gotta be more worried about are them 'gators." Said Bill. "Right now, let's just concentrate on getting the fuck out of here and stay further away from the authorities." He continued, not realizing that there is something lurking in the waters.
Just then, the pair heard some noises, and then a large splash. "What was that?!" Said a panicked Harley, as he got out his knife. "Relax Harley, that was just a 'gator". Said Bill, as he got out his shotgun. Just then, they heard a eery moan. "That didn't sound like a 'gator." Said a frightened Harley. "I said relax Harley, you're lettin' that old coot get in your head." Said Bill. All was calm at first, then suddenly, a large hand grabbed Harley by the head. Harley let out a blood curdling scream before he is dragged into the water, shocking Bill. "No, you ain't real. You're just some urban legend." Said Bill, looking nervous. A few splashes were heard around Bill, spooking him. "I ain't afraid you!" He shouted. Just then, a large figure emerged from the waters behind Bill. He turned round and to his horror, it was Man-Swamp; 12ft tall, a disfigured face, glowing red eyes and body covered in moss, vines, roots and kelp. Bill was frozen in fear at first, but quickly snapped out of it and looked at the monster head on and raised his barrel at it and fired at its torso. A large hole is seen in the middle of Man-Swamp's chest. Bill grinned, but that grin faded away when he saw to his horror the hole sealing up, the Man-Swamp was healing itself. "What in God's name are you?" Asked a frightened Bill. Just then, the Man-Swamp's vines ensnared Bill, grabbing him by the waist, arms and neck. Bill struggled, but to no avail, getting the vines off him. Then, the Man-Swamp lunged at Bill, causing the boat to be smashed and sink, leaving Bill's fate unknown.
A few days later, the authorities found the mutilated bodies of Bill and Harley. The town sheriff gives a public announcement. "After many searches, we have found the notorious Jefferson brothers, Harley and Bill. As you all know, the Jefferson brothers committed unspeakable crimes. And they crossed the line when they brutally raped and beaten to death 15 year old Madison, causing a great deal of grief for her family. A fisherman found their bodies a few days later, apparently killed." Said the sheriff, not caring for what happened to the brothers. "Some say that it was the work of the legendary Man-Swamp, a monster who was protecting his territory. While others claim that the two got in a fight, and fell overboard, where the alligators had their way with them. Either way, I won't take the chance and risk my deputies in searching that swamp. Bottom line, those men are dead, and they won't hurt anyone ever again. And Madison's family can finally be at peace, knowing that their daughter's killers have face 'justice'". He finished as he left to his office, despite the media demanding more questions on what happened.
The sheriff goes to his office, and gets a bottle of whisky and poured it in his glass. Just as he is about to sit down, he is startled by a figure and got his revolver out. It was an old man, most likely the same one who warned the Jefferson brothers. "You should not have lured them into the swamp." Said the old man. "What was I gonna do, let them walk out?" Said the sheriff, hinting that he knew that Bill and Harley would go to their dooms. "Back then, it was just a simple hanging a murder. Now, thick headed animals like the Jeffersons somehow get good lawyers on their side, and they walk away to commit again. You and I both know the legend of the Man-Swamp." He finished. "Yes I do; years ago, a slave was left for dead by his masters. As he drowned in the swamps, he sold his soul Satan to seek vengeance on those who did him and his people harm. So he was cursed to walk the earth as part man and part swamp. Now, whoever trespass on his swamp would meet a violent end." Said the old man. "Yet you use the Man-Swamp as your personally hitman, to kill whoever who see fit." He continued, angrily. "Get off your high horse old man, I'm sick of how these people pervert justice. Did you know that a few months ago, a racist thug beaten a blackman to death? He got away with. I didn't know of the legend when I chased him through the swamp when he tried to assault another. That was then I saw it, powerful, frightening and incredible. It dragged that man into the swamp. Since then, all I have done is made them go on the run, then lure them to where I want them to go. I don't lift a gun or cross the line, I just let the Man-Swamp do what he does best. It only make sense that only a monster can kill a monster." The sheriff exclaimed. "I will not stop you." Said the old man as he leaves. "But be warned, if you continue to lure the wicked hearted into the swamp, the Man-Swamp will soon lust for the taste of man-flesh. And you will put this town in grave danger." He continued as he left. The sheriff sat on his chair, looking on with a mixture of guilt and stubbornness.
The scene switches back to the swamp, at night, where the howl of the Man-Swamp is heard. As a little ripple moving through the water is seen.
Somewhere in the swamps of Louisiana, two criminals make their way through the rivers. One of them, Harley, is small & skinny and with a buck teeth and a scar across is lip. The other, Bill, is big & fat with a scruffy beard and a couple of scars across his face. They are both wanted for numerous counts of theft, rape & murder. From all the offenses they had committed, trespassing on sacred grounds in the swamp is the worst.
"You sure we should be hear, Bill?" Asked Harley, looking nervous. "Shut up." Answered Bill, while concentrating on the path ahead. "That old guy warned us about going through these parts. Says it's haunted." Harley exclaimed. Just then, Bill whacked him on the head with the ore, glaring at him. "I said shut up! And don't listen to what that old coot said." Snapped Bill. "I'm sorry Bill. I'm just a little spooked out is all. I heard there were legends of some spirit that roams this swamp." Exclaimed Harley. "Yeah, the 'Man-Swamp'. An old wives' tale of a man who was cursed to live in the earth as a swamp monster. But that was just some bullshit that those locals made up to frighten them tourists off, to keep them off their land. Trust me Harley, the only thing you gotta be more worried about are them 'gators." Said Bill. "Right now, let's just concentrate on getting the fuck out of here and stay further away from the authorities." He continued, not realizing that there is something lurking in the waters.
Just then, the pair heard some noises, and then a large splash. "What was that?!" Said a panicked Harley, as he got out his knife. "Relax Harley, that was just a 'gator". Said Bill, as he got out his shotgun. Just then, they heard a eery moan. "That didn't sound like a 'gator." Said a frightened Harley. "I said relax Harley, you're lettin' that old coot get in your head." Said Bill. All was calm at first, then suddenly, a large hand grabbed Harley by the head. Harley let out a blood curdling scream before he is dragged into the water, shocking Bill. "No, you ain't real. You're just some urban legend." Said Bill, looking nervous. A few splashes were heard around Bill, spooking him. "I ain't afraid you!" He shouted. Just then, a large figure emerged from the waters behind Bill. He turned round and to his horror, it was Man-Swamp; 12ft tall, a disfigured face, glowing red eyes and body covered in moss, vines, roots and kelp. Bill was frozen in fear at first, but quickly snapped out of it and looked at the monster head on and raised his barrel at it and fired at its torso. A large hole is seen in the middle of Man-Swamp's chest. Bill grinned, but that grin faded away when he saw to his horror the hole sealing up, the Man-Swamp was healing itself. "What in God's name are you?" Asked a frightened Bill. Just then, the Man-Swamp's vines ensnared Bill, grabbing him by the waist, arms and neck. Bill struggled, but to no avail, getting the vines off him. Then, the Man-Swamp lunged at Bill, causing the boat to be smashed and sink, leaving Bill's fate unknown.
A few days later, the authorities found the mutilated bodies of Bill and Harley. The town sheriff gives a public announcement. "After many searches, we have found the notorious Jefferson brothers, Harley and Bill. As you all know, the Jefferson brothers committed unspeakable crimes. And they crossed the line when they brutally raped and beaten to death 15 year old Madison, causing a great deal of grief for her family. A fisherman found their bodies a few days later, apparently killed." Said the sheriff, not caring for what happened to the brothers. "Some say that it was the work of the legendary Man-Swamp, a monster who was protecting his territory. While others claim that the two got in a fight, and fell overboard, where the alligators had their way with them. Either way, I won't take the chance and risk my deputies in searching that swamp. Bottom line, those men are dead, and they won't hurt anyone ever again. And Madison's family can finally be at peace, knowing that their daughter's killers have face 'justice'". He finished as he left to his office, despite the media demanding more questions on what happened.
The sheriff goes to his office, and gets a bottle of whisky and poured it in his glass. Just as he is about to sit down, he is startled by a figure and got his revolver out. It was an old man, most likely the same one who warned the Jefferson brothers. "You should not have lured them into the swamp." Said the old man. "What was I gonna do, let them walk out?" Said the sheriff, hinting that he knew that Bill and Harley would go to their dooms. "Back then, it was just a simple hanging a murder. Now, thick headed animals like the Jeffersons somehow get good lawyers on their side, and they walk away to commit again. You and I both know the legend of the Man-Swamp." He finished. "Yes I do; years ago, a slave was left for dead by his masters. As he drowned in the swamps, he sold his soul Satan to seek vengeance on those who did him and his people harm. So he was cursed to walk the earth as part man and part swamp. Now, whoever trespass on his swamp would meet a violent end." Said the old man. "Yet you use the Man-Swamp as your personally hitman, to kill whoever who see fit." He continued, angrily. "Get off your high horse old man, I'm sick of how these people pervert justice. Did you know that a few months ago, a racist thug beaten a blackman to death? He got away with. I didn't know of the legend when I chased him through the swamp when he tried to assault another. That was then I saw it, powerful, frightening and incredible. It dragged that man into the swamp. Since then, all I have done is made them go on the run, then lure them to where I want them to go. I don't lift a gun or cross the line, I just let the Man-Swamp do what he does best. It only make sense that only a monster can kill a monster." The sheriff exclaimed. "I will not stop you." Said the old man as he leaves. "But be warned, if you continue to lure the wicked hearted into the swamp, the Man-Swamp will soon lust for the taste of man-flesh. And you will put this town in grave danger." He continued as he left. The sheriff sat on his chair, looking on with a mixture of guilt and stubbornness.
The scene switches back to the swamp, at night, where the howl of the Man-Swamp is heard. As a little ripple moving through the water is seen.