All Leads Lead to the Leed's Devil [4/4]
anonymous
May 27 2009, 03:12:16 UTC
A Couple of Weeks Later
“Mr. Kirkland, sir?” England looked up at the door where one of the newer secretaries stood.
“Yes, what is it?”
“I have a letter for you, sir, from a Mr. Jones.”
England let out a bark of laughter. “I thought I told you to chuck any letters from any Mr. Jones.”
“Well, you did, sir, but Mr. Jones sent to letters. One addressed to you, and one addressed to, and I quote, ‘the unlucky sap who has to give Artie his mail’ and it asked that we make sure you get this letter and implore you to read it. He claims it is a matter of national importance.”
England sighed. That ex-colony of his could be annoying at times. “Fine. Let me have the letter, then.” The letter was pressed into his hand and, as quickly as he could, the ‘unlucky sap’ was out the door.
As he opened the letter, England expected it to be full of America’s so-called heroic rambling and going on and on about how awesome he was. What he didn’t expect was the shaky handwriting that reminded him of a scared child’s.
“January 22, 2009. Dear England. How are you? Fine, I hope. Well, how do I put this? I’m sorry I ever mocked you for seeing fairies and, well, you know, being into that magical stuff. I always thought you were insane because of all of those civil wars. What brought this around? Well, have you heard about the Devil hidden somewhere in my east coast? I always thought it was just a ghost story, but this whole week has been a week of terror. There were all of these sightings and like, the only proof of anything being weird were these tracks that were ridiculous. They would jump six-feet high, they would squeeze under eight-inch spaces, they would disappear into thin air, and other weird things like that. People kept claiming to see this beast, but I never once was able to talk to these witnesses, and you know how second hand information can be inaccurate, right? But then, get this, last night I actually saw it! It had these really short arms, really long legs, wings, horns on its head, a really scary face…it was like something out of my worst nightmare! I chased it, but it disappeared before I could catch up to it completely. I’m fairly positive it was just my lack of sleep and my mind playing tricks on me, but then there was a report of this woman’s dog being attacked and then someone shot it (the Devil, I mean, not the dog. The dog reportedly lived) and so it should have been dead, right? But then, this morning, there were more bizarre tracks! England, my people are scared and I don’t know what to do. The supernatural has always been your thing, you know? Do you have any advice? Please say you do. You know I don’t like asking you for help, but this is your area of expertise…I’ll promise to stop mocking you for believing in magic for a little while, anyway . I really really hope to hear from you soon! Love, the awesome America,” England read aloud, amused despite himself.
America was asking for his help? Well, maybe he would help...maybe. Not tonight though. Tonight would be spent relishing this rare moment. Then again, America had to be scared since he asked him for help. What could it hurt to give a few pieces of advice? Still wavering between his choices, England called his secretary for a new cup of tea. Having some tea would help to make his decision easier.
“Mr. Kirkland, sir?” England looked up at the door where one of the newer secretaries stood.
“Yes, what is it?”
“I have a letter for you, sir, from a Mr. Jones.”
England let out a bark of laughter. “I thought I told you to chuck any letters from any Mr. Jones.”
“Well, you did, sir, but Mr. Jones sent to letters. One addressed to you, and one addressed to, and I quote, ‘the unlucky sap who has to give Artie his mail’ and it asked that we make sure you get this letter and implore you to read it. He claims it is a matter of national importance.”
England sighed. That ex-colony of his could be annoying at times. “Fine. Let me have the letter, then.” The letter was pressed into his hand and, as quickly as he could, the ‘unlucky sap’ was out the door.
As he opened the letter, England expected it to be full of America’s so-called heroic rambling and going on and on about how awesome he was. What he didn’t expect was the shaky handwriting that reminded him of a scared child’s.
“January 22, 2009. Dear England. How are you? Fine, I hope. Well, how do I put this? I’m sorry I ever mocked you for seeing fairies and, well, you know, being into that magical stuff. I always thought you were insane because of all of those civil wars. What brought this around? Well, have you heard about the Devil hidden somewhere in my east coast? I always thought it was just a ghost story, but this whole week has been a week of terror. There were all of these sightings and like, the only proof of anything being weird were these tracks that were ridiculous. They would jump six-feet high, they would squeeze under eight-inch spaces, they would disappear into thin air, and other weird things like that. People kept claiming to see this beast, but I never once was able to talk to these witnesses, and you know how second hand information can be inaccurate, right? But then, get this, last night I actually saw it! It had these really short arms, really long legs, wings, horns on its head, a really scary face…it was like something out of my worst nightmare! I chased it, but it disappeared before I could catch up to it completely. I’m fairly positive it was just my lack of sleep and my mind playing tricks on me, but then there was a report of this woman’s dog being attacked and then someone shot it (the Devil, I mean, not the dog. The dog reportedly lived) and so it should have been dead, right? But then, this morning, there were more bizarre tracks! England, my people are scared and I don’t know what to do. The supernatural has always been your thing, you know? Do you have any advice? Please say you do. You know I don’t like asking you for help, but this is your area of expertise…I’ll promise to stop mocking you for believing in magic for a little while, anyway . I really really hope to hear from you soon! Love, the awesome America,” England read aloud, amused despite himself.
America was asking for his help? Well, maybe he would help...maybe. Not tonight though. Tonight would be spent relishing this rare moment. Then again, America had to be scared since he asked him for help. What could it hurt to give a few pieces of advice? Still wavering between his choices, England called his secretary for a new cup of tea. Having some tea would help to make his decision easier.
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And that's it. I hope you guys enjoyed it :)
http://www.njdevilhunters.com/1909.html <--This is where I got most of my sightings. I used Wikipedia to make sure I was placing the towns in the right counties.
For extra reading on the Jersey Devil, you can look at some of the following sites, or just do a Google search :)
http://www.strangemag.com/jerseydevil1.html
http://www.njhm.com/questionjerseydevil.htm
http://www.aclink.org/HISTORY/mainpages/jerseydevil.asp.
Also, I highly recommend the book "Weird NJ." It's full of other legends and myths found in the state of New Jersey, and I do believe the creators have made books for other states, as well :)
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