First story clip
It was a dark overcast night with no light illuminating the empty field. The only change in the darkness was where it appeared even darker near the ground.
“Watch what you’re doing!”
Two darker blobs rose from the dirt, metal clanging as they did.
“Back of buddy! I volunteered to help, I can still walk away,” the second voice growled back.
“Right, you’re going to leave me here?” the first voice asked, a young male voice that sounded like it was on the edge of a laughter fit.
“Yeah, you and Mr. Doe over there. You really want to dig in this weather by yourself? Then be my guest.” The second voice was also young and male sounding.
“Hell, you about took my head off with that last swing, just want you to be careful.”
There was a snort from the second figure: then the sound of shovels sliding into the dirt started again.
After another few minutes the first voice offered up, “At least the rain softened up the dirt.”
“Yeah softened the dirt so much I hope you put some towels in the car.” There was a pause than the voice continued, “come to think of it we could just walk around and let gravity do the work.”
There were some snorts then a few muffled laughs. “Its probably deep enough now: help me grab Mr. Doe.”
There was a spout of cursing followed by a squishy sounding thump.
“Weeeerrrrk…”
For a few seconds the only sound was that of a few waterlogged crickets. Then…
“What the hell was that?” this from the second voice.
“Well we’re on a farm: it’s probably some kind of animal.”
“What kind of animal makes a sound like that?”
“Hell if I know,” the first voice replied “the only animal sound I know is ‘sizzle’.”
There was a pause as the second person thought about that. “That’s kind of sick, Loni.”
“Heh, it’s not like we’d ever been on a farm ever before. I’m just saying Jack, that it was a dumb question.” The now named Loni said.
“Fine, whatever. Ass.” Jack muttered.
“Weeerrrrrrk.”
It was a haunted chilling sound, drifting in and out on some cold ghost wind.
Loni stood up in the hole, still managing to tower over the surrounding area, and craned his neck looking for the maker of the odd noise. He climbed out of the hole holding his shovel at the ready. After Jack had gotten out of the hole they set about filling the deep hole back up.
A jingling sounded rather close by.
Loni jerked upwards and reached for his flashlight, thumbing it on.
A creature stood in the flashlight beam, Loni’s keys hanging from its mouth, or more aptly its beak.
“Is that…” Jack started “a chicken?”
Loni stood still watching the thing. “The only kind of chicken I’m familiar with Jack, are usually in the form of drumsticks. If that is a chicken though, it’s going to be joining its drumstick brethren.”
The chicken thing fluffed its feathers making the keys jingle again.
“Don’t rush it, it can probably out run us and with your keys…” Jack trailed of as he edged closer to the chicken.
“Shut up…” Loni said, starting to squat getting ready for the jump.
“Loni I don’t…”
He leaped.
“WEEEEERRRRK!”
There was a cloud of flying feathers and enough cursing to burn your ears off.
“Follow that chicken!”