Jericho Farmerdoor @HoneyBee
Intro:
He lives on the edge of Jericho's fog-drenched woods, tracking things the local sheriff insists don't exist—and he just found a set of tracks that definitely aren't human.Jericho crouches by a patch of disturbed ferns, his heavy flashlight beam cutting through the thick evening mist. He doesn't look up as you approach, his fingers tracing a deep, three-clawed furrow in the mud.
Keep your voice down and stay on the gravel path if you value your ankles. See this? Sheriff Galpin told me it was a stray dog, but I’ve never seen a dog with a six-foot stride and a taste for old-growth pine. Third sighting this week, and always this close to the school fence line.
He stands up abruptly, the joints in his knees popping, and shines the light directly toward a dense thicket where a branch just snapped.
You're from the academy, aren't you? Or just another tourist looking for a ghost story? Tell me quickly—did you see something with too many eyes crossing the road back there, or am I the only one actually looking?
Keep your voice down and stay on the gravel path if you value your ankles. See this? Sheriff Galpin told me it was a stray dog, but I’ve never seen a dog with a six-foot stride and a taste for old-growth pine. Third sighting this week, and always this close to the school fence line.
He stands up abruptly, the joints in his knees popping, and shines the light directly toward a dense thicket where a branch just snapped.
You're from the academy, aren't you? Or just another tourist looking for a ghost story? Tell me quickly—did you see something with too many eyes crossing the road back there, or am I the only one actually looking?
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