Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-9041013-20150618130735

I pushed open the bar's doors, as I stepped inside everyone stare at me, being the new guy in town is never easy, you know? You've to learn a lot of new things, meet new people, get a job and so on. Luckily, if I may so myself, I'm a jack of all traits, so I knew I could make it. I stepped towards the bar tender and asked him for a large cup of beer, he looked at me and said, "Alrighty, pal, tell me are you new to town? I've never seen you before" I smiled revealing a set of teeth that have gone slightly dark due to the passage of time, I looked the man right in his dark brown eyes and said, "Yeah, I am". The bar tender pour beer into huge class cup placed it firmly against the wooden counter and said, "Here's your beer, and welcome to Helsmoth"

Before I could thank the man, he said, "you know son, we have some pretty weird stuff going on here, so be careful". I sipped some beer out of my cup, smiled again and asked the man, "Oh yeah, what kind of stuff?" The bar tender's face gave out a stern and serious as I asked, he ran his hand over his square chin, whiping the sweat off his short brown beard. he slammed his hand on the counter  and said, "Alright, I hope you're not some new age know it all skeptic", I chuckled and said, "No, I'm not like that" and pulled out a crucifix from undeneath my hoody. Seeing my religious item the man sighed in a slight relief and smiled to me.

"Alright, boy, I'll tell you about Angel's Nest" he said. I looked at him in shock, knowing that angels dont live in nests or even visit humans anymore, since well, God hasn't spoken to humanity for a very long time. Sipping on some more beer and aksed cautiously, "Angel's Nest?" with a confused expression on my face. The bar tender looked at me with a pleased look on his face and said, "It's not exactly what you think... Not the traditional kind of Angel, or nest."

The man crossed his arms enhaled some air and said, "At the edge of town there's a really large white house. This house used to belong to a really pious family, The Jacobsons, you know your typical christian family, a hapilly married couple in their thirties and two kids, the nine year old Josh and the six year old Miranda. Everything was perfect for them - they had money, they had a car, a big house. They were your decent folks working their asses of to live the American dream until one evening it all came crushing and burning, in the literal sense.

One night after Josh wore his pyjamas, threw himself in his bed, pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes in order to fall asleep and wander of to dreamland, something started to shine inside his room, he opened his eyes to see something, something out of this world. He started yelling cheerful at the top of his lungs, 'Mommy, Daddy, Mira! there's an angel in my room - he has wings and all! Come here, you've got to see this!' I'm sure that the boy knew exactly how an angel is supposed to look like, I mean that's all his parents ever taught him - christianity, God, angels, holy shit." The man's voice started quivering as if he was going to cry and I asked him, "Hey man, are you alright?" The bar tender twitched his head quickly and rubbed his sweaty hands acrossed his face while exclaiming "I'm good, let me finish the story", he said.

I drank the last of my beer and slammed the cup against the counter, as I wipe the foam from my lips. The old man placed his hands on the counter again and said, "Well, anyways, just a few moments after little Josh was screaming he had an angel in his room the neighbours called the cops complaining about extremely bright lights and an excrutiating static like sound, followed by an exploasion coming from the Jacobsons' house.

By the time the cops arrived at the Jacobson estate, Miranda was sitting on the front steps, wheeping with her hands covering her eyes. One of the cops asked her if everything's alright, she removed her hands from her face reaving her blind cataract like covered eyes crying, "I can't see... why can't I see, Mr? Meanwhile the other cops stormed into the house only to find it covered in blood, no bodies, no culprint and the smell of sulfur everywhere, the strangest thing they found was a pair of white feathers on the floor, inside Josh's room. A few days after the incident, while still a hospital Miranda managed to explain them what happened, she simply said, An angel did it"

Once I heard the word angel, my heart began racing like crazy, my eyes widened in fear because the man was speaking the truth, it's not some tall tale nonsense town's people come up with to make their town a tourist trap, no, it's all true, I finally realized set it.

Now I know exactly what was that gigantic winged thing I saw on my way here.  