Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27007772-20140924012650

This is the first story in the Horror Revised series coming out for Halloween 2014. The begining of the Jersey Devil pasta seems a bit off to me, so I decided to let the comunity decide

--

The familiar cold wind of fall hit the Pine Barrens, turning tree leaves red and plucking them off the branches. Piles of the already fallen leaves build higher, but the next gust carries them, hitting the side of an isolated house with a bronze label reading "Gordon Drale". Some leaves get carried around the corner, and pushed into the banks of the decently sized lake, crystal clear from the drop in tempurature. The leaves stay afloat the water, with only a select few sinking due to holes made by the local catapillar population. The sun hardly up, he wooden back door of the isolated house slowely opens with the wind, drawing the attention of the home owner, sitting in a camoflague openable chair next to a fireplace, still burning but slowely going out. He stood up an walked over to the newely opened door, slamming it closed as hard as he could. "Damned hinges couldn't hold their own weight" he mumbled, turning back to return to his fire. Turning back around, he felt another could breeze come, this time, the fire got even lower.The darkness of the just, ending night surrounded him, with the sun being just behind the tree tops rising. He continued walking, not being easily afraid of this sort of thing after living in the Pine Barrens for years. He reached his chair before long, and grabbed the model 29 revolver he always had near him incase of a Black Bear, or other creature appearing. It was always better safe than sorry. Feeling the weight of his eyes hurt at the glow of the sun, he eventually decided it was time to rest. He made the turn, now with his revolver, back into his house, closing the back door. He attached the lock on the inside of the door, and walked through the kitchen and too the right, into the bedroom. Laying down when the sun rises wasn't usually his thing, but tonight, it seemed right. 