The Enormously Tall Monsters That Shake The Ground When They Come

Horror, Short Story

Early morning is a gray thing in Appalachia, cast shadows of the sloping hills bleed into the languid mists that settle in the Shenandoah valley at this time of year. Almost too still in how they move sometimes. As if the brown and red and orange leaves of the trees are rolling past you, pushing the mountains like old man backs past the ground fog. And the light that filters through, when it can filter through, makes it hard to see what walks in the distance. Almost lets nomads like us forget the enormously tall monsters that shake the ground when they come…

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