part 2
the tall ones
She shined the light out on the trees as the dogs came thundering back, barking more. Spud was holding his left- front leg off the ground, his pained yelps between his snarls.
Then, "Blue! Blue! Are you still there?" And if there is one thing Vav has taught me, it's that if someone calls out to you in a situation like this, you respond. "I'm here Vav." I heard her mumbling out there, still shining the light out, as the dogs circled her. "GET INSIDE! GET INSIDE NOW!" I was hit in the eyes by the beam of swinging torch light as Vav sprinted towards me, and I had turned to get inside when something stepped right parallel to me, off the verandah.
I only saw a long, skinny limb, about the same circumference as my own, take a long stride towards where Vav was, it had to have been a leg, but it was at least half as tall as the roof, and whatever the rest of it was had to be much taller. I screamed and ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the door, my slippery, sweaty hands managing a grip on the screen door handle, ripping it open. Blue Mon 27 Jan 2014 No.14084874 Quoted By: Then came the steel bar door, and I pulled it open, as Vav's shoes hit the Verandah edge. Once I got inside Vav barreled in after me, slamming the door and locking it. She was sweating and white as milk. I was crying.
"Oh, Blue. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Blue." She was saying. "It's okay. The tall one's wouldn't hurt you. You're a kid. They wouldn't hurt you." It was only in the morning that Vav sat me down and told me that the tall thing by the Verandah was something that hunts the other things. The things that can speak. She told me that the tall ones come from the trees, and they only cause mischief, usually, but they travel after the others, because the others take people. They take children. Vav spent a long time on the phone that morning, and made me stay inside watching my movies. She left for a while, but came back and told me that Spud had died. I cried for a long time, Spud was a good dog. That afternoon, a Ute pulled up that had three aboriginal men in the back, and two in the front. They dragged a dead kangaroo out of the back and left it on the Verandah, and Vav went outside to speak with them.
She said that the things had taken one of the aboriginal children, and left the Kangaroo as a symbol of good faith, to pay for Spud, because they believe that Vav is a bush- hag. A cursed witch. She told them that the tall ones were searching the property and they said that they had called them after the ones who took the kid. Vav said that the kangaroo was payment enough, and they could leave the property peacefully. Vav said that they fear her because she's cursed. That they have to repay whatever they take from her because everything she owns is property of the dark spirits. -Blue. Blue Mon 27 Jan 2014 No.14084884 Quoted By:
That night was the first time Vav had let me see the things out there. I asked her if I could tell people. She told me I could, but that nobody would believe me except the aboriginals and then the would be afraid. There are things I have done now that I know people would never believe. I don't expect anyone to. If you do, great, thank you for listening. If you don't, it's okay. I wouldn't either. But these are the main things Vav has taught me that I follow:
>You cover their tracks to protect other people.
> If you find a body or kill something, you take it to the edge of the property and the others will claim it.
>You never try to take them alive.
>Do not hesitate
> You never try to get payment from them, or use them to claim payment in any way.
>Do not keep souvenirs.
>They are not people; they have no grasp of human logic or emotions. I will post more stories chronologically of Me and Vav, if anybody wants to read them. It's about time for some spoopy OC on here anyway, fuck you and your tarot threads. -Blue Blue Mon 27 Jan 2014 No.14084914 Quoted By:
When I was ten, my baby sister was a squalling little thing. Pink and pudgy. My parents were fighting, so my mum packed us all up and brought us to aunt Vav's house while my dad was working away. I think my mum was lonely. It seems to be a trait in my family. Being lonely. My mum would spend the days laughing and cooing at the baby, while systematically ignoring me. "Blue." Aunt Vav would say, "Come help me mend a piece of fence." I wondered why my mum was getting so distant towards me, I think it was because I look so much like my dad. I have his thick red hair; I have his blue eyes, paler than my mothers. I have always wondered if she truly hates me or is disgusted by me because I am the reason she married my dad.
Whenever I used to worry myself sick about it, with no other kids to play with, Aunt Vav would be there. "Blue," She would always begin, then, Come on, we're going for a swim, let's go for a drive, come help me check the water tank, come read to me, lets paint, let's go looking for quartz, come with me into town. Blue Mon 27 Jan 2014 No.14084921 Quoted By: So I did those things, and throughout these seemingly ordinary chores, Vav would bestow upon me small tidbits of information regarding things that had become a secondary part of my life for a little under a year. I would half-listen to her telling me stories about aboriginal cryptids, dreamtime stories, telling me which parts were true and which parts were false. All the while my mother became closer and closer to my baby sister Sandy, and further from me. I think that is why
I care for Vav so much, the amount she raised me while
my mother and I grew apart was what caused me to act
how I did.
Anyway, one of those days my dad shows up at the house,
Vav takes me and the baby out so they can fight/talk it
out. The entire time Vav looks annoyed, probably because
she can't smoke around the baby, while my parents are
yelling awful things at each other. It's pretty hot out but I
decide to go exploring anyway, and take some of the dogs
with me, and Vav stays with Sandy.
Usually I don't go into the bush without Vav, because she's
told me not to, (also snakes and shit), but I was so angry
that I ended up going around the back of the house and
into the bushes and trees. I ended up picking up a long
stick and beating the shit out of a tree-trunk, until I was
exhausted enough to finally cry about the situation.
That was when I heard the humming. A deep, low hum
that was continuous, without melody.
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