Hobnail
Fannie Poteet sat cross-legged on her Uncle John's front porch; her favorite rag doll clutched under one arm. The late afternoon sun shone through the leaves of the giant oak tree, casting its flickering light on the cabin. This golden motion of light entranced the child and she sat with her face turned upward, as if hypnotized. The steady hum of conversation flowed from inside of the cabin.
"Ellen, I'm sure happy that you came to church with us today. Why don't you spend the night? It's getting awfully late and it will be dark before you make it home."
"I'll be fine Sally," replied Fannie's mother. "Anyhow, you know how Lige is about his supper. I left plenty for him and the boys on the back of the stove, but he'll want Fannie and me home. Besides, he'll want to hear if Sam Bosworth's wife managed to drag him into church."
The laughter that followed her mother's statement broke the child's musings and she stood up, pulled her dress over the protruding petticoat, and stepped inside.
"Get your shawl Fannie. When the sun goes down, it'll get chilly."
As the little girl went to the chair by the fireplace to retrieve her wrap, her uncle came in from the back with a lantern.
"You'll need this Ellen. The wick is new and I've filled it up for you."
"I appreciate it Johnny," Ellen said. "I'll have Lige bring it back when he goes to town next week."
Ellen kissed her younger brother good-bye and hugged Sally gently. Patting her sister-in-law on her swollen belly, she said," I'll be back at the end of the month. Don't be lifting anything heavy. If that queasy feeling keeps bothering you, brew some of that mint tea I left in the kitchen. Lord knows I've never seen a baby keep its mammy so sick as much as this one has. It's a boy for sure."
Upon hearing this, Fannie frowned. She was the youngest in her family, and the only girl. After living with four brothers, she had prayed fervently to God every night for Him to let her aunt have a girl. The only other comfort she had was the pretty rag doll that her mother had made for her. Tucking the doll under her left arm and gathering the shawl with the same hand, she stood waiting patiently. Aunt Sally kissed her lightly on the cheek and squeezed Fannie gently. "If I have a girl, I hope that she will be as sweet as you," her aunt whispered. Uncle John patted her on the head and said, "Bye Punkin. When that old momma cat has her kittens, I'll give you the pick of the litter."
This brought a smile to Fannie's face and swept away the darkening thoughts of boys.
Ellen secured her own shawl about her shoulders and tossing one side around and over again, picked up the lantern, which had already been lit. Taking Fannie's right hand, the pair proceeded on the three-mile trek back home. Heavy rains during the last week had left the dirt road virtually impassable for anyone on foot. Ellen and her daughter would return home the way they had come, by following the railroad track. The track was about one half mile above the road. It wound and wound around the mountains and through the valleys carrying the coal and lumber, which had been harvested from the land. Once on the track, they proceeded in the direction of their own home. Ellen began to tell Fannie about the trains and all of the distant places they went to. The little girl loved hearing her mother's stories of all the big cities far away. She had been to town only a few times and had never traveled outside of Wise County. Fannie remembered her papa talking about his brother Jack.
Uncle Jack had left the county, as well as the state of Virginia. He was in a faraway place called Cuba, fighting for a man called Roosevelt. She wondered what kind of place Cuba was, and if it was anything like home.
The sun's last rays were sinking behind the tree-studded mountains. Shadows rose ominously from the dense woods on both sides of the track. Rustling sounds from the brush caused Fannie to jump, but her mother's soothing voice calmed her fears.
"It's all right Child; just foxes and possums."
A hoot owl's mournful cry floated out of the encroaching darkness and Fannie tightened her grip on her mother's hand.
Finally, night enveloped the landscape, and all that could be seen was the warm glow of the lantern and the shadow of the figures behind it. It was a moonless night, and the faint glow of a few stars faded in between the moving clouds. Fannie tripped over the chunks of gravel scattered between the ties and Ellen realized that her daughter was tired.
"We'll rest awhile child. My guess is that we have less than a mile to go."
Ellen set the lantern down and the weary travelers attempted to get comfortable sitting on the rail.
"Mammy, it's so scary in the dark. Will God watch over us and protect us?"
"Yes, Fannie. Remember what that new young preacher said in church today. The Good Lord is always with you, and when you need His strength, call out His name. Better still, do what I do."
"What's that mammy?"
"Well," Ellen said, stroking her daughter's hair," I sing one of my favorite hymns."
While contemplating her mother's advice, Fannie was distracted by a sound. The sound came from the direction they had traveled from, and the girl's eyes peered into the ink like darkness. It was very faint, but unlike the other noises she had grown used to along the way. The slow methodic sound was someone walking, and coming in their direction.
"Mammy, do you hear that?"
"Hear what child?"
Fannie moved closer to her mother and said, "It's somebody else coming!"
Ellen gave her daughter a comforting hug and replied," You're just imagining things Fannie. We've rested enough. Let's get on home. Your papa will be worried."
Ellen picked up the lantern, took Fannie's hand, and the two resumed their journey. After a while, the sound that had unnerved the little girl began again. This time the steps were more distinct, and definitely closer. The distant ringing of heavy boots echoed in the dark.
"Mammy, I hear it again!"
"Hush child."
Ellen swung the lantern around.
"See, there's nothing there."
Fannie secured the grip on her mother's hand and clutched her rag doll tightly. The hoot owl continued its call in the distance, and the night breeze rustled the leaves in the trees.
"The air sure smells like rain," said Ellen. "The wind is picking up a mite too. We'll be home soon, little girl. Yonder is the last bend."
Fannie found comfort in her mother's voice, but in the darkness behind them, the steps rang louder. It was the sound of boots, heavy hobnail boots.
"Mammy, it's getting closer!"
Ellen swung the lantern around again and said, "Child, there's nothing out there. Tell you what; let's sing "Precious Lord".
Fannie joined in with her mother, but her voice quivered with fear as the heavy steps came closer and closer. She couldn't understand why her mother seemed oblivious to the sound.
Ellen's singing grew louder, and up ahead the warm glow of light from their own home glimmered down the side and through the trees. A dog barking in the distance brought the singing to an abrupt end.
"See child, we're almost home. Tinker will be running up to meet us. Big old Tinker. He's chased mountain lions before. He'll see us safely home."
"Let's hurry then Mammy. Can't you hear? It's closer and I'm scared. Let's run!"
"All right child, but see, I'm telling you there's nothing there."
Ellen made another sweep around with the lantern and as they proceeded she cried out, "Here Tinker! Come on boy!"
The dog raced up the path leading to the track and the two nearly collided with him as they stepped down on the familiar trail to home.
"Ellen, is that you?"
Fannie's heart filled with joy as her father's voice rang out of the darkness.
"Yes Lige. I'm sorry we're so late. I'm afraid I walked a bit fast for this child. She's worn out."
Elijah picked up his daughter and carried her the rest of the way home. Once inside of the cabin, Ellen helped Fannie undress and gently tucked her in bed.
The comforting sounds of her parents' voices drifted from the kitchen. Even the snores of her brothers in the back made her smile and be thankful that she and her mother were safe and sound. Before closing her eyes, her mother's voice rang in her ears.
"Lige, I heard the steps. I didn't want to frighten the child. I kept singing and swinging the lantern around and telling her there was nothing to be afraid of. But Lige, just before we got off the tracks, I turned the lantern around one last time. That's when I saw what was following us. I saw the figure of a man. A man without a head!"
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Well-constructed but the end left me unsatisfied. A bit of..
Well-constructed but the end left me unsatisfied. A bit of editing and cutting out of unecessary details will make the pace move faster. There are a mite too many people in the first paragraph - had to read it twice to get who was who - and not all of them add to the story finally.
i think the story is a bit too unrealistic, although it is..
i think the story is a bit too unrealistic, although it is a fictional storry! in my opinion the end is not verry good!!
I LIKE THE STORY HOBNAIL. I AM A HUGE FAN OF HORROR FILMS...
I LIKE THE STORY HOBNAIL. I AM A HUGE FAN OF HORROR FILMS. SO WHOEVER WROTE THIS STORY WAS THINKING ABOUT ME!!!
it is only the story whitch make me red with happness
it is only the story whitch make me red with happness
Not a bad story, but I wish there had been more tension and..
Not a bad story, but I wish there had been more tension and fewer characters. I like happy endings, but after a lot of scares! :)
"I loved the story, and the end is just the style i like:..
"I loved the story, and the end is just the style i like: surprising!"
The story gained suspense as it went on, but the ending..
The story gained suspense as it went on, but the ending needed more. Ellen just blurted out to her husband that a headless man was behind them. It seemed like that was an everyday thing. More details were given about the aunt and the dog and whoever else then the headless man - the whole point to the story.
It was good and it made me of what it was. I also like the..
It was good and it made me of what it was. I also like the sounds of the shoes and the trees. I think that you could have made the ending abit better.
i liked this story. i thought it was a bit scary.i liked..
i liked this story. i thought it was a bit scary.i liked the way the author described the way of the sound the best thing about this story was the ending of the story
I thought you use sound effectively .And the way you..
I thought you use sound effectively .And the way you builded it up slowly was a wonderful.i think you could do a follow up .
I thought that the story was absolutly brilliiant! I liked..
I thought that the story was absolutly brilliiant! I liked the way you used different words on what saught of sounds there were. But the only problemis, is thatiwant to know whot happend next!
I liked the ending part of the this story. It was..
I liked the ending part of the this story. It was interesting the way you you made setences scary.I think there was know improvment needed as i thought your story was fantastic.
the main chilling was at the end but i thought the..
the main chilling was at the end but i thought the person/thing could be from a folk tale this was the best short story i had read the idea of the mother hearing the foot steps but not saying anything about the noise the way the auther used noise instead of what it looks like was very very very very very very very very very very good. and the way the auther builds up the suspence by starting of realily happy and good and then it becomes reaily weird. its worth 999 stars one of the best Ive read. a lovely cliff hanger, not nowing what will happen next, if she gets caught or killed and will the auther do a follow story
I admit that the piece was descriptive. However, the first..
I admit that the piece was descriptive. However, the first page was confusing, what with all of the different characters. I like the way the hobnail guy was introduced and presented, but I dont think Ill read this story again. It wasnt the least bit scary, and the ending was lame. It started out ok, then just dropped completely. Big let-down.
I thin it was fabulous and the ending was the best, leaving..
I thin it was fabulous and the ending was the best, leaving a lot for ur mind to wonder about
i was wondering where chapter two is...that cant be the end.
i was wondering where chapter two is...that cant be the end.
Very well written. Poor ending however. If it were to..
Very well written. Poor ending however. If it were to continue, perhaps this could be rectified?
Reads like a ghostly fairy tale, but was a littel weak for..
Reads like a ghostly fairy tale, but was a littel weak for my liking, headless men at night has been done to dead (pun not intended)
Loved it! A truly scary bedtime story.
Loved it! A truly scary bedtime story.
Interesting story and good tension- but the ending was a..
Interesting story and good tension- but the ending was a bit of a cliche.
I liked it up to the end...I felt the need for more!
I liked it up to the end...I felt the need for more!
I liked this one the way you introduced the headless man..
I liked this one the way you introduced the headless man was brill i like to read scary stories before bed this will defo be one i read before sleepy town
A good story, well written, but the end was a bit flat...
A good story, well written, but the end was a bit flat. Being a father myself it was good that mother and child arrived home safe, but as a horror writer/reader, wouldnt it have been more heart-thumpingly scary to have them turn around and encounter their headless persuer, illuminated by the lantern? Surely?
The story starts off by being overpowered by too many..
The story starts off by being overpowered by too many charachters. The seconf part just starts to become intriguing and then it goes on to becom rather cliche. The way Ellen blurted out about the headless man was rather unconvincing, but the ending left you ready for more so i hope that there will be a follow-up!
I thought the story was beautiful..how Gods love and..
I thought the story was beautiful..how Gods love and protection delivered them to safety from the odd sounds.
I’ll say this again. Heres a tip on comments: 1. ..
I’ll say this again. Heres a tip on comments: 1. Give your name at least. 2. Check your spelling. 3. Make your comments constructive. 4. If you lack imagination, you probably shouldnt be reading horror stories. Most of you people write like you have the education of an eight-year-old. As for this story, I loved it! When you realize that Fannie and Ellen had to trek home through the woods in the dark, you already start getting apprehensive about their fates. I liked the part of the ending where Ellen admits she had been hearing the boots. The only thing I didn’t like about the whole story was the last sentence. Ellen delivers this line too off-handedly. Here is how I would re-word the last sentence keeping it in context with the last paragraph: [QOUTE] "Lige, I heard the steps. I didnt want to frighten the child. I kept singing and swinging the lantern around and telling her there was nothing to be afraid of. But Lige, just before we got off the tracks, I turned the lantern around one last time. Thats when I saw what was following us. I saw the figure of a man. [ENDQUOTE] And Lige, you’ll probably say I was seeing things or it was a trick of the light, but I swear on the Bible I saw what I saw – that man, he didn’t have no head!” Great job Crystal! Write another one. David Garrett, 33, Denver, Colorado
For David, in Denver, in Colorado; you wrote: "I’ll..
For David, in Denver, in Colorado; you wrote: "I’ll say this again. Heres a tip on comments: 1. Give your name at least. 2. Check your spelling. 3. Make your comments constructive. 4. If you lack imagination, you probably shouldnt be reading horror stories. Most of you people write like you have the education of an eight-year-old." And that last comment is constructive, is it? You wanna practice what you preach and check your spelling of QUOTE next time youre on. Well writen story, good build-up of suspence, flat ending... {this coming from a published author of fiction.} Cheers, James.
As everyone else said, Id stress a revised opening to..
As everyone else said, Id stress a revised opening to tighten pacing--too much set up, nothing happens until page three. But the description of sounds over sights was good. The best part was that the reader had to use his imagination to fill in what was lurking in the blackness behind them. But the revelation that it was a headless man was a bit cheesy.
I like the story and it was very interesting. The ending..
I like the story and it was very interesting. The ending was a little lame though, and she could have expanded the ending a little and she could have gave more character descriptions.
very well written story. kept me in suspense till the..
very well written story. kept me in suspense till the end.good job!
This story seemed very amateurish to me. Ill admit I..
This story seemed very amateurish to me. Ill admit I skimmed it - I got bored by the first few lines.
Unfortunately, the ending was too simple and abrupt. There..
Unfortunately, the ending was too simple and abrupt. There was no indication earlier in the story as to what was in the woods or even that the woods were a threat. Throw in a legend of the headless man who turns out to be Uncle Jack . . .
An interesting story. The author has got a very creative..
An interesting story. The author has got a very creative style of using her descriptions to create an atmosphere and the feeling that something is going to happen, much like the background score of a suspense or horror film. But it went a bit too fast. The author could have done a bit more.
The writing and suspenseful tone are good, but the story..
The writing and suspenseful tone are good, but the story needs to be tighter. There are many details that are never developed, especially in the opening scene, and the story overall lacks unity. The ending needs help--I would happily keep reading to find out more anout this headless man. As it stands it lacks impact, but with a stronger focus it could be very good.
Good descriptive writing. However, the ending was unsatisfying.
Good descriptive writing. However, the ending was unsatisfying.
Well, Mr. James the published author of fiction, I must say..
Well, Mr. James the published author of fiction, I must say touche! Let me see if I can get "quote" right this time. [QUOTE]Well writen story, good build-up of suspence, flat ending... {this coming from a published author of fiction.} Cheers, James.[END QUOTE]. I would think a published author would know how to spell "written" and "suspense". I may be wrong, though. David
I really think this story was great! I would read it again!..
I really think this story was great! I would read it again! *****
The first paragraph was a bit confusing. The setting wasnt..
The first paragraph was a bit confusing. The setting wasnt very developed and kind of just threw the reader in the middle of the scene with out much description. I liked the suspense while on the tracks. The way the mother keeps reassuring her daughter and she still hears the footsteps builds on the suspense. I liked the foreshadowing when the mother starts singing hymns even though she says there is nothing there.
I thought this story was great, except for a few parts. I..
I thought this story was great, except for a few parts. I agree that the beginning got confusing. I got confused on who was who. There need to be more description on which they were so it would not have been as confusing. On page two, I liked how you described the trail home of how the owl was hooting, how dark it was getting, describing about the railroad tracks and the surroundings. You got me thinking about what was walking behind them. It made me want to read on and wonder what the little girl was hearing. I think the ending could have been better. I hope you make another one after this to show the reaction to the womens husband.
This was a great story, but there were a few things that..
This was a great story, but there were a few things that needed changing. First, there were too many characters in the beginning of the story, and they had no significance to the story. And the end of the story ended too quickly; there was really nothing to it. The actual story itself was a great story and was very suspenseful. I liked it!
Hobnail I agree that the story was a little bit confusing..
Hobnail I agree that the story was a little bit confusing at the beginning. There were way to many peoples names to remember. I am one of those people that like simple stories that you can just read easily and be satisfied. The ending was horrible and I wish that it could have ended differently. The story had you going pretty good, but when you got to the end, it dropped you like a rock. I should have had a better ending then it had.
The ending was indeed abrupt..I also wish the story was a..
The ending was indeed abrupt..I also wish the story was a little scarier. I couldnt really figure out the point of the story.
A problem a lot of writers have--Crystal included--is..
A problem a lot of writers have--Crystal included--is camera angle--POV. That is, how deep has the author penetrated the character. In a story set in the dead of night, with all the requisite darkness needed, its incredibly important to worry about the camera angle. The writer here has separated herself from the character--main character. We dont get a sense of foreboding through her, only that provided by the author--and that rarely works. Word choice is important when youre attempting to get close to the character, and the word choice here is highly suspect. Too many characters? Maybe. Too cliched an ending (ala Twilight Zone?) Probably. There is promise here, but my suggestion as a professional writer would be to write, write, write. Read, read, read.
I thought it was a great story, thumb up!
I thought it was a great story, thumb up!
I enjoyed the build up of tension in the story. I think..
I enjoyed the build up of tension in the story. I think more could have been made during the walk home section. To focus more on the mother as she knew what the child was going through. The ending left me a little dissapointed purely because I wanted to know more of the man following them. All in all a good story.
this was a intrasting storie didnt make alot of sense, too..
this was a intrasting storie didnt make alot of sense, too many names ,and sounds.The ending is good but needs to be a more scary. (and this is coming from a guy who is esaly scared).
I read this story with my 11 year old son he said he..
I read this story with my 11 year old son he said he thought it was quit good and a little scary.We thought the discriptions were very detailed and the suspense built nicly.Thanks for a good tail.
Very good read. I aggree on having less characters at the..
Very good read. I aggree on having less characters at the begining,since it gets a little confusing. I love the ending eventhough is short.
This was an alright story. Since I am studying horror..
This was an alright story. Since I am studying horror stories in school, i knew that something frightening would happen, yet the ending still suprised me. I thought that Fannie was just imagining the footsteps in her head. It was an interesting read.
I enjoyed this story, however it lacks the scaryness that I..
I enjoyed this story, however it lacks the scaryness that I long for, and there are too many characters
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