evil side of innocence, part 1: our town

Any and all of this story is fiction with fictious characters.  The town of Chatworth is my home and I love it dearly.  To live here is to enjoy the mountains, lakes, and rivers.  My hobby is fishing and camping out in the wide open spaces.  Hope you enjoy my tale.

Chapter One

Somewhere out in the country there is a woman who devotes herself to her family and her church. In her pass time, she loves to fish. It's not like she catches fish every day, it's just a hobby when she needs time to herself.

Emily was sitting on the river bank with her fishing pole. Her Bible was in her lap and her pole was hooked to her chair.

She looked up and stared at the sky and then back to the river. It was quite and the fish were biting on the bait she put on her hook.

'The fishing is good today' thought Emily.  For a little woman, she could be fearless about going to the river to do a little fishing. She had killed a few snakes on the bank of the river, but the little green eyed 37 year old didn't give two hoots as long as she could fish. The Lord hadn't failed her yet. Several evenings a week after she got off from work, Emily would go to her favorite fishing hole and the Lord would bless her with peace, realization and meditation.

Emily reeled in her line, and leaned back to cast out the line again, when a movement over across the creek, on the island several feet off the bank, caught her eye. She situated her rod after a few minutes then looked back to the movement down stream of the water. The tiny bushes moved like a squirrel shaking the limbs for nuts and berries. When the bushes stilled, she sit back in her chair watching her line with one eye and the bushes with the other. The bushes lay still once again. Could have been her imagination getting the best of her. Emily went back to reading her Bible as she always did while the sun was bright in the afternoon, and her fishing line was deep in the river. That was her time, her space, so she could pray and read, think on what had been her past and praying the Lord wouldn't let her make the same mistakes again.

Once again the bushes rattled. Emily seen something pink or light brown, she couldn't make it out. It moved so fast; just a glimpse of something.

"I must be seeing things, My imagination is getting the best of me,"  she said out loud to the wind.

An uneasy feeling came over Emily so she reached down and picked up her tackle box, slid it in her chair. She reeled in her line, and put the hook in the eye on the side of her pole. She looked back one more time at the island. There were little, small pinkest little men, they all had tails! Lord, in Heaven above. She reached down the bank and got the few fish she had on a stringer she had caught, and run all the way to the car and shoved all her gear in the back seat, putting the fish in the cooler, she had in the floor board of her can. She quietly shut the back door to her car. Then she turned around and crept back to see if she was going crazy or if there were little men on the island. She didn't see anything, so Emily made her way back to her car, opened the door and cranked the engine, slammed the driver's side door shut, and off she went throwing grass and gravel as she pulled out of the little road that went down to the river. She had to get away form the little creatures she had seen, or was it her imagination?

Emily pulled into the drive way of her home. She went straight in the house and took a shower, letting hot water wash away the images of the creatures this afternoon. She had a feeling she was being watched with every step she took but refused to believe she had seen the little creatures. She turned off the water, dressed and went to prepare supper. The whole time she was thinking about the creatures she had seen at the river. Thoughts about what she had seen give her the creeps. Did I really see the creatures of my dreams? They have haunted me for so long. The Lord has been warning me all the time, she thought.