Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

by Brom

An opossum stood before him on its hind legs, thin to the point of emaciation, its face that of a human child, a boy perhaps. Its two eyes, small and black, with tiny pinpricks of light at their centers, sputtered like fireflies.

Slowly they came into focus and he saw them, little impish beasts just like these, hundreds of them, running through a forest, chanting and howling, their childish faces full of fervor and savagery.

I am loving this wild folky imagery

His eyes shifted to the bodies, the man and the goat, understood that he was now a bit of both.

Okay, lets go goatman

The rest of the pack shuffled up, tails down submissively, as one by one, Father fed them strips of the man’s flesh.

Christ 🤣

“Corn!” she cried. “Give me corn, damn you! Give me corn!”

Lmfao