(HORROR Rating)
by
D. L. Charles
Copyright 2004
Frank Pollard sat in his rocking chair on the front porch and watched as the semitractor brought death into Salem.
The sun was bright for six o'clock in the morning on this balmy June day. Frank first noticed the tractor-
"Damnit!" He swore as he sloshed hot coffee over his hand when he jerked his head at the reflected light blinding him.
"Oh, Frank! Are you OK?" His wife, Ami, dabbed at his hand with a napkin as she took the cup. Setting it on the small table next to them she wiped at the spill.
"The light, honey -
Ami stopped her wiping to look where her husband was pointing.
"My, my. That sure is a beautiful truck, Frank. I declare, that must be about the shiniest one I ever saw."
"Probably brand new. Too clean to come far. Mebbe St. Lou, they sell them big rigs up there." Frank studied the passing rig, noting the shiny black tractor loaded with chrome. He tried to see if the driver was a man or a woman, but the darkly tinted windows prevented this.
"It's a moving van, Ami. Somebody must be awful loaded with money to hire that fancy rig." Frank again pointed, this time to the lettering along the side of the forty-
"Says DANIS VAN LINES, hon. Say they move the world." Frank read out loud to his wife. "Says it's from New York."
"New York! My, my, Frank. Somebody must be moving a long way." She nodded her head, adjusting her bifocals as they slipped down her nose. "Wonder where they're moving too?"......
-
Download the rest of this first section
Download “The Salem Incident” Part 1 of The Genesis Tree
