's 2020 Horror Write-off:


Submitted by The Bee Keeper

You can call him Bill.

It is not his name, but it’s close enough.

He came to our town some thirty years ago.

Bill was not born until five years ago.

He has the head of a deer devoid of flesh. 

Ten points, not that it’d matter to any hunter.

He has long arms and long fingers.

Six forelimbs below that. Writhing, malformed hooved things.

His body is but a simple rough black cloth that hangs in the air.

He’s got a bad limp, with no actual legs to speak of.

A man went missing in the woods five years ago.

Bill had smashed up the man’s van pretty good.

Apparently, there was a child in the road at the time.

His body was found at the bottom of a tree lined cliff, 

Entangled with that of a buck.

The buck had charged him, over the edge, into space.

And there they lay.

A tangled heap.