Cindy Barnes
Joined January 2021
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Night Prey
The old owl, worn and weathered by the years, perched atop of the large barn at the back of Hank’s property. Hank had just turned onto the long drive that would lead him back to the barn. The barn where the owl waited and watched nightly. Their usual routine had grown into a comfortable fit for both of them. As Hank would get out of his old van and grab his take for the night he never failed to look up and greet the owl with a little “Hello Jim.” Hank had been calling the old owl Jim since he inherited the property from his father eight years ago.
By Cindy Barnes3 years ago in Horror