This night could not have been better. The cool night June air. The smell of the tall Georgia pines. And this clean and flat dirt road that seems to go for miles deep into the vast Georgia woods.
A night that finds myseft, Jimmy and Ronnie with 3 girls we picked up on Peachtree St.
Don,t know the name of the girl That's sitting beside me as I drive my car slowly down this dirt road. I guess I don't care what her name is. Won't see her again after tonight. We'll all do what we droved down here to do. And then we'll take them back to where we picked them up at.
Never been on this old dirt road before. There's a lot of dirt roads in Georgia. A lot of woods.
This one seems a little differnt than the many dirt roads we've been on before. Don,t seem to be a place to pull over a little. And there don,t seem to be a place to trun around.
Ofcourse most all dirt roads in Georgia are tractor roads. They lead to crop fields that are deep in the woods. So we'll come to a field sonner or later.
Well I just stoped. This chick next to me is fine. And we'll just get out of the car and take a little walk. So we find our sefts walking up the dirt road.
And I think she don,t care what my name is either. We both know what we're here for. Names don't matter.
What's that? she saids. There's somthing there. I said don't worry, It's a bobcat or somthing. Then I kissed her. And in an instant she was gone.
I stood there wondering what had just happen.
Somthing had come out of the woods and grabed her fast. I jumped into the woods. Somthing jumped on me. I fought it off. But it bit the hell out of me.
Then I could see what was left of her body. A little flesh and a lot of blood.
At that monment I seen this thing. It,s about 3ft. tall. It's legs and arms are nothing but sticks. Real sticks. Wooded sticks. Everything about it was sticks. Stick hands, stick feet. It's head was of a 1000 little sticks. Holes where eye should be. Sticks like daggers for teeth.
It stood there looking at me. It had killed her and bit me. Now I,m waiting for it to jump at me. But it jumps away.
I run back to the car. But I can,t seem to get there. I fall on the dirt road.
Somthing is happening to me. I'm changing. Truning to wood.
Turning into a stick thing. I rise. I am a Hickory man. I walk up to the car.
Someone inside saids, What's that.