Jack and Jill, best friends since they were born. One can say they were made for each other, Their fates intertwined.
Jack has been sent up the hill with a bucket to draw water but naturally Jill offered to come with.
The two skipped from their village, gleefully and cheerfully skipping and singing going up the hill, the empty bucket carried by Jack.
The residents of the small town stared at the two mainly jealous for the Love these two have but they didn't care. They have each other.
The two exited the town going to the hill. They sang and laughed, the hill now in sight.
They walked up and finally reached the hill. The two reached atop and Jack pulled the water bucket. To their surprise they were frightened and terrified when a three-finger almost burned hand appeared from the well and grappled Jack's hand.
Frightened he pulled back and fell, tumbling down the hill. Unfortunately Jill also had her hand on the bucket which Jack had carried and she fell along with him.
As they tumbled down the hill Jack hit a rock in the ground severely cracking his skull, blood gushing. They both came to a stop. Jill hurt in the elbows. She slowly stood up and looked up at the well and the hand slowly went back into the well.
Jill ominously stared at the creature in a terrified and determined look at the creature from the well.
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Black Spot
Short StoryA collection of short stories ranging science fiction, Horror, fantasy and comedy at its center
