Down By The River

Daddy why is the river black?" I asked my father while I played with the little bow on my dress.
"Well,sweetie they say in this river on that bank over there is where the devil himself was said to be stabed in the heart with a dagger made from his own blood.

"He fell into the water and the river turned black." "Is this true daddy?" "I don't know sweetheart it's just a legend I belive there is some scientific reason as to why the river is black." But you little one can believe anything you want."

I smiled my bunny teeth showing as I looked at my father. "Okay I'll belive the story then." He smiled and then picked me up. "Okay then, let's go it's getting late and your mother will be mad if we don't get back in time for dinner.

He said as he smiled and started walking towards the direction of home."oh yeah.... your right!"

I thought I saw something in the dark woods nearby..... something small...something black and shiny...it almost looked liked a.....cross. Then in a flash it was gone.