The Pools of Ebony

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two brothers explore the nearby woods to keep themselves from being bored. What they find may be more excitement than they would've liked.

Submitted: July 27, 2017

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Submitted: July 27, 2017



The nearby woods were feared by nearly every kid in the neighborhood, but for Luke and his brother Andrew, it was a second home. Every day after school they would spend hours exploring them, seeing if they could find some sort of lost treasure. They both were aware of how unlikely it was that they would actually find anything, but in a small town like theirs there wasn’t really anything better to do.

With each day, they trekked deeper and deeper into the woods, but always made sure they could see the street light, so they would know when it was time to head back. However, today they decided to go just a little bit further. There was still a little bit of day light left, so they felt it would be okay.

Before too long, Luke felt his sock start getting soaked through his shoe. He looked down and saw that he stepped in a puddle. He withdrew his foot and shook off as much of the water as he could. Once he had dried off his foot as best he could, he crouched down to inspect the water, for it had not rained in days. He dipped his finger, and immediately could tell it wasn’t water, with it being so thick and syrup-like.

Andrew came over and shined his phone light on the liquid. Whatever it was, it was perfectly black. A thought then occurred to Luke “This has to be pure oil! We’re rich!” He shouted. Immediately, images of private jets, gigantic mansions, and beautiful girls raced through his mind. They couldn’t believe they had actually found treasure out here.

Those hopeful thoughts came to an abrupt end when Luke held the bit of liquid on his finger to his nose. His face contorted at the smell. He shook his head. “This is definitely not oil.” With their dad being a mechanic, the brothers were all too familiar with the smell of oil, and that was certainly not it. With that realization, they both let out a deep sigh. Before they could ponder on what the liquid could be, Andrew looked up, and immediately started tapping his brother’s shoulder. When Luke looked over, Andrew pointed up at the sky. There was hardly any daylight left. Their hearts immediately filled with fear. “Oh man! We are so grounded!” Luke exclaimed.

They turned to sprint back to the neighborhood, and almost took their first steps when they heard a low growl. The fear of being grounded now paled in comparison to the fear they felt now. Slowly, they looked over their shoulders to find a pure black wolf with glowing ruby eyes was behind them, crouched down, and ready to pounce on them.

Without taking the time to even think, they broke into a sprint using all the speed their legs could give them, screaming as loud as they could in hopes someone would hear them. The woods were now completely covered in the darkness of night, making it hard for the brothers to avoid running into trees. They didn’t even bother looking back to see how close the wolf was. They knew not to slow down even a little bit, or else they were going to be that thing’s next chew toys.

After what felt like an eternity to them, Luke and Andrew could finally see the light from the street light just up ahead. Relief started to come to them, but they weren’t safe yet. Just as they reached the last line of trees, Andrew felt a huge weight crash onto his back, knocking him to the ground.

Just as he turned himself over, his eyes were met with those blood-red orbs. More of that black ooze drooled from the beast’s fangs all over Andrew. His heart pounded his chest as though it was about to burst out of him. He didn’t know what else to do, but close his eyes and ready himself for his fate.

The wolf opened its jaws wide and lunged its head for its prey’s throat. Suddenly, the beast crashed to the ground, blood spraying out of its forehead. Andrew opened his eyes, and saw his brother, Luke, standing over him with a giant, blood stained rock. He then shot up to his feet, and they both turned their attention to the wolf.

It struggled to rise up, and was whimpering as blood continued to trickle down its face. Once it was on its paws again, it ran off into the woods, and soon vanished from sight. The brothers stood there for a moment, trying to catch their breath. “What was that thing?!” Andrew finally asked through his panting. Luke shook his head. “I don’t know, man. But what I do know is that I’m never setting foot in these woods again.” Andrew nodded his head vigorously. “Amen to that.”

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