((m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPqZs7Vl_xg">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPqZs7Vl_xg</a>m)<br/>Listening to Roy Orbison help me make this post XD<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> 3 A.M. " The Witching Hour"</span><br/><br/>In the "Red Eye" woods. There had been a cabin which belonged to a Mr and Mrs McKinney. A retired couple. Both wife and husband had lived in Eversprings for almost a decade and a half now. Well into their late 60's to early 70's. The couple had spent a good portion of their lives as decent, honest people. Whom worked and raised their children as good Christians do. Said children grew up to become themselves decent people, and raised families of their own. Which of course has lead to both husband and wife to feel rather satisfied with their lives. Even when the kids had begged their parents to leave that old cabin up in the woods, and both parents said no. It was something about the mountains. Something about the peace and tranquil landscape. The parents had lived very blessed lives, and this small cabin was where they were to live out their golden years.<br/><br/>So with all of this in mind, what occurred on June 12, 2017. Was probably the most "blessed" thing to happen to the lovely couple.<br/><br/>Sheriff Matthew C. Andrews had just arrived at the Sheriff's department. "Alright Matt. Second week in, and so far so good. Maybe I really can hold down this whole "civilian life" after all." He said to himself as he sat parked outside the department. Indeed he had been doing a decent job as a Sheriff. After being overseas for so long in different places of the world. Doing things that he could never tell a living soul. The idea of being a nobody again. Being just a simple civilian, even a Sheriff. It had been a surprisingly terrifying idea in his head. Yet, he was doing it. He was really living the simple life as a town Sheriff, and he not as stressed about it as first thought.<br/><br/>He let out a light sigh. Before opening the driver's side door of his own personal vehicle, an old Dodge ram pickup-truck from the 1980s. "Hey Matt! Driving that old death trap again!?" Inquires one of the deputies whom had been standing outside the station, smoking. "You call it a death trap, but this old truck has a better chance of saving my life. Then the damn piece of cancer you so lovingly suck on each day." Matt responds as he steps out of the truck, and shuts the door. The deputy lets out a chuckle. "You got me there Matt, but at least mine brings me pleasure." Matt walks up to the deputy with a smile. "Think about that response you just gave me Jim for a moment wont you?" He places his his hand on the right side of the man's shoulder. The Deputy gives Matt a "what the fuck look", and then shakes his head. "Go to Hell Matt." Matt smirks. "Already been in Hell Jim. It has shitty beer, but loose women. You should visit it sometime." Both men laugh. The Deputy then disposes of his cigarette by dropping it to the floor, and stamping it out with his boot. Matt sighs. "You know that is littering right?" The Deputy gives him a shit eating grin. " You know I don't give a fuck right?" Both men shrug it off, and make their way into the department.<br/><br/>Once in the station. The familiar faces of the department look up towards Matt. Noticing his presence. Most of them give him a nod. While others just simply turn back to what they had been doing. Ah the warm welcome of the local department. How Matt has grown to admire it. Ok so a part of that was bull crap, but he could understand the thinking of these officers. Matt had stepped in the boots of a man who was beloved by the department. Sheriff Doug E. Jones.  A Eversprings Sheriff for almost 30 years. He served the town faithfully, and only just recently last year retired at the age of 58. The department took it hard, and many of the folks in the town still would rather a local like Doug remain Sheirff. Then a outsider like Matt. Even as a fellow Virginian. Matt had faced quite some opposition in his taking over the mantle as Sheriff. Though to be fair. Matt had faced harsher opposition before. So this was just another bump in the road. One in which he would eventually overcome as he always did.<br/><br/>"Hello Matt. How was the drive over?" One of the dispatchers calls out from behind her desk. Matts smiles. He knew that sweet sounding voice. It belong to a ever so perky, and ever so sweet Miss Suzy C. Lee. A pretty, 20 something year old blond who had picked up an easy gig as one of five dispatchers for the town. By her looks alone. Matt has sworn she should of been a damn model, or a Miss damn america. Yet she choose a simple life, like most people in this town did. It seem like a lot of the locals in this town whom maybe could of better themselves. Choose to stay in Eversprings. That was one of the oddities of this town, and Matt could feel it's hold even on him grow stronger each day. Maybe it was in the mountain air, or maybe it was just in the water. Who could tell? As he thought about this. All of a sudden Suzy's phone rings. "911, what is your emergency?" A loud, and rather panicked voice can be heard over her headset. "It killed my wife! My sweet Margery..it just..it gutted her wide open..Please..Stay away you son of a bitch!" A shotgun blast roars over the headset. "I said stay the hell away!" Another blast goes off. Matt could tell by Suzy's expression that it sounded serious. She looks up to him, and he could already tell he was about to receive his first call of the night. She stays calm though, and tries to get some form of address out of the man. "Sir where are you located? Sir!? Sir!?" Silence, never a good sign. After a few seconds. The sounds of heavy breathing and incoherent mumbling broke through the silence. "Red eye..our cabin in the Red Eye woods. Please hurry...I think it's still out there..I can hear footsteps.." A loud smash of what sounded like wood. Followed by the  growing from some type of unknown animal finally causes the man to cry out, and drop the phone. "Sir!, Sir! Damn it!" Suzy exclaims as she rips off her headset. "A cabin in the redeye forest..who lives in..Wait! That one couple! She turns to Matt. " You know where the McKinney place is!? " Matt nods. "Yeah, I think I do." The whole station had heard that call, and already before Matt could turn around. Sheriff deputies were grabbing their coats, and running out of the station to their cars. Matt too had raced out of the station and to his department vehicle. He could only hope as he starts the car up. That he wasn't too late.<br/><br/>There was a  chill in the wind that early morning. One that had caused most people to close their windows, and turns on their heaters. It was the middle of summer, and yet it felt like a fall morning. A eerier silence had fallen over the town. Only when the sounds of the Sirens roaring out into the night was that silence broken. About 3-5 squad cars rushed through town at accelerated speeds. Their destination. The Red Eye woods. A place rumored to be haunted, and filled with some of the most obscured a person could run into. Creatures, monsters, demons, wraiths, banshees and much more was said to live in the woods. Matt didn't buy into any of it of course. He thought of it as simple superstition. The  ever so creative folklore that the town has grown famous for. Infact from his point of view. The forest was gorgeous as hell. A undisturbed, unspoiled natural landscape that covered much of the outside of the town. Pleasant on the eyes, and when near. Felt welcoming, and filled with wonder. "Matt, you alright back there?" One of the deputies radios over to his car. Matt reaches for the truck's radio mic. "Yeah I'm fine. Just following the circus of lights." He responds with a soft chuckle. The deputy radios back. "Good, I'm glad we small town lawmen can entertain you. The turn up  to the old dirt path is coming up on your right. Just follow our cars, and you will be fine." Indeed there was a small dirt path on the right that cut through the woods. The deputies and Matt's vehicle races up the path, and up towards the McKinney's cabin.<br/><br/>It wasn't hard to spot said cabin. Do the fact it had been built in a decent size clearing. Now with that in mind. All 5 squad cars arrive on scene without even crashing into something for once. Yes that sometimes has happened in these woods. The state of the cabin was not a pretty one. Windows had been shot out. The front door had been ripped apart, and the smell of death filled with the air. "Ah damn.." One of the deputies says as he stood up from out of his car. "Matt!?" He said turning towards the Sheriff. "Not sure..."  Matt responded back. He was not sure what to prepare for when they finally arrived, and now that they were. He was even more unsure of what to prepare for. The other deputies had wasted no time, and already equipped for their shotguns and rifles. Matt too had reached for his M4. That had been placed between the driver and passenger's seats of his car. "Ok folks, standard procedure." He orders the deputies as he places the butt of his rifle against his armpit. They slowly approach the cabin. The smell of death grew stronger as they grew closer to it. Matt calls out about 8 feet from the steps. " This is the Sheriff's department! If there is anyone in the home that is injured or need of assistance. Please stay in the home, and do not move. We are armed, and coming in to assist you!" No response. None at all. That was either a good or bad sign.<br/><br/>Matt could tell by taking a quick glance over the deputies faces around him. That they felt uneasy about this one, and he could not blame them one bit. He felt the exact same way. They had a job to do though, and each man and woman that night knew it. They finally reach the steps of the house. both Matt and the deputies prepare for entry, and in within moments file into the cabin. Weapons drawn. Blood. Lots and lots of blood had been smeared across the walls. Even  thrown about in what look like every nook and cranny of that house. Signs of a struggle, maybe even a fight possibly. It was hard to make out. Matt and the deputies began to sweep through the house. Clearing each room as they did. Not one single location in the house had been left unstained by blood. Add the fact that the<br/>pungent smells of gun powder and death permeated through out the cabin. In a rather " really not wanting to be here right now" moment. That one could be sure that each deputy, and including Matt felt. So when the grotesque, mutilated, torn to high heavens bodies of the McKinney's was discovered. Well it was not the best sight in the world.. Matt could even recall one the deputies running out the cabin to throw up. It was great.. So the next few hours after that incident was really fun. After the C.S.I units had been called in from a county away, and paperwork had to be written up. This was a night that was pretty hard to get out of one's mind.<br/><br/>Later that morning about 7am. After doing his best to not think about said incident. Matt was in town at the local dinner. Sitting down to eat a piping hot plate of what almost could be conceived as eggs and bacon. A tall mug of coffee had been placed near his plate by the waitress, and he was left alone to his meal. Besides the incident that night. Nothing really seems to be out of the ordinary in town. The sky was a lovely shade of blue. White puffy clouds floated overhead. The sounds of birds chirping could be heard all around town. People were waking up. Getting their shops ready for the days events. Just another charming day in the cozy little mountain town of Eversprings.