When I decided to record family stories for this project, this is one of the first that I thought of. It is a story that was told to me by a cousin. The image has haunted me for years. It is easily one of my favorites of the bunch.
"I was walking to church early one morning. I was an altar boy and we had to get there early. The sun wasn't up yet. I looked up and saw a dog in front of me. Growling at me. Right in the middle of the road. But this dog wasn't no normal dog. It had a long snout. Like really long. Maybe two feet long. And right then, I knew it was evil. There was no other explanation. Dogs just don't look like that. So I made the sign of the cross over myself and picked up a big rock. But when I went to throw it, the dog was gone."
No comments:
Post a Comment