Oh you just might die of fright it's a terrifying time.
Deep green trees hung over with every kind of overgrowth on they Bayou island this young woman had come to call home over the years. Violent red and oranges tinted the edges of the trees where the last of the sun-set shone through.
A dark-red sash tamed black-curly hair into a manageable position as the Lena Dupree lied on top of a thick tree branch. A few bushes rustled and she looked over, wondering what it could be. The longer Lena stared however, the more convinced she was that she had imagined the whole thing.
It had only been the two of them for a while now, Ms. Lenoir had b