A little something that’s been crawling around my brain for a few months now. Couldn’t decide whether to make it a short story or a poem, so I decided on this format.
Hunting season in New Hampshire is bound by law and enforced by a covenant between the hunters and the Deer God. Not everyone knows about the Deer God, those who do know better than to talk about it.
The Deer God follows a few simple rules: don’t kill a doe, don’t let the deer suffer, use all of the deer. Those that break any of the rules are subsumed by the night a few days later. The Fish and Game Department has never heard of these hunters and the police refuse to investigate.
The Spring is when the Deer God is most active. If you find a deer corpse off the side of the road, expect to see an abandoned car in that spot in the future. Do not investigate these vehicles during anytime of day, especially at night.
Autumn is the Deer Gods least active time of year, provided the covenant is followed. If you accidentally shoot a doe, you will be taken in the night even if you put it out of it’s misery. The Deer God does not forgive.
Winter is when the Deer God collects those it couldn’t during the hunting season. It comes in the night, unseen in the darkness, leaving behind hoof prints in the snow. If you look for the Deer God, you will be taken and no one will know that you’ve left. There will only be hoof prints in the snow and water in your house.
People in the city are not safe from the Deer God, especially in the Winter. If you break the hunters’ covenant and move to the city, the Deer God will find you the next day. Your landlord will let the Deer God inside.
There is no escaping the Deer God. You can run, you can hide, but that will only make the Deer God furious. If you anger the Deer God, you will be devoured by it instead of being taken. The Fish and Game Department will feed your bones to police K9 units.
Do not look for the Deer God, you will find it. Do not attack the Deer God, it doesn’t have a tangible form. If you try to touch the Deer God, you will be devoured.
O those bleach’d bones of that thing that was once a deer
O that terrible silence of that thing that never was a deer
Ye we beseech’d thee, Lord of the Hunt and God of Deer
The night perilous brings thee, draws thee forever near
DO NOT ANGER THE DEER GOD
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Enjoyed it. Creepy!
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