Mystery & Suspense - Daily Short Stories
The Thing in the Forest - Bernard Capes
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- Duration:
- 12m
- Broadcast on:
- 09 Jul 2024
- Audio Format:
- mp3
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Go to thecityofdakono.com for more information. The Thing in the Forest by Bernard Capes. Raven Speaks Into the snow-locked forests of upper Hungary steal wolves in winter. But there is a footfall worse than theirs to knock upon the heart of the lonely traveler. One December evening, Elspet, the young newly-wetted wife of the Woodman Stefan, came hurrying over the lower slopes of the White Mountains from the town where she had been all day marketing. She carried a basket with provisions on her arm. Her plump cheeks were like a couple of cold apples. Her breath spoke short, but more from nervousness than exhaustion. It was nearing dusk, and she was glad to see the little lonely church in the hollow below. The hub, as it were, of many radiating paths through the trees, one of which was the road to her own warm cottage, yet a half-mile away. She paused a moment at the foot of the slope, undecided about entering the little chill, silent building, and making her plea for protection to the great battered stone image of our Lady of Sucker, which stood within by the confessional box. But the stillness and the growing darkness decided her, and she went on. A spark of fire glowing through the presbytery window seemed to repel rather than attract her, and she was glad when the convolutions of the path hid it from her sight. Being new to the district, she had seen very little of father rule as yet, and somehow the penetrating knowledge and burning eyes of the pastor made her feel uncomfortable. The soft drift, the lane of tall, motionless pines, stretched on in a quiet, like death. Somewhere, the sun, like a dead fire, had fallen into opalescent embers, faintly luminous. They were enough only to touch the shadows with a ghastlier pallor. It was so still that the light crunch in the snow of the girl's own footfalls trod on her heart like a desecration. Suddenly, there was something near her that had not been before. It had come like a shadow without more sound or warning. It was here, there, behind her. She turned in mortal panic and saw a wolf. With a strangled cry and trembling limbs, she strove to hurry on her way. And always she knew, though there was no whisper of pursuit, that the gliding shadow followed in her wake. Desperate in her terror, she stopped once more and faced it. A wolf? Was it a wolf? Oh, who could doubt it? Yet, the wild expression in those famished eyes so lost, so pitiful, so mingled of insatiable hunger and human need. Condemmed for its unspeakable sins, to take this form with sunset. And so howl and snuffle about the doors of men until the blessed day released it. A werewolf, not a wolf. That terrific realization of the truth smote the girl, as with a knife out of darkness. For an instant, she came near fainting. And then a low moan broke into her heart and flooded it with pity. So lost, so infinitely hopeless, and so pitiful. Yes, in spite of all, so pitiful. It had sinned beyond any sinning that her innocence knew, or her experience could gauge. But she was a woman, very blessed, very happy, in her store of comforts and her surety of love. She knew that it was forbidden to sucker these damned and nameless outcasts, to help or sympathize with them in any way. But there was a good store of meat in her basket, and who need ever know or tell. With shaking hands, she found and threw a sup to the desolate brute. Then, turning, sped upon her way. But at home, her secret sin stood up before her, and interposing between her husband and herself, through its shadow upon both their faces. What had she dared? What done? By her own act forfeited her birthright of innocence. By her own act placed herself in the power of the evil to which she had ministered. All that night she lay in shame and horror. And all the next day, until Stefan had come about his dinner and gone again, she moved in a dumb agony. Then, driven unindurably by the memory of his troubled bewildered face. As twilight threatened, she put on her cloak and went down to the little church in the hollow to confess her sin. "Mother, forgive and save me," she whispered as she passed the statue. After ringing the bell for the confessor, she had not knelt long at the confessional box in the dim chapel, cold and empty as a waiting vault, when the chancell rail clicked, and the footsteps of Father Rule were heard rustling over the stones. He came, he took his seat behind the grating, and, with many sighs and falterings, Elizabeth avowed her guilt. And, as with bowed head she ended, a strange sound answered her. It was like a little laugh, and yet not so much like a laugh as a snarl. With a shock as of death she raised her face. It was Father Rule who sat there, and yet it was not Father Rule. In that time of twilight, his face was already changing, narrowing, becoming wolfish, the eyes rounded, and the jaw slavoured. She gasped and shrunk back, and at that, barking and snapping at the grating, with a wicked look he dropped, and she heard him coming. Shearer horror lent her wings. With a scream she sprang to her feet and fled. Her cloak caught in something. There was a wrench and crash, and like a flood oblivion over swept her. It was the old death and near senile sacristan who found them lying there. The woman unhurt but insensible. The priest crushed out of life by the fall of the ancient statue, long tottering to its collapse. She recovered for her part. For his no one knows where he lies buried, but there were dark stories of a baying pack that night, and of an empty, blood-stained pavement when they came to seek it for the body. End of The Thing in the Forest. 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