Creative Writing: Armand's Haunted House

A wide net was cast into the green abyss of the swamp. In an almost mechanical fashion the net was raised along with an abundant, silvery bounty of fish. They flopped in the net, in a futile struggle for freedom. A worn down, tan hand reached for the struggling bass. The same hand transferred the fish to another worn hand. The fishing boat held two fishermen. One was short creole, with almost pitch black, slightly curly hair and an olive complexion. The other man was a tall narrow blonde with a rugged face. “The Sun’ll be set soon over basin, Armand, we bet’ hurry” said the tall man. Twenty, thirty, forty, then an hour passed and the bass were stuffed in a cylindrical cedar barrel. Their scent spread through the bayous atmosphere throughout, for all nostrils to savor. The Armand swayed the oar through the waters, “There’s lots of fish in this lake. heck’lot. And not a souls around to see it!” Armand said as he enjoyed peered his eyes at the overflowing barrels, then to an eerie cypress cabin in

Armand stepped out of the boat onto the balcony and knocked, he waited for a while. After realizing the cabin was abandoned he turned back, but then he heard the old cypress door creaked open to reveal a grey, haggard gentleman with a bewildered look in his eyes, “Why’re lurking in these neck of the woods, you know it’s gettin’ pitch out ‘ere, it’ll be the death of ya.” The old man croaked with a raspy voice. “We was jus’ fishin in this lake and we saw your cabin here.” Said Armand defensively. “Don’cha know somethin’ lurks in these green waters?” the old man looked around in a paranoid fashion, “something wretched, somethin’ that’ll end you two!” The old man looked gazed to the sun lowering into the horizon and whispered, “Aw jeez, ya’ll be my death.” Val scrutinized the old man and Armand, he pointed to the resting boat and said “We better leave this doddering loon to his delusions, we’ve stayed here too