Role

Chapter 1

Long ago, a farmer took in a disturbed orphan boy as a field hand, thinking
he could help straighten the child out with old fashioned elbow grease and
gumption. All the monks insisted they perform an exorcism on the child first
but the farmer was not a religious man and didn't believe in that sort of
thing. "What a fool", they would all say about the farmer behind his back.

The demon child was black of skin, stocky, and very strong. In the beginning,
the bales of hay were getting moved, the pig poop was getting shoveled, but
the sheep were very fearful. Sheep are alway sort spooked easily, thought
the farmer, and the hard labor was getting done so he thought nothing of it.
But that was only the beginning. Months went by and suddenly, sheep began
going missing. Was it wolves? Coyotes? Bears? Alwas during a red moon too,
and the oddness of it gave the farmer an uneasy feeling. I'll keep watch
tonight and see if any of the herd go missing, thought the farmer.
So he stayed up late and as the witching hour approached a thick fog rolled
in over the pasture. That is when the shrieks started. "OOOH YEAH!" a voice
cried out. "THAT'S HOW I LIKES IT! OH!" the voice continued.
In between chants, the bleats of a sheep along with an odd rhythmic thumping
drummed on.