Hillbilly Secrets (DionneEbony / Shadows)

[Shadows]

There were always tales of what lurked and waited out in the middle of nowhere for any travelers unfortunate enough to veer off the beaten path. Talks of serial killers or inbreed locals whom were quick to action against anybody seen as trespassing upon their land. Of course, most people understandably wrote the more outlandish of stories as being little more than urban legends. More so the fodder of a bad horror movie than any actual cautionary tale. And in most locations, this line of thinking held true to itself.

But then you had places like this one. A seemingly deserted location out in the middle of Texas. Found more so by chance than any actual attempt at locating it. Not that anyone with any common sense would desire to do so. It was a dusty stretch of land, with mountains and canyons surrounding the three houses which made up its primary signs of any type of civilization. A large shed stood behind the three white painted (at least of that which hadn't chipped away over time) homes. The ground surrounding the structures having some plant life yet more so strewn about with old cart parts and busted television or radio sets than any flowers. In comparison, the homes were the nicest looking part of this place, yet very much had a rundown appearance toward them and a strong odor awaiting any whom may trek inside.

Not that the usual inhabitants of this locale appeared to mind this arrangement, as the two currently left to keep watch over their property continued to lounge about the main house at front while awaiting their siblings return. "Jeepers, when the hell are they getting back with the food? I'm damn near starved to death over here!" The large male in his twenties grumbled while idly rubbing at his pot belly; not exactly doing himself any favors of getting across the idea of starvation as the hairy stomach stuck out the bottom of his messy white shirt. His shoulder length hair in an unkempt series of knots and tangles as his head rested upon the very used looking sofa while lazing about as usual.

"Oh, quit your bellyaching, Jeremiah. You could go for missing a meal or two." A female voice offered as the short, rather curvy white woman in her early twenties finished sweeping the floor for whatever good it would do considering the various stains there. She walked barefooted with shorts on which showed off a set of legs which could go for a fresh run of a shaving razor across the skin, yet certainly had a nice curve to them due to the years of manual labor after keeping upon with her brothers.

"You quit it, Louise! You always act like you's in charge when Zeek aint around." Jeremiah snapped back while flicking a lint ball at his sister; always having had a few issues in dealing with women.

For her part, the younger sibling simply rolled her eyes while raising a hand to brush the beads of perspiration off of her forehead. Her long fingers brushed through the curly strands of dirty blonde hair to comb it out somewhat before starting to walk away of her brother, "Just keep an ear open for if they need any help when they return, 'kay? I'm gonna go pretty myself up before they get back."

With that, the rather plain looking redneck woman headed off toward the other end of the house to spruce herself up by their rather loose standards of cleanliness. "Gonna need more time than they'll take to get back to make you pretty." Jeremiah muttered under his breath with a wide grin; seemingly obvious to the irony of how this smile showed off his rather crooked teeth. With that, the older sibling reached under the couch and pulled out an old, crusty porno magazine which was a good decade or two old by now. Showing no shortage of amusement on his unpleasant features, the redneck male flipped through the pages while awaiting the return of their kin.

 

[DionneEbony]

Down a highway not far from the homes, a car zipped along the two-lane road. Inside were two women and a girl. The driver was Beatrice, the oldest in the family, in her late 30s. She was 5'10", thick and broad-shouldered, with almost coal-black skin. She was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. She had been poor most her life, and it showed in the way she talked. Her clothes was old, from her well-worn bra holding back her 38DD breasts, to her walking shoes.

Next to her in the front was Dionne, her younger sister, who was a little shorter, with chocolate skin and a more slender frame. She had managed to do a little better for herself over the years, and she had on a knee-length skirt and blouse. There was just a little bit of rivalry between the two women. Dionne would deny it if anyone said anything, but she couldn't help but feel she was a notch better than her older sister, who had never graduated from high school, who who seemed to go from one bad relationship to the next. Her sister was the easygoing, relaxed type who just went along with things; Dionne was much sharper, harder to please, having more of a temper.

In the back was Ebony, Dionne's daughter, a junior in high school. Ebony was a smart girl, and Dionne figured she'd make it out of their little town to the state college. She was dark, and slender but with a nice figure. She was wearing a tank top and some shorts, listening to an iPod.

"Hey, I think we was 'sposed to turn off back there," Dionne said to her sister. "I remember seeing it on the map. Some sort of connector to lead us to 78."

"Let's look for some signs," Beatrice said, "they gone mark the turnoff, I'm sure. Ain't seen nothin' bout no turnoff."

Another three miles went by. The road began to wind, getting bumpier. Beatrice let up on the has, slowing the car. "Told you!" Dionne said, a little hot under the collar. "This ain't the state highway." It was then that they saw the old houses. Beatrice slowed down. "I'm gonna go knock on the door and ask them for some directions." The car stopped. "Y'all wait here. I'll be right back." Beatrice pulled the car off the road a bit, shut the engine off, and got out. The houses were about a hundred yards away, and Beatrice began to trudge up to the front door of the first one as the other two waited.

 

[Shadows]

Jeremiah had gotten rather involved with his 'reading material' during the time left to his own devices. Enough so that his free hand had reached down toward the front of his dirty jeans and began to idly rub at the growing bulge which was forming. Enjoying the sight of a sexy little redhead spread out over the pool table in his magazine, the dark haired hick was about to unzip and relieve a bit of stress, when the sound of somebody arriving at the front of their house had broken him out of his stupor.

"Shiiiiiiat!" The male grumbled while tossing the magazine down in frustration; pulling himself up to his feet and adjusting his jeans before marching toward the door while mumbling under his breath, "Y'all have the worst timing for letting a fella have his personal time, ya know that?"

Swinging open the door without a moments hesitation at checking on whom it may be, Jeremiah was rather visibly surprised at the sight which greeted him on the other end. It wasn't one of his kin. Nor was it one of his kind. The large hillbilly stared at the older black woman with some surprise and uncertainty as those beady brown eyes of his slowly soaked in the sight of her, giving a low whistle while uttering, "Well, shoot. What have we got ourselves here?"

They didn't get many visitors out in this neck of the world. Nor were the very few they did receive of the 'darker' persuasion. In fact, outside of a few magazine pictures which were usually ripped out and discarded by Zeek shortly after their discovery, Jeremiah hadn't seen a person of color in his life. That surprise caused the rather unkempt male to gawk for a spell at the near coal-black woman before finally flashing her a toothy smile, "You must'ah gotten yourself lost, huh? Not many folk come poking out around here too often."

Dusting off his hand along the side of his pants, the white male extended his rather dirty looking hand toward her for a shake while introducing himself, "Name's Jeremiah, ma'am. Anything I can do to help a... lady, like you out?"

 

[DionneEbony]

Jeremiah had gotten rather involved with his 'reading material' during the time left to his own devices. Enough so that his free hand had reached down toward the front of his dirty jeans and began to idly rub at the growing bulge which was forming. Enjoying the sight of a sexy little redhead spread out over the pool table in his magazine, the dark haired hick was about to unzip and relieve a bit of stress, when the sound of somebody arriving at the front of their house had broken him out of his stupor.

"Shiiiiiiat!" The male grumbled while tossing the magazine down in frustration; pulling himself up to his feet and adjusting his jeans before marching toward the door while mumbling under his breath, "Y'all have the worst timing for letting a fella have his personal time, ya know that?"

Swinging open the door without a moments hesitation at checking on whom it may be, Jeremiah was rather visibly surprised at the sight which greeted him on the other end. It wasn't one of his kin. Nor was it one of his kind. The large hillbilly stared at the older black woman with some surprise and uncertainty as those beady brown eyes of his slowly soaked in the sight of her, giving a low whistle while uttering, "Well, shoot. What have we got ourselves here?"

They didn't get many visitors out in this neck of the world. Nor were the very few they did receive of the 'darker' persuasion. In fact, outside of a few magazine pictures which were usually ripped out and discarded by Zeek shortly after their discovery, Jeremiah hadn't seen a person of color in his life. That surprise caused the rather unkempt male to gawk for a spell at the near coal-black woman before finally flashing her a toothy smile, "You must'ah gotten yourself lost, huh? Not many folk come poking out around here too often."

Dusting off his hand along the side of his pants, the white male extended his rather dirty looking hand toward her for a shake while introducing himself, "Name's Jeremiah, ma'am. Anything I can do to help a... lady, like you out?"

Looking around, Beatrice could tell this place was beyond the wrong side of the tracks. No worries came to her, however; she had no intentions of lingering here more than a minute or two. If that. She accepted the handshake. "I'm Beatrice. I'm sorry to bother you, Jeremiah, but yes, thanks to my sister's stubbornness, we managed to get lost. Ain't just men that don't want to ask for directions it seems. So could you please tell me how to get back to the state highway from here? Then I'll be on my way and not trouble you again." She smiled sweetly, looking at the room beyond, then back at Jeremiah.