Kinda out of the blue but I'm lwk stealing characters and concepts from Pressure and turning it into my own thing. Do you mind if I "borrow" Shiloh and do what I want with em? 🙏
I'm gonna need more of an elaboration 😭 like.. borrowing the concept of shiloh or just shiloh—?
Better late than never 😅 This song came out right after I’ve began my healing journey after probably the most difficult and soul-draining time of my life. It means to me quite a lot till now.
“This is officer Joseph Nolan. I am here with Logan Whitmoore. Mr. Whitemoore, could you confirm your identity for the record?”
“Yes, m-my name is Logan Whitemoore, I was born 1982 in L.A. California.”
“Mr. Whitmoore was reported missing the morning of July 5th and was found July 7th. He has since been treated and agreed to describe what happened. Can you confirm your consent?”
“I consent to being recorded for this interview.”
“So what happened the day you went missing?
“Well my work had allowed me to take the week off for Fourth of July. And I figured I would knock off something that’s been on my bucket list for a while, visiting the Appalachian Mountains. So I booked a plane and flew down the day of. Checked into the resort and spent the day exploring. Now, I figured that the best view to watch fireworks would be at the top of the mountain, so I packed up and set off during sunset. Maybe I was being too risky, considering that I don’t have any hiking experience. But hey! All I had to do was bring snacks and water and follow the trail! Simple enough. But when I started reaching the top, it had started to grow dark. Dark and foggy. I figured it was weird that it was foggy considering it was the middle of summer, but I ain’t from Virginia, I don’t know how the weather here works. So I continued on. Only problem was, with the sun setting and the fog, I lost the trail. I don’t know how long I had been off the trail, but it wasn’t until I slipped down a hill that I realized I had gotten turned around. Luckily, I didn’t fall far, and if I followed the direction of the sun- that was when I realized the sun had set. My best bet was to wait where I was for the fireworks to start and I could follow them back to society.
But the woods don’t feel the same at night. What was once a beautiful dream painted in orange hues, was now dark. So dark that the only thing I could see were the silhouettes of the terribly twisted branches of the towering trees. And forests are never quiet, even at night. I could hear creatures lurking in the distance. No. No, not in the distance. Something was near. Something was watching me. Multiple things. I practically threw off my backpack to fish out my flashlight, nearly dropping both items. When I shakily turned on the flashlight, I was met with the sight of a herd of white tail deer. My rapid heart beats finally calmed and I shooed off the jumpy animals. When the rest ran off, one stayed. A buck. Or, at least I thought it was a buck. It had long twisted antlers similar to the trees around us. It’s eyes are what captivated me though. You know how most animals' eyes reflect in the light? How it has no definitive color, constantly shifting between shades of yellow or green? Well the buck’s eyes were blue in the light. There wasn’t any doubt about it. A bright blue meant to unsettle. But with the disturbed feeling also came… Well, curiosity. That’s the greatest sin all humans share, curiosity. But I hadn’t known it was a sin until I was laying in that hospital room, barely breathing.
I approached the buck, I couldn’t resist. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know why the buck stayed, why its eyes were so strange and so full of intelligence. It never ran, it let me approach. Let me get close enough to touch it. I stood in awe, the fog still curling at our feet. When our eyes met, I felt feelings of nostalgia, of fear, of childlike joy. I felt feelings that weren’t mine. It felt as if I was meeting a higher being. And a higher being it was. It would show me that. It would show me that when the creature slowly rose to its hind legs. Its fur started twitching, like something under its skin was trying to escape. The body turned more humanoid. I say humanoid instead of human, because it was not human. The limbs were too long and thin, its finger spindly, its feet still that of deer hooves. There was a rotten smell that felt as if it was consuming me. The skin and fur on its head peeled back revealing its deer skull, somehow the most normal part of the whole. The jaw dropped to reveal a row of teeth that a herbivore should never have.
I wanted to run, to scream, to fight, to do something. But I couldn’t. I was a deer in headlights, I was the perfect victim for a deity who wanted an easy sacrifice. It attacked. I didn’t see what it was doing. But I could feel it. I could feel it dragging me further away from the trail to tear into me. The pain was so great that I couldn’t even scream. But I didn’t die. It wouldn’t grant me the mercy of death. It left me to bleed out alone in the brush and moss. The forest never quieted, like it didn’t care for my pain. Not until the fireworks started. I could see the bright fire through the blur in my eyes. They felt so far away. The fireworks were so beautiful, yet mocking. Even with the loud explosions above me, I faded into unconsciousness.
It didn’t feel like I was laying there for two days. It felt like eternity. Laying there unable to move and unable to know your fate is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I was on the border between life and death until the rangers found me and took me to the hospital. The doctor’s said it was a miracle I survived, but I don’t think it was. The creature wanted me to live, to drag on my suffering and to live in fear instead of experiencing the freedom of death,”.
Logan sighed and ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to stop his shaking.
“I know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me. What I saw was real. It was not a hallucination like the doctors tried to convince me it was.” The officer didn’t reply until he shut off the recorder. He turned back to Logan, with a knowing look in his eyes.
“What you say was not a hallucination, son. It was The Appalachian Deer Witch.”
-End of Prologue-
-Prologue-
Virginia Police log - Monday, July 11th, 2005
“This is officer Joseph Nolan. I am here with Logan Whitmoore. Mr. Whitemoore, could you confirm your identity for the record?”
“Yes, m-my name is Logan Whitemoore, I was born 1982 in L.A. California.”
“Mr. Whitmoore was reported missing the morning of July 5th and was found July 7th. He has since been treated and agreed to describe what happened. Can you confirm your consent?”
“I consent to being recorded for this interview.”
“So what happened the day you went missing?
“Well my work had allowed me to take the week off for Fourth of July. And I figured I would knock off something that’s been on my bucket list for a while, visiting the Appalachian Mountains. So I booked a plane and flew down the day of. Checked into the resort and spent the day exploring. Now, I figured that the best view to watch fireworks would be at the top of the mountain, so I packed up and set off during sunset. Maybe I was being too risky, considering that I don’t have any hiking experience. But hey! All I had to do was bring snacks and water and follow the trail! Simple enough. But when I started reaching the top, it had started to grow dark. Dark and foggy. I figured it was weird that it was foggy considering it was the middle of summer, but I ain’t from Virginia, I don’t know how the weather here works. So I continued on. Only problem was, with the sun setting and the fog, I lost the trail. I don’t know how long I had been off the trail, but it wasn’t until I slipped down a hill that I realized I had gotten turned around. Luckily, I didn’t fall far, and if I followed the direction of the sun- that was when I realized the sun had set. My best bet was to wait where I was for the fireworks to start and I could follow them back to society.
But the woods don’t feel the same at night. What was once a beautiful dream painted in orange hues, was now dark. So dark that the only thing I could see were the silhouettes of the terribly twisted branches of the towering trees. And forests are never quiet, even at night. I could hear creatures lurking in the distance. No. No, not in the distance. Something was near. Something was watching me. Multiple things. I practically threw off my backpack to fish out my flashlight, nearly dropping both items. When I shakily turned on the flashlight, I was met with the sight of a herd of white tail deer. My rapid heart beats finally calmed and I shooed off the jumpy animals. When the rest ran off, one stayed. A buck. Or, at least I thought it was a buck. It had long twisted antlers similar to the trees around us. It’s eyes are what captivated me though. You know how most animals' eyes reflect in the light? How it has no definitive color, constantly shifting between shades of yellow or green? Well the buck’s eyes were blue in the light. There wasn’t any doubt about it. A bright blue meant to unsettle. But with the disturbed feeling also came… Well, curiosity. That’s the greatest sin all humans share, curiosity. But I hadn’t known it was a sin until I was laying in that hospital room, barely breathing.
I approached the buck, I couldn’t resist. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know why the buck stayed, why its eyes were so strange and so full of intelligence. It never ran, it let me approach. Let me get close enough to touch it. I stood in awe, the fog still curling at our feet. When our eyes met, I felt feelings of nostalgia, of fear, of childlike joy. I felt feelings that weren’t mine. It felt as if I was meeting a higher being. And a higher being it was. It would show me that. It would show me that when the creature slowly rose to its hind legs. Its fur started twitching, like something under its skin was trying to escape. The body turned more humanoid. I say humanoid instead of human, because it was not human. The limbs were too long and thin, its finger spindly, its feet still that of deer hooves. There was a rotten smell that felt as if it was consuming me. The skin and fur on its head peeled back revealing its deer skull, somehow the most normal part of the whole. The jaw dropped to reveal a row of teeth that a herbivore should never have.
I wanted to run, to scream, to fight, to do something. But I couldn’t. I was a deer in headlights, I was the perfect victim for a deity who wanted an easy sacrifice. It attacked. I didn’t see what it was doing. But I could feel it. I could feel it dragging me further away from the trail to tear into me. The pain was so great that I couldn’t even scream. But I didn’t die. It wouldn’t grant me the mercy of death. It left me to bleed out alone in the brush and moss. The forest never quieted, like it didn’t care for my pain. Not until the fireworks started. I could see the bright fire through the blur in my eyes. They felt so far away. The fireworks were so beautiful, yet mocking. Even with the loud explosions above me, I faded into unconsciousness.
It didn’t feel like I was laying there for two days. It felt like eternity. Laying there unable to move and unable to know your fate is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I was on the border between life and death until the rangers found me and took me to the hospital. The doctor’s said it was a miracle I survived, but I don’t think it was. The creature wanted me to live, to drag on my suffering and to live in fear instead of experiencing the freedom of death,”.
Logan sighed and ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to stop his shaking.
“I know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me. What I saw was real. It was not a hallucination like the doctors tried to convince me it was.” The officer didn’t reply until he shut off the recorder. He turned back to Logan, with a knowing look in his eyes.
“What you say was not a hallucination, son. It was The Appalachian Deer Witch.”
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