The Forest in Appalachia Remembered Her Face and Followed Her Home

The Eyeless Buck

Driving past a stretch of woods near her apartment, Harper saw a buck on the side of the road. It was huge, with antlers like tree branches. It didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. Just stared, except its eyes were missing. They weren’t injured, just gone; two black sockets, like someone had carved them out with precision.

She sped past in fright, but ten minutes later, the same buck was ahead again. Same posture. Same eyeless stare. Harper turned onto a side street to shake it off, but that didn’t help. It was there too. Waiting. That night, she could swear she heard hooves pacing back and forth on her roof.

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