Supernatural Beings

I miss my grandmother’s voice. She used to sit at my bedside every night and tell me stories which would seem very hard to believe.

My Grandmother once told me that uncle was being chased by a giant who lived in the shadows of old, tall trees similar to the ones in your backyard.

One rainy night he was driving a calesa – a native coloured carriage being pulled by a horse, all by himself. Until he saw a glimpse of something big, hairy and scary following him.

He pulled up and whipped his horse harder than before. They were moving really fast along the wet and bumpy road. Still at the corner of his eyes there was this thing effortlessly catching up with them.

Like the horse running madly, with nowhere else to go but further down the road, my uncle drove up with eyes closed.

It was not raining anymore. He decided to stop to give his horse a rest. He lied down in the carriage put his hat on his face and slept.

Suddenly he heard his horse. Too tired to get up he just took off his hat from his face to check up with the horse. There was a very distinct smell of tobacco in the humid air. And there he saw the biggest eye he had ever seen – looking through the carriage. It was the giant alright! Too scared to even move his head, he put back his hat on his face and pretended to be sleeping. Through a slit he saw smoke coming out from the giant’s nose, he saw him walking around the carriage with legs as thick as trees, his messy hair covered his entire head.

Just when he was about to get up and cry out for help, he heard steps moving towards the woods. The tobacco smell was fading. Through the slits on his hat he saw light coming in. He heard a rooster crowed twice already – on its third time, he knew he was ready to go home.