An Old Barn pt.2

It Was A Creepy, Old Barn.


The barn was beside my uncles yard, at the base of a hill, and belonged to a farmer who lived nearby at the top. It was an old, small barn, but big enough for a dozen cows or so. It had a rusty, sheet metal roof, a splintered, wood panel siding, and a large, water trough always filled and sitting outside. Close by was a road. And between the barn and the road, was a heavy steel gate, connected to a barbed wire fence.
Behind the barn, was a large, rising hill, flattened at the top and spread over a wide, open field. The length of the field dipped down a holler, but the width of the field ran left and butted up against the farmers house.

Up to this point, I had seen the outside of the barn only, but after today all would change. After today, I was going to a place I'd never dared to go in the past. I was going to a place I'd never even imagined I would be. I was going to where the cows were.