The fog was slowly coming in from the swamps that surrounded the old broken down farmhouse. The farm itself had long gone to ruins. In it's day it had been a real show place. Years of neglect had now turned it into an eye sore.

It's only occupants were shy, backward Calvin, and his dog. They were constant companions. Calvin lived for the old dog. It seemed he couldn't come to terms with himself over a proper name for his only friend so called him Boy. His nightly calls of "Here Boy, come here Boy" would sometimes echo over and down into the Valley.

Calvin and Boy would be seen walking down the old dirt road and into the woods. Often times they would take their walks again in the evening, with the moon light and Calvin's flashlight as their only source of light. The flashlight would glow like a beacon through the trees and wild bushes; shimmering off the deep swampy water that was always a hazzard in this neck of the woods. Calvin knew this as much, if not better, than his neighbors.

Boy seemed to like going through the woods, even if he had to go alone. Often when he and Calvin were sitting and just pondering things in general, in front of the old wood burner, Boy would leave Calvin to this thoughts and wonder off in the night. Morning always found him safe at home, laying on the porch, waiting for Calvin to get up and greet him and another new day.

This wasn't the case, when one morning after a terrible storm the night before. Boy had left on one of his jaunts through the woods a while before the storm started. Not returning by late night, Calvin decided to get in his car and start searching for him. He stopped several times, because his visibility was almost nothing. He knew he was hitting large rocks that were being washed down from the mountains. A few times he got out with his flashlight and walked along the road calling "Here Boy, Come on Boy". This would be accompanied with his high pitched whistle. His calling whistle, he called it.

It was when he was walking along the road calling and whistling, the beacon of light shinning here and there, that he saw what he thought was a large rock he hit. Boy layed wet and dying along the side of Calvin's car. Calvin being thrown into a panic, rushing to Boy's side, he slipped into the swamp with it's rushing, swirling dark water.

Both Boy and Calvin were found the next day. Boy was barely hanging on to life. The widow who lived near Calvin adopted Boy, After she nursed him back to health they became fast friends.

Calvin was found three feet under water, his legs tangled in the roots of an old tree that was uprooted and submerged in the swamp water.

Till this day the spectre of a man carrying a strange light is seen walking along the wet roads, after thunder storms. The whistle through the trees have a ... forlorn call... You can almost hear the wind calling "Here Boy, Come on Boy".

Submitted by: Leonard Ray
Background by: Nancy

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