ChupacabraA Chapter by RobinsuperstitionsI live in farm country, we have more cows than people . Farm work is seasonal and you can make a good amount of money in relativly short period of time that is if your willing to work 7 days a week, 12 hours a day for a couple of months . work -eat- sleep -repeat .
I worked Cotton gins a couple season , in various positons . my first season was the worst - 6 pm to 6 am - night time - usually in fog and highly likely to be raining . being the rookie, I was assigned yard man, my job was to deliver a wagon load of cotton bales out into the yard to specific places as each module or trailer of cotton belonged to a certain farm . One rainy night , I was fighting the mud , looking for an empty slot. my poor excuse of a headlight shaking out of sync with the diesel engine . as soon as I came to a stop, the tractor and bale wagon would slide down the slippery slope making rolling the bales onto the elevated 4x4's a rather difficult task . This was getting old after 4 hours let alone staring at another 8 to go . About this time the guy loading the wagon is feeling the same way and making my job no easier, as the once neat, tightly arranged bales are now just being thrown on . Its now raining hard, just pouring cats and .... coyotes . I'm out there wrestling these bales and one slides over the racks - damn . I run around to other side and a coyote comes charging out of the dark . Yow ! heart rate is way up! I get the bales upright and I race back to the gin for the next load - I'm standing there wet, cold, and a little wide-eyed and one of the guys says " hey holmes' you alright " . I looked at him and I said "Man, I keep seeing things running around out there" , He sort of brushes it off and eventually it is lunchtime , half an hour with some of it dedicated to maintainence. we are sitting around sharing our icechests ( you eat a lot working 12 hour days ) when homeboy looks over and says "so holmes what did you see out there ? , these guys want to know " . This stops the rest of the crews jabbering and I said "I dont know rabbits , big rabbits , coyote, I couldnt really tell, they moved too fast ", I heard one whisper Chupacabra and everyone stood up and they all begin a distorted chant of Chupacabra, Chupacabra, I mean some of these guys looked plain ol', flat scared shitless . I then ask "What's a Chupacabra" "Its a monster!" as one jumped up from his chair . Quickly each other threw in their description. " its like giant rabbit with fangs" as one stuck his teeth out and hopped around , "it jumps and then UHHHHH" as he thrust his hand into the air snatching an invisble throat, then shaking it with great drama towards the floor . The others were equally animated, their versions with words I never learned in spanish. I knew sangre - blood - and it was mixed into most of this now rising hysteria . Our boss returns from the office , walking into this melee of gyrating arms and wide eyes , wondering aloud "what in the hell is going on ?" All together they turn , look at him and yell "Chupacabra! " He then looks at me and says "Amaral ,what in the hell are you doing, you know I can't find another crew this time of night "...
I had my fun , but sometimes in that drizzly fog , under a moonless light . . . nah ...
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8 Reviews Added on August 20, 2010 Last Updated on September 29, 2010 Tags: chupacabra, ghosts, monsters, work AuthorRobinCAAboutI am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express . Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..Writing
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