haunted forest

I can see the goose-bumps raise the hairs on his arms, Carlos swallows before blurting out, “Them eyes along the road, they… they follow you!” I’m rather used to my interviewees taking pleasure in building their story up from the ground before getting to the good part.  Carlos was different though, he was sure that nature itself was out to get him – as he described himself, he was “a born’n’bred city boy, no shame in it.” He explained that his father had left his family when he was too young to remember it, and his mother had the insurmountable task of raising him and his four siblings alone in the Detroit slums.  Carlos was the youngest of the five children, and when he graduated from high school (he was only the second of his siblings to do so) he moved out of his mother’s home to start his own life.  This freed his mother from the burden of dependent children and she soon started to date again. Carlos’ mother,