There is a rumor of a stream. The rumor goes that in the forest near town, an accident happened. A terrible, terrible accident, years ago.
A farmer was hunting near this stream. He was about to get a deer, however, the storm began. The deer ran away, however, the farmer didn’t give up, nor did he leave. He continued hunting, ignoring the storm.
This farmer was hunting because not many crops grew this year. Only enough to sell, but not enough to feed him and his wife.
“The fish will be dancing in the rain,” he reasoned. “I could easily catch a few.”
He aimed his gun at the river, waiting for one to pop out to its death.
“George!” a familiar voice shouted.
The farmer turned to see his wife running toward him from the path. “Go home!”
“Not unless you come with me!” she shouted.
The rain then started pouring down, and the farmer finally realized he would not catch anything in this rain. Even the fish look like they’re not wanting to come out.
“I’m coming!” He shouted.
This is when the “Terrible accident” happened.
Lightning clashed, and a tree by the farmer’s wife started falling.
“Run!” The farmer shouted.
His wife just stood there, staring at her potential killer. The farmer ran to her, getting ready to shove her away. Alas, he didn’t make it. The tree fell on his beloved with a massive “Bang!”
He fell to his knees, his heart pulling him down, then getting shattered to a million pieces. The killer was on fire, and flames started eating away at George’s leg. But he didn’t care, he was busy reliving every memory with his wife—both the good and the bad memories. Â
Then suddenly, the tree next to him caught on fire. A branch fell and bonked him on the head. The farmer would’ve lived if he called for help, for there was a traveling merchant nearby. But because he just gave up, no one knew they were there, and their corpses burnt to dust.
That night, the night of the full moon and storm, the couple pushed trees into the river in their anger and love. They could only do this because they were ghosts, still able to see the world as long as they still loved one another.
This is why the stream in the woods turns wooden every full moon. This is how it happened.
The Writer Reader 