The Rook Man of Roma Forest

By Don Everett Smith, Jr

Photographer Bartholomew Mullins has decided to end it all in the Roma Forest, home of the creature called the Rook Man. Before Bartholomew can hang himself, the Rook Man will want a piece of him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Don Everett Smith, Jr
• Release date: May 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463159996

Don Everett Smith, Jr

Don Everett Smith Jr. is a true crime and horror writer and podcaster who publishes stories under the imprint Tombstone Stories Publishing. He lives in Central Pennsylvania with his wife, Laura, cats and a tortoise named Flash.When not writing, he is the host of the podcast "Conversations of the Strange" that deals with true crime, the unknown and everything else.He also publishes comic books under the imprint Pinion Comics, which can be found at DriveThruComics (dot) com!

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The Rook Man of Roma Forest

by Don Everett Smith Jr.

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The sun was about to set on Bartholomew Mullins.

He decided earlier that day he was going to kill himself, and he would spend his final moments in this world watching the sun set in a deer stand that belonged to a friend.

Barty, as he was known to his few friends, was huffing down a mountain path that had been marked out by rangers several years ago. On either side of it, ivy stretched and intertwined between the brown oak trees and the darker green pines of the Roma Forest which was located in the heart of the Allegheny Range in the center of Pennsylvania.

With every stomp of his heavy boot, he huffed in concert. When he inhaled back, he could smell the earthy fragrances blowing from the trees. The Roma Creek burbled along the path.

C'mon, Barfbag! Keep moving! said the voice in his head.

This was not his voice per se - oh it was his - but it was from the bitter part of him that had come to life in recent years. It was his perfectionism realizing its unrealistic standards would never be met, so it took on a life of its