Jamaican Horrow Story

It was a dark and stormy night. Remy was driving his taxi along a lonely country road, hoping to pick up some passengers on his way to the town. He had been working hard all day, and he was looking forward to getting home and resting. He turned on the radio to keep himself awake, but all he could hear was static and crackling.

He sighed and switched it off. He glanced at his rearview mirror and saw nothing but darkness behind him. He wondered if anyone else was brave enough to travel on this road at night. He had heard stories about the rolling calf, a huge, calf-like creature that roamed the roads, blocking the way of travelers and chasing them with a wicked intention. He had never seen one himself, but he knew people who swore they had. They said it had blazing red eyes that gashed fire, and a chain that it dragged behind it, making an unnerving clanking noise. They said it was the spirit of a butcher who had died and not found rest due to his dishonesty in his lifetime1.

Remy didn’t believe in such things. He was a rational man, and he knew there was a logical explanation for everything. He thought the rolling calf was just a legend, a way to scare children and tourists. He was not afraid of anything, he told himself. He drove on, humming a tune to himself.

Suddenly, he saw something in the middle of the road. It looked like a large, black animal, lying on its side. Remy slowed down, thinking it was a cow that had escaped from a nearby farm. He flashed his headlights, hoping to scare it away. But the animal didn’t move. It just lay there, blocking his way.

Remy stopped his taxi and got out. He walked towards the animal, holding a flashlight. He hoped it was not injured or dead. He felt sorry for it, and he wanted to help it. He got closer and closer, until he was only a few feet away from it. He shone his flashlight on it, and gasped.

It was not a cow. It was a rolling calf.

It had a huge, muscular body, covered with coarse, black hair. It had long, sharp horns, and a mouth full of jagged teeth. It had a chain around its neck, attached to a heavy iron ball. And it had two glowing, red eyes, that stared right at him.

Remy felt a surge of fear and panic. He dropped his flashlight and ran back to his taxi. He fumbled with the keys, trying to start the engine. He heard a loud roar behind him, and a clanking noise. He looked back and saw the rolling calf getting up. It was angry, and it was coming for him.

Remy managed to start the car and put it in reverse. He stepped on the gas, hoping to get away. But the rolling calf was faster. It ran after him, gaining on him. It reached the back of the taxi and slammed into it, denting the trunk. Remy screamed and swerved, trying to shake it off. But the rolling calf was relentless. It kept hitting the car, trying to break it. Remy felt the car losing control. He saw a tree ahead of him. He tried to avoid it, but it was too late. He crashed into it, and everything went black.

Remy woke up, feeling a sharp pain in his head. He opened his eyes and saw blood on the windshield. He realized he was still in the car, and it was wrecked. He tried to move, but he couldn’t. He was trapped. He looked around, hoping to see someone who could help him. But he saw no one. He was alone. He felt a cold sweat on his forehead. He wondered how long he had been unconscious. He wondered if anyone would find him. He wondered if he would survive.

He heard a noise outside. He hoped it was a car, or a person, or anything that could save him. He looked out the window, and his hope turned to horror.

It was the rolling calf.

It was standing over the car, looking down at him. It had a wicked grin on its face, and a hungry look in its eyes. It had found him, and it was not going to let him go. It lowered its head, and opened its mouth. It was going to finish what it had started.

Remy screamed, but no one heard him. He closed his eyes, and waited for the end.