The Pines (A Love Letter to Jamaican Folklore/Horror)
Nov 4 · 4 min read
If there was one thing that Jordan knew, it was that he didn’t want to be stuck in some backwater town, celebrating some old guy he never met.
Sure the guy was technically his great-grandfather but Jordan had never known him. He’d grown up in Wolverhampton, surrounded by concrete and friends he knew his whole life. It was a far cry from the dusty, broken roads and zinc-covered roofs he was currently penned in by.
Exhaling on a huff, he watched the smoke from the large fire curl in the air. It might have been a…

