I only lived in Beaufort for a couple of years when I was a young child, but when someone asks me where I am from, I always say Beaufort, South Carolina. Living at the Old Point in Beaufort is the equivalent to being an actress playing a role in a horror film. No, there is not a murderer that chases innocent people around trying to kill them, but the whole entire environment is creepy enough to make outsiders check behind themselves after every few steps they take.
As I sit alone on the third story porch of my house and observe everything around me, it is clear that I am one brave soul.
Overhead, Spanish moss droops from the large oak trees whose long branches stretch throughout the neighborhood. Unfamiliar happenings make the squirrels screech, piercing my ears. Evil-eyed crows bat their wings and fly away from the scene. …show more content…
Decaying limbs are bunched together like a raft and cover the side yard. My watchdog, Hercules, guards the gate for any abnormal visitors. His looks are deceiving because; he barely stands six inches from the ground, but he is as viscous as the meanest Rottweiler and just as deadly.
The recent rain has created an atmosphere that is damp and sticky. The moist climate attracts the disease carrying mosquitoes that swarm from all around, land on my bare arms and legs, and slowly draw the blood from my veins. The aroma of salt water from the ocean travels through the air from my back yard and calms my nerves for a brief
As I sit alone on the third story porch of my house and observe everything around me, it is clear that I am one brave soul.
Overhead, Spanish moss droops from the large oak trees whose long branches stretch throughout the neighborhood. Unfamiliar happenings make the squirrels screech, piercing my ears. Evil-eyed crows bat their wings and fly away from the scene. …show more content…
Decaying limbs are bunched together like a raft and cover the side yard. My watchdog, Hercules, guards the gate for any abnormal visitors. His looks are deceiving because; he barely stands six inches from the ground, but he is as viscous as the meanest Rottweiler and just as deadly.
The recent rain has created an atmosphere that is damp and sticky. The moist climate attracts the disease carrying mosquitoes that swarm from all around, land on my bare arms and legs, and slowly draw the blood from my veins. The aroma of salt water from the ocean travels through the air from my back yard and calms my nerves for a brief