Daily Drabble - Hoot Owl Hollow

Death comes calling when the owl speaks

I have decided to keep the daily drabbles in the free section so that you can all give them a read. I am toying with new imagery for these and will lean toward a pulpier 80s vibe moving forward.
While my wife and I were visiting North Carolina this past weekend, we drove past a street called Hoot Owl Hollow. I immediately typed it into my notes app, as it just sounded like a cool name for a town or a story. This is what came to mind when I thought about it.

Hoot Owl Hollow

The residents of the small North Carolina town know all about the legends and lore of the Appalachians. In polite conversation, they scoff at the rules, but when night falls, they become obedient.

The one rule that is theirs and theirs alone is how their home got its name. When they hear the owl call, they know that death is coming. Sometimes, it is a natural death brough about by old age, but other times…

…other times it is death brought though pain, suffering, and abject misery. They know that the call will come for them, just not when.