A Night On Cur Hill, storms are brewing, rain is pouring. Just above the run-down house, it sits atop Cur Hill. No chickens come here it is too remote, even if they tried, they would not make it. The crows let their CAW out as they see a faint light, coming is a brahma who travels in the night. But he gets a flat tire, and no spares are in sight. As he goes to the old, abandoned house the lightning strikes it reveals a scary shadow that lies inside. Though he is afraid he creaked open the door, a horrible screech came out and pulled him inside even though he screamed there was no one to hear him. And so, Cur Hill still stands today, being always dark and shadowed in its way. Not many chickens go up there, and even fewer come back. A Night on Cur Hill, by PuffyCheeks.
