[ TT ] An old hanging tree appears to be inching closer and closer to your farm from afar .

The little black train dashed passed me. It nearly hit me. But it ai n't touched me. I walked over the tracks to my dirty little mansion made up of moss, dirt, and white walls. I stepped in the house and threw off my dirty little shoes and took off my dirty, too-small coat and tossed it on the moth-eaten couch. I stripped myself naked and ducked under a massive branch of a tree that had smashed through my house. The branch ran from the right wall to the left wall and it did n't stop until it was almost touching the left wall, but not quite. I could'a cut it down, but I could n't really. I let it keep growing to the side. 
 
 I was spooked at first when that tree came inching on my farm house. But that was'bout sixty years ago. I remember when it got too close my Pa took an axe to it. He could n't chop it down, said it was like steel. He tried the next day, the axe bounced off and cut through his brain. My Mama tried to burn it then, but she misused the matches and cooked herself alive. My Grandpa decided that the tree was cursed and raised me till I could drink. Then he high tailed it out of there. After that the tree stopped inching towards the place and it just stuffed its long, gnarled branch through the window. I did n't like that tree, not really. But I did n't do nothing stupid to it. I just let it grow through the window. I just did my farming. Course I was no good at it and I made nothing out of it. Just a big, empty house. But the tree is cursed, s'long as I leave it be, it leave me be. 
 
 So I sat down and did my thing. The tree kept on growing. You could hear it, sounded like grinding gears. I groaned cause my bones hurt so badly. I stood up to get a glass of water from the well at the side of the house. I was lucky it was there. If the well was on the other side the tree would be right on top of it.'Course, I could've got government water from tap, but tradition meant I needed the well. 
 
 I made my way slowly to the well and I'm bended down pulling up a bucket. I stand up and I see that the tree finally broke through my left wall. It was a grand finale, now that thing wo n't need to be grinding no more. It could go grind outside my house. I wanted to touch that tree though, for some odd reason. So I leave my bucket down on the floor and touch the branch with a finger. It was icy cold and I got a bunch of splinters. I turned around and shake my head slowly and begin to make my way out. But then I felt iciness in my neck and sticky heat creeping down my neck. I swerved my eyeballs down and so a small branch poking out. I supposed that the tree decided to grow a little extra today and I got in the way. As I died standing up I swore I could hear a little black train tooting by. 
 

