The Shepherd

Father Eldon Marsh knows what evil looks like when it's trying to hide.

He sealed something beneath a ridge in Watauga County, North Carolina thirty-eight years ago and drove away before sunrise. The county records showed an empty lot. The seal held. He didn't go back.

Until now.

The lot isn't empty anymore. There's a church on the ridge. White clapboard, standing-seam roof, new gravel, nursery shrubs still in their spacing. The parking runs all the way down to the first switchback on Sundays. The community hasn't seen growth like this in a generation.

And at the center of it, a pastor named Thomas Vance. Tall. Composed. The kind of man who goes to the widow who can't stand up rather than waiting for her to come to him. The kind of man who remembers your name, your children's names, your fears, and the thing you did that you haven't told your wife. The congregation trusts him completely.

Marsh watches him from the tree line and feels a cold he can't attribute to the weather.

Thomas Vance isn't possessed. He isn't a ghost. He's something the mountain built from scratch, assembling it in the dark from root and clay and white oak fiber and the unrepentant confession of a preacher who stood before the Confession Tree in 1834 and never once meant a word of what he said.

He's been walking the ridge for months. He knows every family on the mountain. He knows what they owe and who they're afraid of and where they've been putting their faith.

He's not here to shepherd them. He's here to own them.

Marsh is old. His heart has already filed one complaint about the altitude. He doesn't have a weapon that works on something that was never alive. What he has is forty years of learning the difference between a confession and a lie, and the knowledge that evil this patient is counting on nobody being able to tell the difference.

The Shepherd is the latest entry in the Darkwood Legacy's Lost Confessions series. A story about counterfeit grace, ancient evil wearing a kind face, and the one man in Watauga County who knows exactly what's standing behind that pulpit.

The oldest lies wear the kindest faces.

R.D. Parrish is an American author whose work blends atmospheric horror, Southern Gothic melancholy, and deeply human storytelling. A Marine Corps veteran and longtime resident of the American South, Parrish draws inspiration from the quiet places-flooded fields, forgotten towns, and the heavy, humid stillness where memory clings to the earth.

His debut novel, Hollow Ground, is an intimate rural-horror tale set in the fictional Mississippi Delta community of Gethsemane Parish, where relentless rain awakens an ancient, listening intelligence beneath the soil. Parrish is known for crafting horror that is slow-burning, emotional, and rooted in character-stories where fear emerges not from monsters, but from misunderstanding, grief, and the fragile ways humans try to connect.

Parrish writes with a focus on atmosphere, psychological depth, and the strange beauty of the natural world. When he isn't writing, he enjoys time with his family, exploring small-town history, and working on the next haunting story set in the world just beneath our feet.

He lives in the United States with his wife, De.