When my Daddy Jack came out to visit us from Tennessee one time, he told a story in a very quiet and slow way that he had, that last night's blustery sounds brought to mind.
Seems like there was a man who lived way back in a holler in east TN who kept hogs. Now that in and of itself is not an unnatural tale except that he always kept the hogs in the house. Babies, big un's, all size were welcome to just walk in the front door. Seems he made a deal with his dearly departed wife that since she had called him a pig so many times because of his lack of personal cleanliness that upon her death he ought to keep his friends close to him. And so he did.
One night as he was a sleepin' in his chair when the wind came up, the hogs all ran out and he had to shut the front door.
And during the night he heard knockin' at the door.
When he'd hitch himself up to go check out who might be there.....nary was a soul there, not even his beloved hogs.
The next night the same thing happened. Don't ya know for the next 11 nights, countin' 13 all summed together, the wind blew and the old man began hearing words on the wind, if he listened just right. He heard the wind tellin' him that he was gonna die right soon. And he thought he saw proof of that every day because the hogs no longer came inside the house. Purt near none of those animals would have a thing to do with him.
On the 13th night of the terrible winds, he settled himself down into his chair and stared at the door. Along about 3 am, which is of course the witchin' hour, the door opened very slowly and he felt the cold hard wind reach into the house. He shivered and............
This is when my Daddy Jack reached out and grabbed my knee. I squealed just like one of those little piggies and jumped up and ran away. He always was a super great story weaver. Quiet low voice that drew you into what ever he was saying. Slowly delivered and just when you were expecting the worst, he lean in towards you and ....yep, he'd scare the crap out of you. What a delightful memory from childhood.
This picture has nothing to do with wind or pigs but I loved the brooms and added my own sentiment.
Happy Haunted Humpday.
Don't forget that we are all going to visit one of my favorite spots on earth this weekend for Broomsticks on the Bayou. Won't you come on down and join us? In my story you will meet up with one of the richest families in Nawlin's and learn some inside dirt about how they got their power and money.....