Sit down thar, fellas an' gals, ah's hankerin' t'tell yo' a sto'y. This hyar sto'y is true, as true as ah's sittin' in this hyar rockin' chair on this
hyar right fine autumn night. As true as this hyar po'ch is lit by th' light of th' moon an' thet thar lantern, as enny fool kin plainly see. It is a
scary sto'y of whut happened t'me one night menny years ago an' one ah will nevah fo'git.
ah was homeless yo' see. ah was yo'ng then an' travelin' aroun' tryin' t'find wawk when ah foun' mahse'f in a ghost town right about sundown. Now ah
knowed this hyar town of Moselle an' I’m reckonin' yo' does too on account o' it’s jest up th' Old Cove road a spell on t'other side of Hwy 44. ah
grew up in th' area an' had friends thet lived thar. ah remember th' old Bourbeuse Bridge. As a kid we offen rode our bikes hyar an' fished an'
dropped rocks in th' rivah. Th' Bourbeuse dumps into th' Meramec ‘bout 100 yards below th' bridge saht an' th' two rivahs were so diffrunt, th'
Meramec swif' an' th' Bourbeuse so slow th' wind offen blew it backwards. Seemed t'me th' flood thet took it out was in 86 but ah might be wrong. A
floatin' clubhouse lodged aginst it an' th' pressure took it out. Some of th' bridge is still in th' rivah ah's purdy sho'.
Mah buddy Wayne Dungy, his parents bought thet old sto'e an' gas stashun, ah guess on th' east side of th' Railroad tracks, an' Me'd hoof it to th'
Th' Moselle Sto'e an' git some kindy an' hang out. So yo' see, ah knowed this hyar town fine but when ah moved away t'make mah life thin's in thet
town changed. Th' railroad moved th' tracks an' th' town died, cuss it all t' tarnation.
Yo' all knows thet fallen tree by th' rivah in thet old co'n field? They say a woomin by th' name of Mildred Schenkel was hanged thar fo' bein' a
witch an' they say she walks th' town at night. So ah was sho'nuff t'be off th' streets by then, as enny fool kin plainly see. When th' town died an'
folks jest up an' lef' some other varmints started usin' it fo' some nasty deeds. They say varmints wo'shiped th' devil an' sacrificed folks t'satin
in thet thar town an' some deals went south an' varmints died by bein' drug behind some cars.
As th' sun was about t'go down ah began t'hear peekoolyar noises an' sar movements fum th' co'ner of mah eye so ah skePawdled t'an old house cuz ah
didn’t be hankerin' t'bother th' folk thet live in t'other homes near town but ah will tell yo' whut ah was not a-gonna be outside at naght. ah
thunk ah w'd be safer in a buildin' wif four walls.
So ah checked out th' house, startin' wif th' fust flore an' then th' second, cuss it all t' tarnation. ah started t'feel a li'l safer an' decided
t'bed down fo' th' night. Them ghosts were not a-gonna git me so ah foun' th' old walk in closet an' closed mahse'f in, as enny fool kin plainly see.
ah laid thar fo' quite a spell tryin' t'go t'sleep but thar were soun's, not natural soun's mind yo', thet kepp me on mah guard, then ah heard th'
dore downstairs open an' thin's movin' aroun'. ah thunk ah was scared outta mah skull until ah heard voices, whisperin' voices an' footsteps a-comin'
up th' stairs. ah was terrified, cuss it all t' tarnation.
ah laid thar as quiet as kin be. ah sar a glow a-comin' fum unner th' dore an' footsteps an' whispers in th' room, dawgone it. ah knowed them ghosts
were a-gonna git me. Then th' dore swung open an' ah tried t'be still but mah hide had a mind of its own, as enny fool kin plainly see. ah shif'ed an'
then th' ghost slimmed me, slimmed me fine. ah jumped up ready t'attack tryin' t'scare it away. Th' glow was so bright ah jest went crazy on it. took
m’ a minute but ah then sar th' ghost. It was a li'l thin', in fack it wasn’t a ghost at all but a group of friends jest out lookin' fo' ghosts
and thar was this hyar li'l woomin about ready t'kick mah arse. ah started t'laugh an' remembered ah was slimmed, cuss it all t' tarnation. It turned
out thet li'l woomin had blew chunks on me reckonin' ah was a ghost mahse'f o' a daid co'ps an' ah c'dn’t he'p but laugh some mo'e. She was a nice
lady an' even took me home t'let me clean up an' git sumpin t'eat. Advantage was her name ah reckon. Of course ah had t'pass on some smarts while ah
was thar. ah was lucky thet night ah didn’t hafta see them thar ghosts an' demons but let this hyar be a lesson t'yo' chillun stay outta Moselle at
I would like to thank Advantage for giving me the idea for this story which is based on her own personal experience. Thank you kind Lady.
edit on 16-10-2012 by Agarta because: Added Pic
edit on 16-10-2012 by Agarta because: (no reason given)