Cultural Background Storyteller's Cabin
			Written by Craig Dominey Pastor Fitch was a serious and humble man - a might lacking in the humor department, but still a pleasant sort of fellow who was always confident that the good Lord was standing by his side. He was working hard not to let pride overcome him this night as he drove his lovely, young bride, Sarah Sue, toward their honeymoon suite in New Orleans. Gazing across the horse-drawn wagon at her, he admired her beauty, appreciating what a fine pastor's wife she would become - with a little guidance. Soon after they crossed into Louisiana, a hard rain suddenly poured down upon them. At first, the good Pastor kept on going- nothing was going to stop him from having a blissful honeymoon with his beloved. But as the cold rain came down harder and harder, he figured he'd better find shelter for the night. By the side of the road, he spotted a small, run-down house with a light on in the window. He pulled up the drive, knocked on the door, and asked the elderly woman inside if she had a spare room. The elderly woman shook her head, then pointed toward a winding dirt road that disappeared into a thick, menacing-looking forest. "There's a pretty big house up that road," she said. "It's empty - folks there moved out a long time ago. Nobody'll care if you stay there. But I wouldn't recommend it." "Why not?" asked the Preacher. "'Cause some strange things happen up there," she answered. "They say the place is haunted." The Preacher smiled and patted the well-worn Bible under his arm. "No ghosts will harm me, ma'am," he said. "I'm a man of God." The elderly woman chuckled and said, "Yeah, do what you want. Just don't say you weren't warned." -1-
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