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Storyteller's Cabin |
One very dark night, he set out for the graveyard. He paid little mind to the idea of Graveyard Dogs, since it was a story that scared little boys - not a man of 14 like himself. But to be on the safe side, he had practiced the incantation all day. Nothing could get him now.
With lit torch, he peered from one grave to another until he found the one of the widow. Next to her was a stone that said simply: "Emerson."
"Well I'll be," he said, "she's even buried next to the old goat."
Suddenly, a snuffling sound came out from behind the headstone. Was that a Graveyard Dog? So following the incantation, he whirled once and whispered, "Be gone." Then came the whine. "Be gone," he said, whirling a second time.
And then he heard the growl.
Don't look into the eyes, because that's when they get you! So Joseph Blakely did what any young man with a lick of sense would do. He dropped his lit torch and ran screaming from the graveyard.
A hand reached out to pick up the torch. And the voice that made the snuffling and the whine let loose with a girlish giggle. For Widow Morris knew that, one day, she would get Joseph Blakely just as she promised. And just as she planned from the day when she, in fact, first told the story.
"That growl was perfect, Emerson," she said.
"Emerson?"
But the old goat was gone. It seemed he had done what any goat with a lick of sense would do when something was strange, and hightailed it out of the graveyard.
It was then she heard a different kind of growl. And when the Graveyard Dog chose to let her see it, she made the mistake of looking into its glowing red eyes.
In every story, there's a grain of truth - and the opportunity for a lick of sense. So no matter what you hear in a graveyard on a very dark night,...
...Watch out for those eyes.
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