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Storyteller's Cabin |
Finally, the trees broke on one side to reveal a small, white clapboard church sitting on a small rise. The windows were dark, but Joe knew the door was probably unlocked. After all, preachers encouraged their flock to pray whenever they could, even at odd hours of the night. So Joe tied his team to the front post, walked up the stairs, and opened the heavy door with a loud creak.
Sure enough, the church was empty, So Joe stretched himself out in a pew in the back and chuckled to himself. He couldn't believe his luck, finding this place so far out in the woods. It was almost enough to make him consider going to church again on Sundays! But he quickly shook that thought off and fell into a deep, much-needed slumber.
Moments later, Joe awoke to a sudden thumping sound coming from the front of the church. He lay quiet for a moment, thinking an animal had crawled inside. He heard it again, louder this time. Joe reached for his extinguished lantern, but couldn't find a match to light it with. Cursing under his breath, he peered over the pew in front of him.
His eyes took awhile to adjust to the darkness. But when they did, he saw something that made him jump. Standing by the pulpit was a small figure in white, rocking back and forth on her heels slowly. "Who's there?" Joe called out, only to be answered by a low, painful moan.
Joe found the matches in his pocket. He tried to light the lantern, but no luck. He looked up, and a chill ran through him as he saw the figure had moved closer. He could see it was a woman in a torn white dress, her long, stringy hair hanging over her face. She was moaning louder now as she approached him.
Joe found himself backing away toward the door. He tried to light the lantern again, but still the flame wouldn't catch. He looked up and saw that the woman had moved even closer. He noticed that the front of her dress was stained with mud.
"Wh...what do you want?" Joe asked her, his voice cracking with fear. He backed up against the door, but it was closed. The woman moved closer and closer, her moans growing louder and louder.
Joe fumbled with the lantern again, striking another match. This time the flame caught, and as he lifted the lantern in the air, he gasped - the woman was standing right in his face, her eyes crazed and bloodshot, skin pale and cracked like some long lost china doll! She reached for his face, and even in that split second, Joe could see that her fingernails were broken and dirty.
Joe flung the door open and ran to his wagon. He could hear the woman's bare feet thumping down the church stairs behind him. He frantically untied the horses and leapt into the driver's seat. And right before he sped away, he swore he felt the woman grab his shirt, trying desperately to pull him off the wagon.
Joe rode swiftly away from the church and did not stop until he reached Red Springs, just as the morning sun cracked the horizon. He found a local restaurant and collapsed into a chair. With trembling fingers, he lit a cigarette as the morning breakfast crowd stared at him strangely.
