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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Aging / Maturity
- Published: 03/18/2022
I give you my word, I never saw the house before.
I guess you want or expect me to give you all the details, ok if you insist but I really don’t want to talk about it. Somethings are so incredible no one is going to believe you anyway.
When you live out in the country and I do mean country not just on outskirts of some hick town. As you may already know, or I guess you do that old farm of ours is right in the middle of Clark national forest. Some said the place was haunted, others it was cursed.
Word around the area, mostly from old timers that still believe in magic and voodoo and the Ozark witch’s, is that even before the civil war a good number of both Indians and settlers died on that land.
The nearest neighbor, a old shaggy headed man, claimed he could hear their blood call out of the ground like God heard Abel after Cain murdered him. Now I call that pure nonsense, he is not God, and I can’t hear a thing from the ground.
When the civil war was a plague to America. It was said a bunch of those famous rednecks from the Ozark's murdered a family of Northern sympathizers, that they were lynched and their farm burnt to the ground. They say the farmers daughter was passed around and died under the weight of who was known as fat Jack.
Give me a break, right, cursed ground, ghosts, black magic, I always said balderdash. So if you’re like some of those corn Squeezings hillbillies, or that Bible thumping Baptist Preacher at the nearest church, maybe what happened you will accept.
Yes, I know your getting impatient and want me to just get on with it! Patience, I am not even sure why you want to hear this when you’re just going to talk behind my back and say, he finally lost his marbles. Oh don’t look so hurt, I know you well enough. Now, hold on, I have to tell this my way.
It was a few months ago that it all started. Now some say people you cannot change people, they are who they are. That may well enough be true that deep down is a spiritual Conscience or character but as to how one thinks? Well that is a different thing altogether.
My grandma used to say wisdom came with age, how foolish as if being old gave you wisdom. Now experiences in life, if you are even willing to learn from them, can cause you to gain a bit of what old timers called horse sense. Wonder why they didn’t say ass sense, as a ass when put to work will stop when tired and can’t be forced to do more. A horse you can work till they drop dead.
So I decided to take a walk in the forest, I do that you know to relax my mind and bury the stress. It’s not a easy thing to be a fourteen year old boy on a farm. Dads and moms always adding just one more chore. Do this do that, did you feed the rabbits? Did you clean the rabbit hutch’s? Have you slopped the hogs? Get a bucket of water, fill the wood box, on and on.
Then there is school, did you write your essay? Here is your homework for tonight. There is a test tomorrow. How can you even concentrate on studies when Mary has on a short skirt? Darla is chasing you, brushing her boobs on your arm, asking who you taking to dance. Then there is that new girl, I can’t even think when she is around, Brenda is so perfect in every way.
So see sometimes a boy just has to get away, dream a little, get his head together or I might would loose my marbles. Can you imagine me going nuts and popping that big mouth Mike right in mouth. Perhaps yell at that crab Mr. Phipps and tell him to get off my back. Talk back to dad and tell him he could slop hogs himself, now that would get me dead.
So here I was enjoying the day, walking in a area I have never wandered too before. I still am not sure even now if I wish I never had, or should rejoice in what I now know. Am I being a fool too even tell you, will you blab it to everyone. Oh my if you tell the new girl Brenda, I will never forgive you.
I found my self in a deep part of the forest grown up thick with bushes and low hanging oak tree limbs. I was thinking what a great place for the deer to make home. Now I am not a Hunter as I am sure you might have guessed. I don’t even like the taste of venison.
True I normally carried my 410 shotgun or wore my 22 pistol, but that was to kill snakes. In my book no snake is a good snake, animal or human. Well of course I can’t kill the human snakes in the grass but some deserve it.
So I pushed through the overgrowth and almost walked right into it, it was so well hidden. The wall was concrete but so old it has the brownish and gray color with green ivy and mold it blended in perfectly. There in the wall almost invisible was a arched gate way.
Yes, come on we all know that in the woods you run into old foundations of long gone houses, even a few walls. Yet never had I seen anything like this. It was more like a castle wall. You know what bothered me, in all the stories about the area, the woods, not even a single hint of anything like this.
Now don’t think I have taken you down this long road to just tell you about some old wall, even if a magnificent structure. It was, the gate, almost as hard to see as that wall had been.
A huge house, mostly of wood, yet not styled like one of today. It looked as if a wooden castle or a mansion, something after that kind of thinking. Lines of windows, not with glass but simple wooden doors.
Could this have been a lost fort, maybe a prison? Yet surely if that, it would have been the great story the fable tellers would have told. I wanted to go in, I knew I would go in, but snakes is always a present danger, along with an occasional bear, wolves and foxes. Keep in mind I did not have a weapon but a hunting knife I carried on my belt.
I decided first I should walk around this place I was thinking this place might have been a monastery at some point. As I struggled to walk around the structure I found a old stone path. At one point the path shot out towards the trees. I investigated to find a very old grave yard. What ever identifies on marker stones long ago made not legible by weather.
It was getting late so I headed home marking my way by cutting arrows in the trees about every ten feet. This meant time I got home it was late. Mom was mad I was late for supper, dad was mad because my chores were not done. I didn’t care, it was worth it, and ok, not good I know. I sinned because I said in my head, why don’t you go to H..ll?
The next day I did my chores faster than ever. I put my pistol on, gabbed the machete from the tool shed and headed out. I almost ran, I was in such a hurry. I didn’t even have to follow my marks on the trees.
When I arrived I cut out a path to the door with the machete. I tell you I was nervous going in. The door pushed open easily and I stood in shock and total disbelief once entering. The floors were of polished marble, some walls marble other looked to be polished walnut wood. The stair case was wide and each step inlaid with gems.
As I began to walk around, I didn’t need my flashlight because the place was beautifully lite up at comfortable levels in each room. It dawned on me not a spot of dust. As I entered the parlor I stopped dead in my tracks.
A old woman in a fine dress looked up from her knitting and asked who might I be? Once I explained I had some questions of my own. The short answers were this.
Seems that back when King Henry the V ruled England a family of very rich folks, a Lord something or the other, had been sent on a ship loaded with gold and jewels to seek help to fight against the kings enemies.
The lords daughter was known for her great sorcery. The ship lost course and ended up in America. They began traveling the land looking for a place that was already established and found none. Meeting many native tribes along the way. When they had reached this place they were tired, and decided they had gone far enough.
The daughter had placed protection spells upon the place, the men hunted, they had water and due to the invisibility spell no one but whom they allowed had seen or entered the place. In time the children would become marrying age and sent out always to bring the husband or wife back home.
The gift of magic had been passed on to the children, the house had servants and was actually full of people. I was taken into the great ball room and introduced to each one.
I asked why I was able to find the place. A girl of near my age laughed. She explained she would soon become marrying age and had seen me often in the woods from her window. Upon much pleading with her father they agreed to let me in.
So I said to them very quickly, I am far from marrying age and though she was beautiful and lots of wealth, well you know. That brought her father to me, he said I could come visit often and if we fell in love at the appropriate time we could be married. If not this place would be wiped from my memories.
Hold on, I am getting to it. Why I can tell you about this is, because I have been going there almost daily. I don’t know if we will fall in love. What I do know is if we don’t there will be someone who knows the story.
When we walk out of the house I now see miles of beautiful pasture and gardens of plenty. The place is a lost and unimaginable hidden kingdom. I think maybe I might be loosing my heart to her, maybe I have gone crazy, but I am sacred.
Perhaps you can help me? Is it love growing in my heart or has a spell been placed on me? What should I do, keep going back, or run as fast as I can?
Can you help me?
Can You Help Me(Rich Puckett)
I give you my word, I never saw the house before.
I guess you want or expect me to give you all the details, ok if you insist but I really don’t want to talk about it. Somethings are so incredible no one is going to believe you anyway.
When you live out in the country and I do mean country not just on outskirts of some hick town. As you may already know, or I guess you do that old farm of ours is right in the middle of Clark national forest. Some said the place was haunted, others it was cursed.
Word around the area, mostly from old timers that still believe in magic and voodoo and the Ozark witch’s, is that even before the civil war a good number of both Indians and settlers died on that land.
The nearest neighbor, a old shaggy headed man, claimed he could hear their blood call out of the ground like God heard Abel after Cain murdered him. Now I call that pure nonsense, he is not God, and I can’t hear a thing from the ground.
When the civil war was a plague to America. It was said a bunch of those famous rednecks from the Ozark's murdered a family of Northern sympathizers, that they were lynched and their farm burnt to the ground. They say the farmers daughter was passed around and died under the weight of who was known as fat Jack.
Give me a break, right, cursed ground, ghosts, black magic, I always said balderdash. So if you’re like some of those corn Squeezings hillbillies, or that Bible thumping Baptist Preacher at the nearest church, maybe what happened you will accept.
Yes, I know your getting impatient and want me to just get on with it! Patience, I am not even sure why you want to hear this when you’re just going to talk behind my back and say, he finally lost his marbles. Oh don’t look so hurt, I know you well enough. Now, hold on, I have to tell this my way.
It was a few months ago that it all started. Now some say people you cannot change people, they are who they are. That may well enough be true that deep down is a spiritual Conscience or character but as to how one thinks? Well that is a different thing altogether.
My grandma used to say wisdom came with age, how foolish as if being old gave you wisdom. Now experiences in life, if you are even willing to learn from them, can cause you to gain a bit of what old timers called horse sense. Wonder why they didn’t say ass sense, as a ass when put to work will stop when tired and can’t be forced to do more. A horse you can work till they drop dead.
So I decided to take a walk in the forest, I do that you know to relax my mind and bury the stress. It’s not a easy thing to be a fourteen year old boy on a farm. Dads and moms always adding just one more chore. Do this do that, did you feed the rabbits? Did you clean the rabbit hutch’s? Have you slopped the hogs? Get a bucket of water, fill the wood box, on and on.
Then there is school, did you write your essay? Here is your homework for tonight. There is a test tomorrow. How can you even concentrate on studies when Mary has on a short skirt? Darla is chasing you, brushing her boobs on your arm, asking who you taking to dance. Then there is that new girl, I can’t even think when she is around, Brenda is so perfect in every way.
So see sometimes a boy just has to get away, dream a little, get his head together or I might would loose my marbles. Can you imagine me going nuts and popping that big mouth Mike right in mouth. Perhaps yell at that crab Mr. Phipps and tell him to get off my back. Talk back to dad and tell him he could slop hogs himself, now that would get me dead.
So here I was enjoying the day, walking in a area I have never wandered too before. I still am not sure even now if I wish I never had, or should rejoice in what I now know. Am I being a fool too even tell you, will you blab it to everyone. Oh my if you tell the new girl Brenda, I will never forgive you.
I found my self in a deep part of the forest grown up thick with bushes and low hanging oak tree limbs. I was thinking what a great place for the deer to make home. Now I am not a Hunter as I am sure you might have guessed. I don’t even like the taste of venison.
True I normally carried my 410 shotgun or wore my 22 pistol, but that was to kill snakes. In my book no snake is a good snake, animal or human. Well of course I can’t kill the human snakes in the grass but some deserve it.
So I pushed through the overgrowth and almost walked right into it, it was so well hidden. The wall was concrete but so old it has the brownish and gray color with green ivy and mold it blended in perfectly. There in the wall almost invisible was a arched gate way.
Yes, come on we all know that in the woods you run into old foundations of long gone houses, even a few walls. Yet never had I seen anything like this. It was more like a castle wall. You know what bothered me, in all the stories about the area, the woods, not even a single hint of anything like this.
Now don’t think I have taken you down this long road to just tell you about some old wall, even if a magnificent structure. It was, the gate, almost as hard to see as that wall had been.
A huge house, mostly of wood, yet not styled like one of today. It looked as if a wooden castle or a mansion, something after that kind of thinking. Lines of windows, not with glass but simple wooden doors.
Could this have been a lost fort, maybe a prison? Yet surely if that, it would have been the great story the fable tellers would have told. I wanted to go in, I knew I would go in, but snakes is always a present danger, along with an occasional bear, wolves and foxes. Keep in mind I did not have a weapon but a hunting knife I carried on my belt.
I decided first I should walk around this place I was thinking this place might have been a monastery at some point. As I struggled to walk around the structure I found a old stone path. At one point the path shot out towards the trees. I investigated to find a very old grave yard. What ever identifies on marker stones long ago made not legible by weather.
It was getting late so I headed home marking my way by cutting arrows in the trees about every ten feet. This meant time I got home it was late. Mom was mad I was late for supper, dad was mad because my chores were not done. I didn’t care, it was worth it, and ok, not good I know. I sinned because I said in my head, why don’t you go to H..ll?
The next day I did my chores faster than ever. I put my pistol on, gabbed the machete from the tool shed and headed out. I almost ran, I was in such a hurry. I didn’t even have to follow my marks on the trees.
When I arrived I cut out a path to the door with the machete. I tell you I was nervous going in. The door pushed open easily and I stood in shock and total disbelief once entering. The floors were of polished marble, some walls marble other looked to be polished walnut wood. The stair case was wide and each step inlaid with gems.
As I began to walk around, I didn’t need my flashlight because the place was beautifully lite up at comfortable levels in each room. It dawned on me not a spot of dust. As I entered the parlor I stopped dead in my tracks.
A old woman in a fine dress looked up from her knitting and asked who might I be? Once I explained I had some questions of my own. The short answers were this.
Seems that back when King Henry the V ruled England a family of very rich folks, a Lord something or the other, had been sent on a ship loaded with gold and jewels to seek help to fight against the kings enemies.
The lords daughter was known for her great sorcery. The ship lost course and ended up in America. They began traveling the land looking for a place that was already established and found none. Meeting many native tribes along the way. When they had reached this place they were tired, and decided they had gone far enough.
The daughter had placed protection spells upon the place, the men hunted, they had water and due to the invisibility spell no one but whom they allowed had seen or entered the place. In time the children would become marrying age and sent out always to bring the husband or wife back home.
The gift of magic had been passed on to the children, the house had servants and was actually full of people. I was taken into the great ball room and introduced to each one.
I asked why I was able to find the place. A girl of near my age laughed. She explained she would soon become marrying age and had seen me often in the woods from her window. Upon much pleading with her father they agreed to let me in.
So I said to them very quickly, I am far from marrying age and though she was beautiful and lots of wealth, well you know. That brought her father to me, he said I could come visit often and if we fell in love at the appropriate time we could be married. If not this place would be wiped from my memories.
Hold on, I am getting to it. Why I can tell you about this is, because I have been going there almost daily. I don’t know if we will fall in love. What I do know is if we don’t there will be someone who knows the story.
When we walk out of the house I now see miles of beautiful pasture and gardens of plenty. The place is a lost and unimaginable hidden kingdom. I think maybe I might be loosing my heart to her, maybe I have gone crazy, but I am sacred.
Perhaps you can help me? Is it love growing in my heart or has a spell been placed on me? What should I do, keep going back, or run as fast as I can?
Can you help me?
Kevin Hughes
03/19/2022Hey Rich,
I really like this story. And I would tell the young man to go there every day and stay there. It isn't every day true love finds you with a place to live and stay. Lol
Smiles Kevin
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Rich Puckett
03/19/2022Thank you Kevin, I like your answer, but what a tough choice lol I can see it lots of ways lol
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