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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Crime
- Published: 04/10/2023
Magic of Three Knocks, witches Vengeance
Born 1954, M, from St Louis Mo, United StatesBefore returning home to teach some lessons, I contacted the Perison boys. A house bigger and more elaborate was being built. There were many slaves that now were freemen but free for what? They were starving to death, and if they could find work it paid so little they could barely live.
I sent out word, I wanted to hire a goodly number. See I had not been hiding in fear these past five years, I was using my block and stick, I knew what horses to bet on, I knew what businesses to invest in and buy out. So I used mommas money and as the book says I took the five talents and made ten.
While in St Louis, I bought a steam ship and I would make good use of it for my return. I also had met a woman from deep Africa, lucinda, we shared our magic skills. This was the greatest gift ever as she knew deep dark magic, the kind to make snakes dance, and wild beasts to obey ya. She also gave me a Crystal ball mounted to a chunk of fine African mahogany.
She taught me the words to say, ala, Ava, mongo, and to call on the deep spirit of the earth to allow me to see those gone and what would be. Also how to use a magic board with letters to talk in words with those gone. I spoke to mamma every night and she gave me an abundance of help in my preparations for vengeance. She also gave me weekly reports on what those men were doing and had accomplished.
I took and made dolls of fine carved heads made from weeping willow wood. And bodies of fine wheat and barley straw, and lucinda made fine silk clothes in the exact nature of all five men’s sons. Then the two of us made thin pine harden needles. We place it all on a firm pillow, built a thin flaming circle around it. Lucinda painted my naked body with white wash with a big red heart dripping blood between my now well developed bosom. I painted her naked body as dark as night with bright falling blood drops. Then we danced and chanted songs of old from Jamaica and Africa.
We danced till we collapsed and lay in a heap on each other till the flames had died away. Then I took each doll one by one, and placed curses on them giving them the sons names. And choose where to stick the pine needle. Momma said the sweetest honey was in taking away the joy of living. Next to their wealth the boys and one daughter would be the pride of their lives.
I hired a group of farm hands and gave each family a nice cottage. By the time I arrived, the time of harvest would be upon us, in more ways than one. I hired the finest black wood workers and my house would be filled with the makings of a queens palace. I also hired 40 brave ex black and Indian solders from after the war. Dressed them in fine coats of bright red and dark blue slacks. They carried the new repeating rifles.
Twenty of them I sent to guard my forty acres, plus two hundred adjoining acres I had bought under an alias acting as my agent. Then when the ship reached Louisiana where we unloaded. I had a fine carriage and two wagons of goods, and ten of my solders leading the parade and ten following.
By the time we headed for Frolia Alabama, to my waiting playground of fun, I said the final words of the dolls.
Jesens son suddenly had a massive heart attack and died. Leamiars son had a stoke and lost his ability to do more then lay on a bed and see and hear. Colby’s son was tossed from his horse and landed in a Y tree limb and hung there till he died. Lester’s daughter was pregnant with a darkies baby, and her own family had her boiled to death in a large kettle. Lucas son was found laying dead at his mother’s bedside hands reaching out, no doubt seeking help from the burning flame inside of him.
As I rode into town, whites gathered along the street, many curse words were no doubt invented that day. They had no ideal granny Mary’s daughter was alive and had assumed the fine plantation was the work of a wealthy white man.
As lucinda sit beside me, I shocked even her, I had the parade halt. We just sit there for ten minutes like a golden calf on display.
Then I stepped out, I took my fine hat with big feather and tossed at the feet of the minsters wife of the big baptist church. Then in flowing dress of white and silver satin and silk dress I stepped in front of pastor Rolo, and slowly stripped naked, saying in a whisper, ala, pastor, you helped kill my momma, now you will lust for me and no power can stop that desire. Soon I stood naked. As the whisper had become a song, every eye was on the lustful beauty I had become.
Mothers knew they should have yanked their boys head away, men knew they would get the worst thrashing’s ever from angry wives, little girls smiled and looked in aw. The pastor stood staring as well but a glance at him, if they could have looked, would have shown him in a very embarrassing state indeed.
I strode as a model on a walk way back to my carriage and upon making quite a show of climbing in I gave the finale show as I sit on my soft seat. If the pastors state of embarrassment before was great, now as the door closed and we moved on, it was too late for him to hide the sin of his imaginations.
For the next two weeks I sit on my porch and watched the guards as the harvest was being gathered. Odd how many men and boys found a reason to pass by my gate. The men I laughed at, the boys I gave, em a show of the melons and fed their raging hormones. As word came in by my unseen friends of a good many white girl had been subject to boy’s adventures and wife’s by other women’s husbands, till a host of babies by unknown poppas would soon populate the town.
One man (the pastor) daily at sundown would drop to his knees and beg to enter. Lucinda would go out and taunt him displaying her own beauty. One night he tried to climb over the fence and was tossed out. His wife so embarrassed and knowing the book said if the eye offend thee pluck it out, one night as he slept, had him knocked out and his eyes removed.
Still he once able came groping at the gate pleading. His wife could take it no more, and in her rage to castrate him, he bleed to death. I was so pleased I stopped work and threw a huge party. Odd how many of the town folks came, Curiosity always kills the cat.
As for the five that had lost the children, they seemed to age overnight. I said the curse of foul weather on their fields, and the harvest were wiped out. The curse of fire burnt two of their houses down. All five I gave the man curse too, and as wife’s were young and attractive, I gave them the lust curse for black men. Each household would be blessed with a new child, and I decided the best vengeance was allowing them to live and enjoy their humility.
Odd, how when birthing time came and they became witnessed to dark as coal boys and three black girls, and one set of very black twins. The men came together at the old church. They put on their robes of white and hoods. They mounted their horses, they had lost all that was worth living for.
It was said by momma the spirits gathered with her and watched and danced as each man hung himself on the old oak tree on the main road. No one would come near the bodies, there they hung until the ropes decayed and the skeletons still lay in a heap on the spot.
The cursed town would have died too, but the darkies as they called em, took that town over. It is said to be the richest area in all of Alabama. Yet oddly to this day no white man or woman will spend a night in the fine hotel or eat in the even finer steak house.
Now perhaps you think by now I would be dead and in the pits of hell. Ah contra, I still am as beautiful as a goddess, live in my fine house, no longer and guards. Now I will tell you a secret, but you must keep it.
White pastors from all around often keep me warm at nights. Lucinda has left us except she joins momma now for our visits. Before she left us she blessed the hills with 12 sons, all from different white pastors. I shall live on, and you can drive by and see me anytime and if you’re an uppity white pastor, your welcome to spend the night.
Magic of Three Knocks, witches Vengeance(Rich Puckett)
Before returning home to teach some lessons, I contacted the Perison boys. A house bigger and more elaborate was being built. There were many slaves that now were freemen but free for what? They were starving to death, and if they could find work it paid so little they could barely live.
I sent out word, I wanted to hire a goodly number. See I had not been hiding in fear these past five years, I was using my block and stick, I knew what horses to bet on, I knew what businesses to invest in and buy out. So I used mommas money and as the book says I took the five talents and made ten.
While in St Louis, I bought a steam ship and I would make good use of it for my return. I also had met a woman from deep Africa, lucinda, we shared our magic skills. This was the greatest gift ever as she knew deep dark magic, the kind to make snakes dance, and wild beasts to obey ya. She also gave me a Crystal ball mounted to a chunk of fine African mahogany.
She taught me the words to say, ala, Ava, mongo, and to call on the deep spirit of the earth to allow me to see those gone and what would be. Also how to use a magic board with letters to talk in words with those gone. I spoke to mamma every night and she gave me an abundance of help in my preparations for vengeance. She also gave me weekly reports on what those men were doing and had accomplished.
I took and made dolls of fine carved heads made from weeping willow wood. And bodies of fine wheat and barley straw, and lucinda made fine silk clothes in the exact nature of all five men’s sons. Then the two of us made thin pine harden needles. We place it all on a firm pillow, built a thin flaming circle around it. Lucinda painted my naked body with white wash with a big red heart dripping blood between my now well developed bosom. I painted her naked body as dark as night with bright falling blood drops. Then we danced and chanted songs of old from Jamaica and Africa.
We danced till we collapsed and lay in a heap on each other till the flames had died away. Then I took each doll one by one, and placed curses on them giving them the sons names. And choose where to stick the pine needle. Momma said the sweetest honey was in taking away the joy of living. Next to their wealth the boys and one daughter would be the pride of their lives.
I hired a group of farm hands and gave each family a nice cottage. By the time I arrived, the time of harvest would be upon us, in more ways than one. I hired the finest black wood workers and my house would be filled with the makings of a queens palace. I also hired 40 brave ex black and Indian solders from after the war. Dressed them in fine coats of bright red and dark blue slacks. They carried the new repeating rifles.
Twenty of them I sent to guard my forty acres, plus two hundred adjoining acres I had bought under an alias acting as my agent. Then when the ship reached Louisiana where we unloaded. I had a fine carriage and two wagons of goods, and ten of my solders leading the parade and ten following.
By the time we headed for Frolia Alabama, to my waiting playground of fun, I said the final words of the dolls.
Jesens son suddenly had a massive heart attack and died. Leamiars son had a stoke and lost his ability to do more then lay on a bed and see and hear. Colby’s son was tossed from his horse and landed in a Y tree limb and hung there till he died. Lester’s daughter was pregnant with a darkies baby, and her own family had her boiled to death in a large kettle. Lucas son was found laying dead at his mother’s bedside hands reaching out, no doubt seeking help from the burning flame inside of him.
As I rode into town, whites gathered along the street, many curse words were no doubt invented that day. They had no ideal granny Mary’s daughter was alive and had assumed the fine plantation was the work of a wealthy white man.
As lucinda sit beside me, I shocked even her, I had the parade halt. We just sit there for ten minutes like a golden calf on display.
Then I stepped out, I took my fine hat with big feather and tossed at the feet of the minsters wife of the big baptist church. Then in flowing dress of white and silver satin and silk dress I stepped in front of pastor Rolo, and slowly stripped naked, saying in a whisper, ala, pastor, you helped kill my momma, now you will lust for me and no power can stop that desire. Soon I stood naked. As the whisper had become a song, every eye was on the lustful beauty I had become.
Mothers knew they should have yanked their boys head away, men knew they would get the worst thrashing’s ever from angry wives, little girls smiled and looked in aw. The pastor stood staring as well but a glance at him, if they could have looked, would have shown him in a very embarrassing state indeed.
I strode as a model on a walk way back to my carriage and upon making quite a show of climbing in I gave the finale show as I sit on my soft seat. If the pastors state of embarrassment before was great, now as the door closed and we moved on, it was too late for him to hide the sin of his imaginations.
For the next two weeks I sit on my porch and watched the guards as the harvest was being gathered. Odd how many men and boys found a reason to pass by my gate. The men I laughed at, the boys I gave, em a show of the melons and fed their raging hormones. As word came in by my unseen friends of a good many white girl had been subject to boy’s adventures and wife’s by other women’s husbands, till a host of babies by unknown poppas would soon populate the town.
One man (the pastor) daily at sundown would drop to his knees and beg to enter. Lucinda would go out and taunt him displaying her own beauty. One night he tried to climb over the fence and was tossed out. His wife so embarrassed and knowing the book said if the eye offend thee pluck it out, one night as he slept, had him knocked out and his eyes removed.
Still he once able came groping at the gate pleading. His wife could take it no more, and in her rage to castrate him, he bleed to death. I was so pleased I stopped work and threw a huge party. Odd how many of the town folks came, Curiosity always kills the cat.
As for the five that had lost the children, they seemed to age overnight. I said the curse of foul weather on their fields, and the harvest were wiped out. The curse of fire burnt two of their houses down. All five I gave the man curse too, and as wife’s were young and attractive, I gave them the lust curse for black men. Each household would be blessed with a new child, and I decided the best vengeance was allowing them to live and enjoy their humility.
Odd, how when birthing time came and they became witnessed to dark as coal boys and three black girls, and one set of very black twins. The men came together at the old church. They put on their robes of white and hoods. They mounted their horses, they had lost all that was worth living for.
It was said by momma the spirits gathered with her and watched and danced as each man hung himself on the old oak tree on the main road. No one would come near the bodies, there they hung until the ropes decayed and the skeletons still lay in a heap on the spot.
The cursed town would have died too, but the darkies as they called em, took that town over. It is said to be the richest area in all of Alabama. Yet oddly to this day no white man or woman will spend a night in the fine hotel or eat in the even finer steak house.
Now perhaps you think by now I would be dead and in the pits of hell. Ah contra, I still am as beautiful as a goddess, live in my fine house, no longer and guards. Now I will tell you a secret, but you must keep it.
White pastors from all around often keep me warm at nights. Lucinda has left us except she joins momma now for our visits. Before she left us she blessed the hills with 12 sons, all from different white pastors. I shall live on, and you can drive by and see me anytime and if you’re an uppity white pastor, your welcome to spend the night.
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BEN BROWN
04/16/2023I enjoyed your story. The part about Colby's son being kicked from the horse amused me. Well done for being todays star.
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Rich Puckett
04/16/2023Thank you, glad you like it
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Shelly Garrod
04/15/2023Wow Rich this was a great story. I wanted to keep reading to see what evil things she would do next. Loved it.
Blessings Shelly
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Lillian Kazmierczak
04/10/2023Rich that was the best sequel! Hell hath no furry like a woman! I loved how she brought her revenge on so many using their lust and hatred on themselves! This was soo good. I can't believe you did this so quickly! Steven King has nothing on you! Very well done!
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Lillian Kazmierczak
04/15/2023A terrific sequel! Very well done Rich! Congratulations on short story star of the day!
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Rich Puckett
04/10/2023Lol thank you, I appreciate your kind words, and was a fun story to write lol
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