Pegman took us to New Orleans today. Oh! What could be better to write about near Halloween than an old graveyard? Thanks, Pegman!
Fabiola read them bones better en anybody. Yes, sirree, she surely did.
Chucked em in a rusted coffee tin, rattled em up, throwed em right on the ground.
Mind you, the ground had to be soft sand or ruffled-up garden dirt.
No concrete nor asphalt.
She told us them bones were from coyotes or pigs.
But soon we notices dat graves being tampered with.
Not zactly dug up. No.
But holes appeared, like somebody done been using a clam gun.
Or something like dat.
Den one-by-one peoples whose ancestors been dug up started gettin sick. Fluenza. Rat-bite fever.
Well, by rights, we mens needed to protect our families
so we took old Fabiola and throwed her in Bayou Teche.
Felt good about it, too.
Funny thing? Since Fabiola been gone, bones been appearing in trees long the trail to the Teche.
Thems that see um rot from the inside out.
love the culture-rich voice and oooo so – eeerie
“But holes appeared like somebody done been using a clam gun.”
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Thanks so much! Happy Halloween.
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Wow! That’s chilling! Love that voice, the superstition surrounding poor Fabiola and her forecasting – rings so true and so creepy. Love that last image, of the bones and the folk rotting from the inside. Love it
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Thank you very much. I could have used 150 more words for this tale. As always, thanks for stopping by.
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My pleasure. I’d be interested to read a longer version if you write it!
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Creepily well done, Alicia!
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Thanks, Dale!
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What a great voice you use for your narrator! You’ve treated the supernatural as though it was a daily reality for the people living there – and, I suppose in a sense it was. The power of suggestion has certainly been known to kill. But if you believe in witches with supernatural powers, what can you do to protect yourself? Only kill them. You’ve given us a little glimpse into the minds of those who believe such things, and it’s even more chilling than a supernatural explanation would be.
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Thanks, Penny. I was trying to channel old beliefs and customs African people would have brought with them during the slave trade. That said, I make no claim to know anything about it.
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Good creepy voice here. I like it.
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Thank you, Josh.
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I like the inevitable flow of this piece, with one thing leading to another in superstitiously logical progression.
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Thanks very much.
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Uh-oh, sounds like they shouldn’t have messed around with things (or people) they didn’t really understand! Great take on the prompt, and appropriately spooky for the season.
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Thanks very much, Joy.
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Love the narrator’s voice. It seems like Fabiola was not to be trifled with! The “rotting from the inside out” is especially chilling.
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Thanks, Karen!
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So Fabiola not to be blamed for stolen bones and sick people? She was punished for nothing? Great narration!
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Thank you! Fabiola was guilty as charged.
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