First I want to thank all of you who decided to join in. A list of those participating can be found below. I hope you'll hop around and read their stories.
On Friday, the 28th, one of them will win this: The ARC of Jessica Bell's new book STRING BRIDGE, (coming out the 1st of November) a tatted (by me) bookmark and DOGSLED DREAMS by Terry Lynn Johnson.
And now my contribution.
This is an edited excerpt from a MG I'm working on tentatively called THE BOWL AND STONE: A WEST INDIAN GHOST STORY. It is a fictionalized tale loosely base on a true story.
The Mysterious Moving Grave
"Once there was this really mean man," said Gordie. "He was so mean nothing grew on his farm."
"He was married," I continued, "and had three kids. He drank a lot and blamed them for his not being able to grow anything."
"One night he got really drunk and went into a terrible rage. That's when he did it." Gordie paused for effect.
"Did what?" asked the thin, pale boy who looked like an albino salamander.
"That's when he killed his wife and kids," he answered.
"With a machete," I said.
"Hacked all four of 'em to bits." Gordie waved his arm like he was slicing something up. "Scattered their body parts all over his land. He thought it would make things grow."
"Gross!" The girl covered her mouth with a hand and turned green as genip.
"It gets better," I said. "He was caught and tried and they hung him right here at Gallows Point, which is where they hung all the criminals and pirates back then. Even though he was a bad man his brother wanted to bury him all proper, so he built him a small concrete tomb."
Gordie continued. "The problem is he's restless. He keeps getting out of his grave and wandering around Gallows Point with that machete, looking for the people who hanged him. People have heard him scraping his machete along the walls of the cottages, particularly the one you're staying in. But because he keeps climbing in and out of his grave, it keeps moving. Sometimes it's up near the road, sometimes closer to the genip tree. Wanna go see it?"