I had seen the old man watching from across the street
during the time my brother, Paul, was moving in to the Old Water Valley
Hospital that has been converted into a beautiful antebellum style home.
Paul and his wife, Wanda, could not have been happier and I
figured like everyone else in town, that the old man was just enjoying watching
new life being breathed into the town, but after a few months it seemed that he
was there watching the house almost every time I drove by.
One slow afternoon I saw him, parked my car in the driveway
and went over to talk to him. He was old, using a cane but seemed fit, but a
haunted look was in his eye as he glanced at me and back to the house. I asked
him how he was doing and we passed the time for a few minutes until I asked him
why he kept showing up and watching the house. He went back to staring at the
house for a few minutes and I thought he was not going to answer, but then in a
low voice, he started to talk.
“Did you ever hear of the Vincent family that used to live
there?” he asked, pointing with his cane at the big house. I told him “No”. He
grunted and continued. “When I was a boy, my best friend Fletcher Vincent and
his family moved into that house for a few months, that’s all it took, a few
months.” He nodded a few times and said “the house looks like it did then and
we were a couple of adventurous kids, so when he invited me over to stay the
night, we thought it would be fun to sleep up in the attic.” I could feel
gooseflesh on my arms as he continued, “We were 12, just 12 years old. Fletch
and I played cards, talked about girls and what we wanted to do when we grew up
and had a great time. We stayed up late until his Momma told us to turn out the
lamp and get to sleep in the 2 cots up there. We did and talked some more until
we drifted off to sleep.” The old man turned his head back and forth as if
trying avoid a blow and in a raspy voice said “ I woke up freezing , it was summer but I was
so cold and it took me a second to realize all my covers were gone and it was
deathly quiet and I was so scared I couldn’t move. Very little light came in
the window but I could see someone was in the room with us, just a few feet
away, crouching between the beds. I didn’t move, I was too scared to move. Just
then I heard Fletcher move, heard him say “Mom?”, A horrible voice went “Ah! And
there was a rushing sound and then a
terrible scream. I jumped for the stairs and fell down them, hitting the door
and rolling out on the second floor screaming for help.”
Mr. Vincent was there in seconds, I pointed and yelled that
someone was up there, and we rushed up the stairs with Mr. Vincent holding a
lantern high over his head and holding a big horse pistol ahead of him.
Upstairs he was yelling Fletch’s name, but there was no answer,the attic was
empty. Mr. Vincent tore the room apart, looked under the beds, in every part of
the attic but no one was there. I grabbed his arm and pointed to the bed. In
the center where Fletcher had been lying was a huge pool of blood soaking the
sheets. It was an awful night and I never saw him again.” I could see tears in
his eyes as he finished. “The police, the Sheriff, all the neighbors searched
the town, the woods, the whole county and never found anything. The Vincent’s
left not long afterwards, they never found him, and they never found a clue as
to what happened.” I stared at the grief stricken man until he said, “You tell
your brother not to let anyone go up there, he would be better off nailing the
stairway shut, but whatever he does tell him to never let anyone sleep up in
the attic again.”
1 comment:
ANother classic, Rex!
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