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As they say about the merits of iron versus wooden lawn furniture, "No rust
for the wicker." Right in the middle of writing a gargoyle, I read an
article in a newspaper that gives me an idea for another gargoyle.
Since it's a Halloween-ish sort of story ("Halloweeny" sounds like a
cocktail hot dog you give out to trick-or-treaters), I decided to write it
now.
Hope you enjoy, and YES, this was inspired by a _true_ story. More about
that after the story. By the way, this story has been revised a bit from
what I posted on the TG_Fiction List.
Ellie
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He-Demon
By Ellie Dauber
(c) 2002
Lemuel stuck a twig into the fire and used it to light his pipe. "Well," he
said, leaning back in his chair, "it being right 'round Hallerween, I 'spect
you'll wants t'hear a story 'bout spooks and spirits."
"Yeah," Rafe said, his 11-year old eyes was wide. "A scary story."
Little Sarah scootched up against me and shivered. "But not too scary."
"Not too scary, eh?" Lemuel said, taking a draw on his pipe. "Now there's
the story -- naw, that's too scary. I wouldn't want to scare Sarah none."
He scratched his chin for a moment and took another draw o'tobacco.
"There's the story of the ghost whut haunted a river."
"A whole river?" Rafe asked. "Why'd he do that?"
"A-well, when he was livin', he done pulled the biggest fish anybody'd ever
seen out that river. He was so proud, his ghost stayed along the river and
went... BOO!" Lemuel looked right at Sarah when he said that.
She let out a yell and turned away. Then she turned back and began to
giggle.
"Yep," Lemuel said. "He said 'boo!' t'anybody whut tried t'pull out a
bigger fish than the one he got."
"What'd they do t'make him stop?" Rafe asked.
"They dug up that there ghost's grave and tossed in a fishin' pole. Then
they fills the hole up again. Now that ol' ghost he can fish for hisself,
and he keeps quiet so's he don't scare the fish away from his own hook."
"That's silly," Sarah said. She giggled, only it done turn into a yawn
halfway through.
"Bedtime," I said.
"Don't wanna go t'bed." Sarah said.
"I don't recollect asking you," I said. "Gimme a kiss and get yourself
upstairs."
"Please," Sarah said. "Just one more story."
Lemuel reached over and scritched Sarah's hair. "You go do like your Daddy
said. I'll come back t'morrow and tell a story just for you."
"You promise?" Sarah said, looking him right in the eye.
"Cross m'heart and spit," Lemuel said. Then he done just that.
"You done promised me," Sarah said, "so's you gotta do it." She yawned
again. "G'might Uncle Lemuel; g'night, Daddy, Rafe." She kissed me on the
cheek. Rafe pulled back just in case she tried t'kiss him. She snorted at
him like she'd rather eat worms 'n kiss her brother, and marched herself
right up t'bed. Me, I just sat there and tried not to laugh at m'son.
'Specially not t'night. Not for what Lemuel was there t'do. I nodded for
Lemuel t'start.
"Rafe, I can't rightly believe how fast you're growing," Lemuel says.
Rafe sat hisself up ramrod straight. "Pa says I get a size bigger every
month."
"He surely do," I agreed. "I think he's even startin' to notice gals and
how they's different from boys."
"Pa!" Rafe said, even in the dim light, I could see his face get all red,
like."
"I think he's doing more than noticin' them," Lemuel said. "I reckon he's
starting t'think about how nice them differences can be. Am I right, boy?"
"Maybe a little," Rafe said quietly. He got hisself a big ol' grin on his
face.
"Then I knowed just the story t'tell," Lemuel said. "Micah, you r'member
Davie Harwell and what happened to him?"
"I do," I said. "But you know it better. You was there, so you get t'tell
it."
"All right, then," Lemuel began. "It started... what? "bout seven... yeah,
seven years ago over in Fulton. A gal, Polly Mae Burton, got herself beat
up n'raped on her way home from the general store. The sheriff, he looked,
looked high n'low, but there weren't no sign any place of who done it. All
Polly knew was that some body done jumped her from behind. He tore off her
dress and her drawers, and he done had his way with her before she even got
a chance t'scream."
"Didn't she see who it was?" Rafe asked. I'd just had me that talk with him
about gals a few months before. He knew what Lemuel was talking about. I
seen him looking at the gals all the time... at his school... at church...
everyplace. Gals and what a man could do with them was all he seemed
t'think about.
Same as any other boy his age.
"That there was the bad part," Lemuel continued. "She said that she did see
his face, and she said it weren't human. It was some kind of an animal
head, like a wolf's head, on the body of a man."
"A haunt," Rafe said. "A real haunt."
"Yep, and that weren't the last time it come around. It attacked two other
gals. One had herself an old coon gun. She shot it, right in the heart she
said. It just laughed. She throwed that rifle at it and ran. She got
away, too, and when they found that there gun, the barrel was twisted t'all
getout, something she could never o' done herself."
"What about that other gal?"
"There weren't no one around t'stop the haunt, and it done t'her just what
it done t'the first." Lemuel paused for another draw from his pipe. "'Cept
it done it on soft ground. After we found that gal and sent her t'see the
doc, we found tracks."
"Tracks? Naw, a haunt don't leave no tracks." Rafe said it sure as he
could.
"This one did," Lemuel said. "Ya see... well, I'll tell ya soon enough. We
got ourselves dogs, good coon dogs, and we tracked it. We tracked it for
two days. That haunt could hear them dogs, and it just kept on running,
through the briars, down the side of a mountain, and through a swamp. We
should've lost it, but a haunt, it don't smell like nothing else them dogs
ever smelt. You couldn't 'a shaken them off the scent with dollars nor
dynamite."
"We saw fresh tracks when we got ourselves out of that there swamp. We
thought it was too easy -- that they wasn't the haunt. Them dogs knew.
They started in barking and pulling at their leashes, so we men followed.
We followed them tracks across open country for about a mile. Now we was on
a farm now, fences and plowed field, but we weren't sure whose."
"And them tracks was getting downright odd. When we first seen 'em, them
tracks looked like they belonged to a big ol' man, full growed and then
some. But as we was getting closer to the farm, them tracks, they started
on getting smaller. By the time we got to the farm cabin, them tracks
looked more like it was a boy that made 'em."
"Luke Cromwell, the constable, he was leading us. He walked up to that
cabin door and knocked on it like it were something he done every day."
"That door creaked open. We all put up their own rifles, ready t'shoot the
haunt. Only, it weren't no haunt. It was a boy, fifteen maybe, in a pair
of overalls. He had sandy blonde hair and a face full a freckles. 'Can I
help you, sir,' he says in a tone that'd melt butter on your plate."
"We all thought that them dogs done made a mistake. A couple of us put down
their guns and said something real bad about them dogs. Not Luke. He done
look down, but he looked at the boy's feet. Sure enough, he had work boots
on, boots that looked just the right size to've made them tracks, and they
was covered with mud."
"'Anybody in the house here with you, boy,' Luke says, and he points his
rifle right at the boy."
"'No... no, sir,' that boy says."
"One of the other men says, 'What're you doing, Luke?'"
"Ol' Luke says, 'I'm catching me a haunt.' He pushes his rifle against that
boy's chest and tells him t'get into the house."
"The boy, he backs up into the house. Luke walks in, and the rest of us
follow."
"How come that ol' haunt didn't rush 'em?" Rafe interrupted. "You said
rifles couldn't hurt it."
"Well, now, I don't know. Maybe it was tired, or maybe a rifle could hurt
it when it turned itself into a boy. Maybe... hellfire! All I know is
that it was afraid of Luke's rifle. Now can I get on with this here story
I'm telling?"
"So anyway, there weren't nobody else in that cabin. It looked... it looked
just like any other one y'might see in these parts, 'cept they was a lot a
pictures on the walls, pictures of women cut out from ol' Sears Roebuck
'Wish Book' catalogs and some of them pictures from France that men get with
their chawing tobacco. The boy, he had a bunch of 'em stuck all over
th'walls."
"'I think we best tie you t'something till we can figure this out.' Luke
said."
"The boy just smiled. It must'a been the kind of smile a cat gets when it
starts t'play with a mouse. 'That ain't gonna help you none, sir. I gets
real strong again, and I can get free of anything. Them guns of your'n,
they ain't gonna hurt me. But I'm sure gonna hurt you all.'"
"'We'll just see 'bout that,' Luke said. He made that boy lie down, spread
eagle on a bed that was over in one corner of the room. Some of the men had
rope, and they tied that boy; they tied him down good. They found some more
rope -- and some good leather harness -- in a shed out back of th'cabin, and
they used it, too."
"When they started tying the boy down, one of the men, Efram Sook, decided
that this haunt was gonna take more'n rope t'deal with. Efram told Luke
what he was doing, then he headed out -- running fast as he could -- for
Pastor Jonas from the Gospel of Our Lord Church. Pastor Jonas, he was the
smartest man in them hills, and he was educated, a man of G-d. He'd know
what t'do."
"Efram and the Pastor came back in the Pastor's old buggy quick as they
could. The Pastor had him a copy of the Good Book and a box of crosses
blessed at some place called Lourdes and sent special delivery from there
for only $5.85 per set of six. The Pastor had four sets with him."
"They come back just in time. That haunt was coming back. The boy's body
was growing muscles like bottomland growed barley, and his face didn't look
none too human no more. It was pulling at them ropes and saying all sorts
of wicked things when he couldn't break 'em right off. That didn't stop it
none. It kept right on pulling, and some of them ropes was starting to show
the wear."
"The Pastor come in wearing his good frock coat and the big silver cross
that he only wore on Sundays. 'All right, you thing from Hell. I come
t'send you back thar in the name of Jesus.'"
"That thing hauled off and just spat at the Pastor, but he was sprier than
he looked, and he ducked. Good thing it missed him 'cause it burned the
wood when it hit the floor of that cabin. That ol' haunt, he just laughed
and laughed."
"By now, Efram had them boxes open. They was five men in the cabin besides
Pastor Jonas, and they each had them a handful of them crosses. 'Tie one
t'each set of them ropes,' the Pastor says. 'Efram, you put them four you
got under the bed; make a cross out've them.' We was all brave men, and we
done what the Pastor said. It took a few minutes, the way that thing kept
pulling at them ropes, twisting 'em in our hands, but when we was done, that
haunt stopped pulling the ropes. It just laid there and glared at the
Pastor with big yellow teeth, like a mad dog."
"Pastor Jonas looked at that haunt, kinda sad like. 'Why you come here,
haunt; why did you do this to that poor young boy?'"
"The haunt bared its teeth. 'He... Davie... wanted me... wanted me to
come... wanted the power I bring... power over the females that he hates...
that he _wants_... the females that won't love him as he loves them.' It
howled right then, but that howl, it sounded more like the cry of a lonely
man than the howl of an angry beast."
The Pastor got mad at that. 'You got no right 'come here, just like he had
no right t'be calling you.' He picked up the Good Book, turned some pages
and began to read. 'Each a you men put on one of them crosses,' the Pastor
said at one point. 'I don't want this devil jumping hisself into one of
you.' He went back t'reading as soon as he saw we all got them crosses on.
He read... I don't know... it may've been an hour; it may've been forty days
and forty nights. We all stayed there, saying 'Amen' when we felt the need,
keeping our rifles ready just in case."
"That haunt weren't laughing now. It's face weren't none too human, but it
looked t'me like it was in pain. 'A deal,' it suddenly said."
"One man asked, 'What kind of a deal? The Pastor got you demon, you got
nothing t'deal with.'"
"The haunt shook its head. 'I can save this boy pain. I was promised three
females, and I have already had two. Give me the third, and I will leave
the boy in peace. If not, you must force me out. You will win, but the
boy... the boy will feel... _pain_, great pain.'"
"'The words in this book will protect the boy,' the Pastor said. 'And I
ain't one t'deal in the bodies of young women.'"
"The haunt laughed, a pained laugh, but still a laugh. 'No, just in their
souls, which can be worth so much more... or so much less.' It laughed
again, coughing a little, like it was hurt bad inside."
"The Pastor looked triumphant. 'I am winning, hellspawn, and you will soon
be gone back thar t'the pit.' He started reading again. I recognized some
of the words from the Psalms."
"All of a sudden that ol' haunt let out a scream that chilled my blood. 'I
am going, Pastor, but I will take my payment with me yet.' Then the haunt
pulled against the ropes, arching its back like some trapped animal. It
started in t'glow, red like an ember, and smoke like oil on a hotplate. The
air smelled of what had to be brimstone. Then there was a pop, and it was
gone."
"'Is it over?' the boy asked. He sounded kinda scared."
"We all looked at the bed. "'Not yet,' the Pastor said. The boy looked down
at hisself. His body was still glowing."
"'I feel right strange,' the boy said. His voice sounded different from
b'fore, higher n'softer. Now I seen a lot things in my days, but I never
saw anything like whut happened next. The boy's hair was growing, growing
fast. It came down over his ears and it didn't stop it it was a-hanging
down 'round his shoulders. His face got a little bit thinner, so did his
body, all his muscles just sorta went away. I looked at him close, and I
could see he didn't have no adam's apple no more."
"Whut was happening to him?" Rafe asked.
"Whatever it was, it kept right on happinging. He got smaller, shorter. In
fact the straps of them overalls started t'slip off his shoulders. That bib
on them overalls hung down low on his chest. He didn't have no hair on his
chest, but he had something thar... two somethings, and they was getting
bigger. She saw whut they was doing, and she grabbed that bib and pulled it
up almost to her neck."
"She," Rafe said. "What d'you mean, 'she'?"
Lemuel smiled. "I mean there wasn't no boy on that bed. It was a gal, a
pretty little thing, with hair down past her shoulders. She still had them
freckles, but they just made her look cute, 'specially with them big blue
eyes she had. She had a gal's figure, too, I tell you. It was a good thing
that she was wearing bib overalls t'cover up things that a man ain't
supposed to see in public. Her face was flushed and she was panting like
she'd just done a full days work. It was kinds nice watching them...
watching the top of her overaslls go up n'down like they done. "
"What happened to the boy?" Rafe said stubbornly, not quite understanding.
"Why, Rafe, that haunt said it wanted payment. It took payment. Davie
called that ol' haunt 'cause of the way he was thinking 'bout gals and whut
he wanted t'do with... do _to_ them. So, it took that boy's manhood,
changed him into a gal somehow before it got drove out by the Pastor."
I took a quick look over at Rafe. He looked like he was paying attention
now, and that was why I asked Lemuel t'tell the tale. A boy his age should
be thinkin' of gals, but his ma and me was afraid he was doing it a little
too much for it t'be healthy.
"After we got her untied, she climbed off that bed and got a good look at
herself. We almost got a good look. Them overalls was way too big for her
now, and they almost fell off. The Pastor took off his frock coat and put
it over her. He put a cross 'round her neck... just t'make sure. She done
picked it up and kissed it."
"Didn't she mind getting turned into a gal like that?"
"No, Rafe. She said she got to hate what that haunt was making her do. She
wasn't happy, but she said it was a punishment she deserved."
"'Amen,' the Pastor said, and we all joined in."
"The gal -- she decided to call herself 'Daisy' -- thanked us all for
rescuing her. She was an orphan. Her daddy and momma had left her the
farm, but she didn't want any part of it now. She rode back t'town with
Efram and the Pastor. She sold that farm -- or most of it; gave some of the
money t'each of the gals that ol' haunt had attacked."
"She stayed in the Pastor's house. His sister, Miss Hermione, taught her
how t'act like a lady. Why I r'member the first time she came t'church on a
Sunday. She wore a white dress that Miss Hermione had sewed for her, and
she looked --"
"Hold on there a minute," Rafe said, he eyes suddenly very wide. "That
haunt gal, is she still living at the Parson's house?"
Lemuel smiled and ran his fingers through Rafe's hair. "No, Rafe, she
ain't. Your Aunt _Daisy_ said for y'all to be sure to r'member t'come by
her... _our_ house this Sunday for dinner after church."
***
So what's the true story that inspired this tale?
According to an article in yesterday's Detroit News (10/28/02), a local
evangelical minister has been arrested and charged with molesting women
while he performed exorcisms on them.
No, I'm not in Detroit; I was hunting in an on-line edition of the paper for
another article about the availability of certain types of prescription
drugs in poor Detroit neighborhoods.
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