The Turn

The Turn, Alonzo Owens. The story begins on a remote, deserted road of the Imagery Mountains, through the years there has been many tales of strange occurrences that took place along the ten mile turn along the mountain roadway. Around about the five mile marker or so,one of the most recalled is, The Turn. As story has it, there were car headlights that were seen as they approached the Turn and when the opposing car would lower their high beams to prevent creating a blind spot, the oncoming vehicle never passed instead, simply vanished. Jeb Hollister still to this day swears on a stack of Holy Bibles that, one night while traveling the stretch of road, he noticed a light being waved as if someone had a brake down right there darn close to that thar' Turn, well! Jeb exclaimed, "Would be non to neighborly to just pass without even offering a heaping of hospitality to another god made human being. So, as old Jedadiah pulled back on the clutch of his old hen delivery panel truck and slowly applied the brakes, Squealing to a stop... He noticed, that the light he saw waving from in the distance, was no longer to be seen. "Well if that don't beat all" thought old Jeb, "If that don't beat all".

Being the kind of man that Jebadiah was forged of, he started to look around, first in the nearby brush, then up the steep hillside, and down the way a might, hmm! I guess old age has a hankering to aid old fools in their misightings, he muttered (especially after a couple of Swigs of Momma Minnie's (Cure all) Moonshine. Again, old Jebadiah exclaimed, "if that don't beat all". Certain that he only imagined what he saw, Jeb went back to the warmth and comfort of his old Jalopy...suddenly, there was a faint cry... is anyone there? Jebadiah turned and said "What in tarnations?" Jeb slammed the door of the jalopy and curiously walked in the direction of the cry. Again no one or nothing, "Look" said Jebadiah "I'm a man of patience but I'll be horn fuddle if I put up with this hoop-la-la of a jokester who isn't man enough to present his whereabouts" sides, tis' cold and I'm pretty near giving a spit bout this here funnins' that ain't funnins' no more. So, goodnight with your falootins' on an old tired soul.

As Jeb turned to head back to comfort, the cry said... "Jebadiah! don't leave! please don't leave "What in heavens good name is going on here?" and where the devil is you?" exclaimed Jebadiah. Dang Nabit! I done took all a feller can take I'm gonna get my Shotgun and introduce myself with, two barrels of buckshot iffin' you don't let go of this fool-hardy foolness. (In all the years of toting that old Shotgun of his, Jebadiah only fired it a hand full of times then only, because, hunger had paid Jebs belly a visit... and the only way to shorten it's stay was to go hunting Rabbits for a large Pot of Stew.) With only One barrel of Buckshot Jebadiah said..."You best show yourself or git ta gittin"... did y'all here?! I said, "git ta gittin!" I know ya'll... some of them University fellers from town tryin' to put a scare in old Jeb hee-hee, well tain't a workin' so's ya'll best mosey along before someone gets a seat full of buckshot.

A moment to two, passed and a still quiet came over the fog riddled area and a chill ran down Jeb's Spine the likes of nothing he had ever known before, "Okee/dokee! this done purty near gone far enough" Jeb said. With his rusted Shotgun now gripped for usage, while wondering would the comfort of his tattered old truck offer a tad more safety in spite of the urges that he had to run back to it and lock the doors and roll up both partially missing windows and continue on his way. Does y'all hear what I says' this is gone far enough! Waiting for a reply. Jebadiah slowly started to step further in the direction where the voice was last heard, then all of sudden he lurched backward as though some unseen force had repelled him back on his heels, "Good Heavens! what in the name of Almighty Christ?!" Jebadiah squawked, he walked over and looked down and there was a Cavern... a bottomless Cavern - and another voice not fashioned of the first one... said, step back because here is where souls to be taken go and souls to move on are asked to please don't leave and if any attention is paid to the beckons of the voice they shall be spared. From that point, it is now known as... The Turn... in which fates are decided. Alonzo Owens.