Miss Mary Weather

Wreck, Little Ruth said she saw Rev. Cration hanging up in this tree. I don't see any thing," Mr. Papa said. "Neither do I," Mrs. Wreck replied. He was there, the Rev. was there I know he was, I saw him with my own eyes.

"Well child!"

"Do not well child me, talking to Mrs. Wreck the first time in her life rudely."

"Is this Rev. Cration's bible?" my mamma asked.

"Yes it is," Mrs. Wreck said. Mrs. Wreck actually seen Rev. Cration in that tree, but did not divulge it for some reason or another. As she said neither do I,Mrs. Wreck skin scrawled up her arms like rain drops on the roof of a house.

"Do not open that book child," Mrs. Wreck yelled. I already did.

"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness," Mrs. Wreck mumbled, saying I felt the wind blowing a few months ago and in it, it spoke saying-Death is coming and it will take a long time to pass.

"What's going on here Mr. Papa asked?" See look in the book Mr. Papa in the inside cover. Mrs. Wreck whispered, he won't see it child.

"See what, I don't see anything, anything but Bessemer hospital written in it. Who's ever bible this is or was must have stolen it." The other folks arrived soon after. It was Ms. Steward, the lady with the okra patch, Mr. Crow and his oldest son Bishop who raised pigs, Mr. Pete, the Southern gossiper, Tim, Ralph, and Boe my mother's classmates and my grandmother who they called Ma dear.

The sky became dark as tar that builders use to do the roofs of the 3-day houses up the hill and over a ways.

As the sky darkened, everyone stood in amazement. My grandmother told mamma, come on child, this day we will never forget. It started to rain and the crowd quickly dispersed running back to their homes like a bat out of hell, because hell was chasing. My mom and grandmother made it to the house soaked to the bone. My grandmother locked all the doors and closed all the window shades.

Suddenly, a light peaked through the cracked shades, the rain had stopped just as quickly as it started. Grandmamma sat my mother on her lap and they talked about what had happened. Grandma explained to her all that had occurred and she believed her. Wait right here child, said granny as she walked back to her bedroom. She pulled out a trunk from under her bed that was old and dusty with a sanctimonious cross surrounding the side of it. Bring it into the living room child asked my mother.

As she slowly opened the trunk she pulled out a little box about the size of a building block. Inside the box was a charm, an old Indian talisman with rubies fixated around a pearly white stone an inside the stone were the words quiche which means GOD ALMIGHTY. You see my grandmother was half Cherokee Indian and Ethiopian. She explained the power the charm held and placed it around my mother's neck. This will protect you child, said grand mamma. Grand mamma said to my mother in a soft voice, in the days to come, hell has been released an its name is MISS MARY WEATHER AND SHE WILL COME FOR YOU, YOUR CHILDREN, AND YOUR CHILDREN'S CHILDREN IN THEIR DREAMS AND IF SHE ESCAPES....THEIR REALITY.

After the dawning of the charm around my mother's neck they sat and ate dinner.