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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 09/27/2017
Ole Man Higgins
Born 1955, M, from Norwich NY, United StatesOle Man Higgins
By Herm Sherwood-Sitts
One stormy night on their way home from the store, Cal and Brandon Dickenson accidently bumped into an ole man coming out of Bronson’s Tavern. He was a grumpy ole cuss with stubble on his face, tattered dirty cloths and a top hat. He had a sack over his shoulder with something dripping… that looked like blood.
“Out of the way you little scoundrels,” he grumbled, pushing the boys to the side.
He loaded the blood soaked sack into his horse and buggy and rode away in the pouring rain.
That night while warming by the fire the boys discussed what they had seen.
“What do ya think was in the sack?” asked Cal.
“I think it was a dead body,” said Brandon, with his eyes opened wide.
“I saw the blood dripping!” said Cal.
That night the boys didn’t sleep very well. With the covers over their heads, they thought all night about what they had seen.
The next day they saw the buggy sitting in front of the barber shop on the other side of the street.
Mr. Smith was sweeping the porch to his store, while the boys sat on the steps chewing on liquorish sticks.
“Mr. Smith… who is the ole man that owns that buggy?” asked Brandon.
“That’s ole man Higgins. You boys stay away from him… He’s kind of strange,” said Mr. Smith.
Just after dark that night, the boys watched as the horse and buggy pulled up to the alley beside the tavern. Ole man Higgins went in and it seemed like forever until he came out.
After a while he staggered out with another blood soaked sack. After throwing the sack in the back; he crawled up into his buggy and proceeded up the street.
The boys followed on their bicycles.They traveled to the far end of town. As the buggy turned into the cemetery, the boys stopped their bikes and looked at each other. High above the cemetery, on a hill, sat ole Man Higgins mansion. The boys sat there for a while and watched as the light in the east tower became lit.
Curiosity got the best of them and they proceeded through the scary cemetery. The silhouette of the dead apple trees looked like monsters in the pale moonlight. The long howl of a coyote made them think about werewolves.
“Cal keep your eyes peeled for Zombies…We are in a cemetery!” whispered Brandon.
About then an owl made a Whoo-Hoo sound and Cal screamed like a girl!
When they reached the rickety old mansion, the door was open just enough for the boys to squeeze through. They could barely see by the light of the moon as they slowly crept up the squeaky, creaky, stairs. The kerosene lantern shone dimly, in the far room at the end of the hallway. The boys very carefully tiptoed to the last room.
“Do you see anybody in there?” whispered Cal.
“No … But the bloody bag is sitting on the table,” whispered Brandon.
The boys entered the room. Bang! The door slammed shut and the wind blew out the light!
“It seems we have visitors Brutis,” said a deep scary voice.
There in the dark, sitting in a high back chair, was ole man Higgins. Next to him was a huge, drooling Rottweiler dog. His upper lip was raised showing his huge sharp teeth.
The boys could hear water bubbling and the moon light was reflecting off of glass jars. They were pretty sure they were in a laboratory.
“I think they want to see what is in the bag Brutis. Just reach into the bag boys,” snickered the ole man.
“No thank you sir,” Cal said shyly.
“Reach Into The Bag!” demanded Ole Man Higgins.
Brutis made a low growl.
Cal reached into the bag. He felt a slimy eyeball.
“Hand it to me,” demanded the ole man.
Cal handed him the eyeball and the ole man ate it!
“Love them eyeballs!” said the ole man.
“Yuck,” swallowed Brandon.
“Your turn big brother!” said the ole man to Brandon!
Brandon reached into the bag and pulled out a brain.
The ole man grabbed the brain from Brandon and took a big bite!
“Tasty brains!” said the ole man, with his mouth full.
The boys were sticking out their tongues and making awful faces.
The ole man made the boys find him guts, fingers and scabs. And he ate them all… but his favorite was the heart!
“He’s got to be a Zombie!” screamed Brandon.
“RUN!” yelled Cal.
About then the lantern lit up.
“Hubert! Are you scaring these poor boys?” scolded an old lady. “Why are my tomatoes, grapes, cauliflower, carrots and spaghetti all over the table? You were supposed to put them in the jars so I can can them.”
Water was bubbling on the stove in the canner and the jars were for the vegetables, fruit and pasta. The blood on the sack was juice from a squashed tomato.
The boys were not in a laboratory they were in Mrs. Higgins kitchen!
Happy Halloween!
Ole Man Higgins(Herm Sherwood-Sitts)
Ole Man Higgins
By Herm Sherwood-Sitts
One stormy night on their way home from the store, Cal and Brandon Dickenson accidently bumped into an ole man coming out of Bronson’s Tavern. He was a grumpy ole cuss with stubble on his face, tattered dirty cloths and a top hat. He had a sack over his shoulder with something dripping… that looked like blood.
“Out of the way you little scoundrels,” he grumbled, pushing the boys to the side.
He loaded the blood soaked sack into his horse and buggy and rode away in the pouring rain.
That night while warming by the fire the boys discussed what they had seen.
“What do ya think was in the sack?” asked Cal.
“I think it was a dead body,” said Brandon, with his eyes opened wide.
“I saw the blood dripping!” said Cal.
That night the boys didn’t sleep very well. With the covers over their heads, they thought all night about what they had seen.
The next day they saw the buggy sitting in front of the barber shop on the other side of the street.
Mr. Smith was sweeping the porch to his store, while the boys sat on the steps chewing on liquorish sticks.
“Mr. Smith… who is the ole man that owns that buggy?” asked Brandon.
“That’s ole man Higgins. You boys stay away from him… He’s kind of strange,” said Mr. Smith.
Just after dark that night, the boys watched as the horse and buggy pulled up to the alley beside the tavern. Ole man Higgins went in and it seemed like forever until he came out.
After a while he staggered out with another blood soaked sack. After throwing the sack in the back; he crawled up into his buggy and proceeded up the street.
The boys followed on their bicycles.They traveled to the far end of town. As the buggy turned into the cemetery, the boys stopped their bikes and looked at each other. High above the cemetery, on a hill, sat ole Man Higgins mansion. The boys sat there for a while and watched as the light in the east tower became lit.
Curiosity got the best of them and they proceeded through the scary cemetery. The silhouette of the dead apple trees looked like monsters in the pale moonlight. The long howl of a coyote made them think about werewolves.
“Cal keep your eyes peeled for Zombies…We are in a cemetery!” whispered Brandon.
About then an owl made a Whoo-Hoo sound and Cal screamed like a girl!
When they reached the rickety old mansion, the door was open just enough for the boys to squeeze through. They could barely see by the light of the moon as they slowly crept up the squeaky, creaky, stairs. The kerosene lantern shone dimly, in the far room at the end of the hallway. The boys very carefully tiptoed to the last room.
“Do you see anybody in there?” whispered Cal.
“No … But the bloody bag is sitting on the table,” whispered Brandon.
The boys entered the room. Bang! The door slammed shut and the wind blew out the light!
“It seems we have visitors Brutis,” said a deep scary voice.
There in the dark, sitting in a high back chair, was ole man Higgins. Next to him was a huge, drooling Rottweiler dog. His upper lip was raised showing his huge sharp teeth.
The boys could hear water bubbling and the moon light was reflecting off of glass jars. They were pretty sure they were in a laboratory.
“I think they want to see what is in the bag Brutis. Just reach into the bag boys,” snickered the ole man.
“No thank you sir,” Cal said shyly.
“Reach Into The Bag!” demanded Ole Man Higgins.
Brutis made a low growl.
Cal reached into the bag. He felt a slimy eyeball.
“Hand it to me,” demanded the ole man.
Cal handed him the eyeball and the ole man ate it!
“Love them eyeballs!” said the ole man.
“Yuck,” swallowed Brandon.
“Your turn big brother!” said the ole man to Brandon!
Brandon reached into the bag and pulled out a brain.
The ole man grabbed the brain from Brandon and took a big bite!
“Tasty brains!” said the ole man, with his mouth full.
The boys were sticking out their tongues and making awful faces.
The ole man made the boys find him guts, fingers and scabs. And he ate them all… but his favorite was the heart!
“He’s got to be a Zombie!” screamed Brandon.
“RUN!” yelled Cal.
About then the lantern lit up.
“Hubert! Are you scaring these poor boys?” scolded an old lady. “Why are my tomatoes, grapes, cauliflower, carrots and spaghetti all over the table? You were supposed to put them in the jars so I can can them.”
Water was bubbling on the stove in the canner and the jars were for the vegetables, fruit and pasta. The blood on the sack was juice from a squashed tomato.
The boys were not in a laboratory they were in Mrs. Higgins kitchen!
Happy Halloween!
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