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Some of you newly departed will get a real kick out of this one................
This tale begins in a small town , on the maps if you can find it you must of used a microscope it is so small.There couldn't be more then a hundred souls living in this small hamlet.But this stories not about them.Its dead souls are the ones this stories about.
John Robbins was once a man to be reckoned with,now he was just a feeble old man waiting for the reaper to harvest his soul,He had lived in the town of Green Meadows all his life and it had been a long trip to where he was now a broken down and tired man whose only wish was to take the final long rest.This tale doesn't start here but back in his cursed life. His life like everyones life started at birth,but even from the beginning he was doomed. On his screaming arrival on this mortal plane,his mother the only thing his father lived for died giving John life. For that reason his father from that day would have a cold heart towards the boy. So because of his father, John grew up cruel and twisted. A mean fathers meanness went through the boy and was doubled on it's way out.Anyone in the boy's sights could find themselves in a whole heap of hurt.But on his way on the path to adulthood John would have an experience that would change him forever.A night of terror that would break him like a rag doll and make the man he had grown up to be a shadow of his former self.The people of Green Meadows liked the change .He was no longer mean he was no longer anything he never bothered anyone any more.He didn't have the will or the energy to,not after that night in late September when the world as he knew it was transformed forever.
This night like most in his life started in the only bar in town the Badton inn,it was the towns one stop hotel,restaurant,and bar. The food was awful,the beds lumpy and the drinks were reported to be watered down.To John it was his only home,he spent more time here then anywhere else wallowing in self pity. Like most nights he had gotten in to a fight,always winning on pure meanness. He was now nursing his final beer and would soon be making his usual trip home in the clouded mist of a man who was drunk.Like all the other nights before his path would be the same,down the hill ,take the short cut through the cemetery,and down two more blocks to the old boarding house he called home.
But this night to him felt different as he made his way home there was a coldness in his bones,not from the temperature of the air.No the coldness traveled from the back of his neck to the tips of his toes,the coldness was called fear.Something in all his lifetime up to this point he had never felt before and that made the feeling like a knife cutting down into his soul. He had made his way up the hill , and now entered the front gate of the cemetery he walked slowly feeling his courage leave him like a wave. Then he could feel his heart pound in his chest making the sound of a drum as it hit his ribs.Then there was a scream , a sound so terrifying that it could never had been made by a human voice.The air went out of his lungs and his legs began to shake.He began to wildly look around and in the distance to his right he thought he could make out something a shape moving.Then in his mind he began thinking it only some kid trying to mess with you, John Robbins.He steeled his courage and made his way towards the shape. But when he got there ,he realized where he was standing .It was before his mothers grave,the mother he never knew.As he stood there just staring a hand reached up out of the grave and grabbed his foot.He was caught like a deer in the headlights unable to move a muscle.Then a voice tired from pain said, don't let my death be in vane ,I died giving you birth now your like this..A mean evil man,a man without a heart,a man without a soul.Change son,please change then he felt the hand release him.He shook like a tree in a wind and fell down hard hitting the ground with a thud. He was found there the next day muttering I,ll be better mom I'll be better.
The towns only policeman took him home ,Thinking he was just drunk,to let him sleep it off.When he did finally wake he was a changed man he never bothered anyone, never drank, never fought and the meaness left him.But nothing else came to fill the hole in his soul except fear.When you looked in John Robbins eye you could see it, the glint of fear.....................................