Night of the Spirits
by sloanranger
Part 7
"Why... why I wouldn't lie to you, Miz Crayton." He stuttered.
"Weather won't be fit tomorrow - maybe next day neither," the old woman said. "But after that Angus, I'll be going to the cemetery and I better find that dog's grave next to Jeb's. And you'd best recall it was the last thing Jeb ever asked of you, you fool."
Jeb Crayton's wife's eyes squinted and her face turned into a cold thing.
The drunken man quivered all over from the way the old woman was looking at him and from the memory of Jeb's last word's.
Why was everything so hard? Angus thought. Why couldn't a man relax with a quiet dram without being cursed or looked at like he was a papist?
"I remember," he said, admitting to nothing else. The woman turned without a word and disappeared into the storm.
(To be continued).
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Night of the Spirits - @Short Story
Cerita Pendek@SHORTSTORY - Historical Fiction, Horror: Dying man Jeb Crayton, asks his friend Angus, an old Scot who likes his liquor to help his widow after he's gone. Days later, Angus is asked to bury Jeb's dog, Joe. It becomes a horrific task.
