Know what? I feel compelled to inflict this on you. When we were kids, my
brother and I made tape recordings of a little fictitious radio station,
WDUM, and on it, we did a show called "Mother Bell" which
consisted primarily of prank phone calls. It occurred to me the other day that
I should include Mother Bell as a podcast in the sequel to
The House at Black Tooth Pond, tentatively titled Broken Barriers.. Prepare to be inflicted upon.
The Mother Bell Podcast
Sylvan County’s Voice of Wisdom, Love, and What All
Sylvan County’s Voice of Wisdom, Love, and What All
Hello, children! This is Mother Bell, back with you on a chilly Sunday
evening, hoping that come tomorrow, you survive your daring leap back into the
workweek. I myself have had the loveliest weekend, and I trust you did too. My
son, Scott, and his wife, Bethany, and my two grandchildren, Johnny and Mary
Lynn, visited me yesterday, and I can’t tell you what it means to me that they
give so freely of their time and energy in my old age. Without them, I could
not get by. Oh no, I could not! And I know, many of my friends and neighbors
are envious of this, and even some of you, too. But that’s okay. Y’all just
envy away. Someday or another, everybody’s gonna get what’s coming to ’em.
Speaking of, whatever is coming, ain’t nobody knows, but I’m here to tell you
things here in our town are spooky. It’s like, not so long ago, all these
people from here vanished under 'mysterious circumstances.' So, what about our
good ol’ sheriff, huh? Well, he and his people did their investigation stuff
and such for a while, and then...they up and threw up their hands. Well,
that’s what I heard. Then the FBI comes along, and they do their FBI stuff and
such, and then they throw up their hands and go away.
I ask you, children, what is going on here?
Imma let you in on a secret. A lot of y’all know that I live up on Copper
Peak, and in my lifetime, I have seen devils flying around up here. These are
real, true devils, not just bad people who’ve never had the Lord in their
hearts. I know, nowadays, we prefer to think that the devil is nothing more
than the evil that human beings do, but I’m here to tell you, it’s not like
that. These are the most frightening things you could ever imagine, and
sometimes you can even smell ’em. Sometimes, that’s the only way to know
they’re nearby.
And listen. They’re not just up on Copper Peak. Oh, no, they’re all around in
this old, old part of the country, lurking and skulking in the dark shadows.
So, I’m telling you, children, keep the Lord in your hearts and be vigilant.
Be careful of these devils. If you see them, they may well see you. And if
they do, you’d better be wearing the Lord’s armor, else they may not pass you
by. I keep my armor on day and night, and I surely do thank the Lord every day
for His protection and His mercy.
We gonna talk more about this in a bit, but right now, I’m gonna put on one of
my all-time favorite praiseful songs, “This Is the Day That the Lord Has
Made,” sung by the incomparable Mr. Fillmore Skillman, for you to contemplate
and enjoy. And while I’m gone, let it be known, like I always tell you: you
won’t see me, but Imma see you, because I’m gonna be around, children. So,
bye-bye for now, and I’ll be back in five.
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