The Johnson Cottage Shackled Spirits
May 4, 20018, we are heading north
to a small farming community
on the outskirts of Springville
we received a phone call about a
possible haunted Bed and Breakfast Hotel
to be exact the only one in town,
family owned & operated since the early 1800's
established by John & Catherine Johnson
the Johnson Cottage is a very popular
vacation destination for couples wanting to retreat from the daily rat race of the city
with a well earned reputation & attention to detail
it was all good, until the dead body of Marietta Creel was found in room 6
earlier this same year, apparently autopsy revealed an "undetermined cause of death "
for which the Cottage has undergone
heavy duty litigation, but not only that,
the employees began reporting strange happenings
in room 6, even prior to Marietta's death
like strong smells emanating from the room
weird sounds & a general heaviness when entering the room for daily maintenance
hearsay goes its "devil possessed" 'others think its the ghosts of the late Johnsons
nonetheless, nearing the conclusion of our investigation
we did discover the Cottage used to be a slave plantation in its early prime
it's alleged Mr.Johnson had killed several of the men, in an attempt to cover his affairs with the "women of color"
we couldn't pick up on any "real devil'
what we did find was a gruesome history of what still goes on in our global societies
prejudices, racism & violations to our inherent human rights
these are the never ending demons that haunt small minds
Voices of Ghosts
- Author: voices of ghosts ( Offline)
- Published: April 3rd, 2022 13:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Some things never change, they just resurface to work towards an actual redemption by Voices of Ghosts
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
nice, sometimes the worse devils are those disguised in human form,well done
Dahlia
Thanks again Dahlia by the way you have a beautiful name
Great job, reminds me of ghost hunters and ghost adventures,two shows that I used to watch all the time, the evidence was uncanny
Thank you for reading blue orchid!
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