I wrote the book, "Legend of the Bottoms" in 2005, but didn't attempt to have it published. I am presenting it here as a series.
An Introduction to The Haunting Of Estate Estremita - Chapter Two - Part One
If you read Chapter one of this series, you know that Danny Grayson had a terrible nightmare about a creature entering his room and reaching for him. Now, he and his family are en route to their new home in Summersend, Tennessee. Come, take the trip with them.
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The Trip Begins on a Beautiful Day
The weather was wonderful; not to warm and not too cool. On second thought it wasn't just wonderful; it was perfect. The sky was majestic blue, with a few large, fluffy clouds that seemed to hang there above them as if they had been painted by a master artist. The Grayson's were taking their time, as they drove through the countryside, trying to take in all the scenery. It seemed that the other drivers on the same highway were in no hurry either and appeared to be taking in the scenery too.
An October's drive through western Tennessee was always an adventure for Bob Grayson and his family. They loved to see the changing colors of the leaves. Each type of tree had its own specific color of leaves and this kaleidoscope of colors on the trees, on the ground and those blowing about on the roadway, made for a wonderland of beauty. The family also enjoyed watching the farmers pick their cotton, and this part of Tennessee had many fields of what the farmers once called, white gold. It was still one of the most important crops here.
Enjoying Old Memories
Bob could remember when he was a little boy, how he had watched people picking some of the cotton by hand. Even though the mechanical cotton pickers were used then by the big farmers, a few people with small farms still picked their own the old-fashioned way. When he got big enough, he had helped his father on their small farm, but his father had not grown cotton. He usually planted soybeans or corn, and sometimes sweet potatoes, so Bob had not had any experience with the growing of white gold. Bailing and hauling hay was also etched in his memory, but not as one of his favorite experiences. He could still feel the way the hay straw made him itch when it fell down the collar of his shirt.
In a way, he had been relieved when his father sold their place. It had taken such a financial burden off both his father and mother, that he had not minded losing that inheritance. After all, he did not know what would have happened to his family if they had not sold the farm. His father had made a good profit from the sale at a time when some farmers were losing everything. The money had come at a good time. His mother learned she had cancer shortly after the sale of the property and did not last six months. The money had helped his father with the medical bills and funeral arrangements and gave him something to live on.
Bob Remembers Starting his Family
As the car moved north on highway 67, Bob's mind continued to replay more of the important and sentimental events of October. It was during this month, eighteen years ago that he had met Karen, and they began dating. Bob and Karen's courtship that fall had led to marriage in January, and later the marriage produced their two children, Danny, now sixteen and Tina, seven.
The Grayson Family had visited Tennessee many times and always enjoyed the scenery, and no matter how many times they traveled a particular road, they found something new each time. This time; however, it was more than just a visit; it was a new life for the family of four, who had lived in Sioux City, Iowa, for the last few years, and many small towns across the country before that. Bob Grayson sold pharmaceuticals for several different companies during those years, and his family had been uprooted many times, with his son attending four different schools. It would be different now. Tina was going to have a more secure childhood; for it was time to plant and begin a new career at a job, he had not done since he was a child. He was going to become farmer Grayson.
Why Did James Haulsted Will His Home to Bob
Bob had just inherited a farm and a considerable amount of money from his late step-uncle, James. It had been a surprise to him and his family when they received a call from his uncle's lawyer. At Bob thought it was strange because James and Bob's dad had not spoken for nearly fifty years. He didn't know what caused the rift between the two step-brothers, but he did know that there was some type of family secret which had made his father hold a grudge and much contempt for his uncle James.
"Why did James choose me to leave his place to?" He had asked after he had been notified of the inheritance. "I never even met the man, and dad would not speak his name," he exclaimed. It perplexed him, but he finally came to the conclusion that James had no descendants of his own and did not want the farm to go to the state; therefore, he left it to the only person that could even remotely be considered a family member.
Bob is Grateful For The Inheritance
He wanted to know more about his Uncle but had no one to ask. Bob's Dad had also died a few years back and probably wouldn't have talked to him about James anyway. He remembered once before his mother passed away, she had mentioned something about James, and his father had cursed her and warned her not to speak his name again. He had never seen his father that angry, and it scared him. It evidently scared his mother too, for she never mentioned him again that he knew of.
No matter what the motive James may have had, Bob was very grateful for the land was anxious to see the house and property. The lawyer had described the house as pretty run down but also said it had its advantages. He said it pre-dated the Civil and could be restored to its former splendor with some hard work and a lot of love. The attorney also told Bob that the house sat on eight hundred acres of farm and timberland, that included a lake. He also said there were lots of deer and wild turkey on the property. Danny had said earlier that he wanted to go deer hunting and described his trophy buck as having spots and flaming horns. The family had laughed at his outrageous description of the deer.
Karen Hoped The Countryside Would Inspire Her to Write Again
The Grayson Family had tried to picture the place in their minds, and each had their own individual idea of what it would look like, but after today they would not have to wonder anymore. They planned to spend the first night in their new home tonight.
Karen hoped that living in the country would inspire and revive her writing career, which had seemed to wan in the last few years. Even though she had been successful in having several magazine articles published, she had not been capable of turning out any publishable material since they had moved to Mississippi from Georgia. Maybe, with a new beginning, her artistic juices would flow again, and she could write that novel she had in her head.
Arrival Into Summersend
Even though Bob had received general directions to the property from Uncle James's Attorney, he was still unsure if he could find the place without asking some local person, so he planned to stop at a service station in Thompsonville, which was the nearest town to the farm and ask directions.
As the Grayson's entered the town limits of Summersend, Tennessee, on Tennessee State Route 67. it was as if they had traveled back in time. As the entire family stared out of the windows of the grey Mercury Marquis, Karen remarked excitedly, "Bob, will you look at all the old houses; they are so majestic!" "They are all of that and more," Bob replied with a smile on his face.
Join us next time and experience the family's excitement when they see their new home. Also, feel Danny's reaction of fear, as he recognizes the fact that the house was the same one in his nightmare of the night before. Stay tuned for "The Haunting of Estate Estremita: Chapter Two - Part Two."
© 2018 Gerry Glenn Jones