Echoe Village
It was a clear crisp morning around
11 am or so konw one could be seen for miles
There was a diner sign hanging off it's post and
blinking from a shortage in the wires behind
the diner were lot's of houses I got the strangest
feeling I was alone in this town because for some
reason all homes seemed empty I mean no one
could be home in the dark well not everyone in
the town I thought I was in some horror novel
with out a new script I looked and listened I felt
like I was losing my mind it was so quiet but in
the darkness and soundless town I heard a noise
I followed it in the shadows it was a kid a little
boy he was hiding behind a street lantern he
looked as if he couldn't speak so I finally yelled
hey hey hey hey! before the last echoe of hey
could sound lights came on in each house one
after the other I started to run to the first house
in my path which was a small grey house made
of stone different kinds of stones like they were
placed there and not built I could see that the
lights were on but the windows covered in dust
so I wiped a circle on the side window the circle
was the size of my face I then peeked inside I
could feel someone was breathing on my neck
I turned in complete fear it was a little old lady
I breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn't a serial
killer or worst a ghost behind her tugging at
her dress was the little boy I'd seen him earlier
she said to me in a soft gentle tone voice why
my stars young lady do you have any idea where
you are I said in my trembling voice no ma'am
my car broke down a little ways down the road
the only thing I learned about this town is that
I can hear my echoe extremely clear out here
the boy looked up at the woman the old woman
smiled and asked me would I like to come in
for a cup of tea I said sure she led me in the
house first looking down at the boy as to comfort
him while she visited with me we talked for awhile
she showed me pictures in side he held his head
down and a tear rolled down his face she began
telling me about a legend in echoe village she
said there was an explanation of the name and
that it wasn't a coincidence that echoes are louder
here she whispered to me that the boy lost his
parents to the legend they just couldn't stop
snooping thier echoes are still heard here but
they haven't been seen since that faithful night
when they discovered the legend I asked what
the hell is the legend she softly held my hand
and warned me to stay away from the villagers
it is said that who so ever yell in the village that
thier voice will remain an echoe forever later that
day we went into town people were shopping
walking riding bikes and waving at first I didn't
think anything of it before the sun went down
I said goodbye and thanked the woman as I was
leaving I remembered that I haven't heard anyone
speak in the town except for the old woman I
walked for a while it was starting to get dark I
was afraid that I would never get to my city before
I knew it I had wandered exactly where the woman
warned me not too it began to get darker even faster
I knew I was lost again nothing was familiar I was
lost forsure it was getting to feel real strange because
I began hearing voices but I saw no one so I yelled
in the biggest voice ever I wanted to be heard all
over town I yelled even screamed louder hey hey
hey hey all of a sudden my echoe wouldn't stop
others joined in hey hey hey hey help help help
the voices were louder I had to cover my ears
I felt my mouth moving but nothing would come
out I was scared I knew my voice was now trapped
with all the other voices in echoe village and that
it would remain there forever
This was written for all my children
I often wrote children books for them to
keep them quiet while I wrote raising a big
family can be quite loud we had fun telling
folklore this one was one of my favorites
to this day my children and grandchildren
begs me please please to read echoe village
amazing how quiet the house became allowed
me to breathe and just have a cup a of tea
during nap time written three decades
ago during tropical storm jerry ..
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024
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