Summertime just me and my dog Buster going to visit my great grandma Kathy in North Carolina. Her old plantation home sat in the middle of the back woods off no known major highway or road. The town of Ebensburg if you could call it such a small place, a town was four miles way and had only a population of maybe two hundred give or take. Ebensburg is mostly hidden from the world as it is, keeping to themselves never a bother.
My first look at her home and I had nothing, but excitement. The real true thrill was to see just a few yards from the house a large pond that all the creeks ran through. A personal heaven I imagined, all the swimming me and buster would do all the fish I would catch and all the model boats I would launch off the shore.
“I’ll be gone for a month. You mind your great grandma you hear me boy” My father said just before my take off. “Yes Sir. I promise, and buster will too” smiling like I have never done so before. “I am sure you both will. Now let’s go see your grandma Kathy.” My dad said rubbing buster on the head.
The House itself was old not much visitation it the past years I’d seemed, just from the outside look. Two stories with an attic at the top, it had old white plié wood covering windows so old the glass was almost grey. The worst part was we had to park almost thirty yards from the house because the trees and grass were so thick and had not been mowed in years. We just had cracked and broken stepping stones to leads us there no street lights, not that it mattered cause it was day and Buster and me could use a good run. I could imagine how dark it would be at night, nothing but the stars for a light source is rare now and days. Buster had no problem for him this was paradise.
When we came up to my grandmothers stoop. She was already waiting for me with her White, short hair hanging over her old, yet lively face. Watching warmly as I approach with my father.
“There he is!” she held stepping down from her stoop to grab my cheeks with her bony hands. Pitching them as hard as a women around her age could, I saw now harm in it. “Hello Grandma” I gave her a big hug, Buster gave her friendly jumps and nips. Her and my father caught up on things for a minute. While buster and I had a look around, the woods were dense, green, and full to the point of almost collasping on itself.
After getting settled in with one of grandma home cooked southern meals. I decided to take Buster out for a walk along the edge of the pond, but before I exited the house “Were you going Jimmy?” my grandma asked.“Buster needs to go outside is that okay Grandma?” I replied ."Well yes that’s fine just stay away from that pound especially after dark or the pond devil will get ya." I laughed at my grandmother’s words of warning “pond devil? - Come on Grandma really? - I’m a little too old for ghost and devil stories." "Boy when’s was the last time you’ve seen your grandma Kathy?" "I can’t remember." “You can’t remember then why would you think the first Story I ever told ya in years be a lie." “I don’t know grandma” "then listen, ask anyone around here about the pond devil. They ’tell ya about it, they say there’s a monstrous beast that lives in the pond. In fact 100 years ago the natives left this part of area claiming a dark spirit came upon the land, resided in that pond something was devouring all the small children. So you stay away from that water you hear me boy." “Yes grandma, I won’t go near the water”.