Ancient Evening

By Andrew Hetes

An old man recounts a tale of something that happened to him and his twin on a cold night back in 1936 that would forever change their lives. In a one room school house, during a Halloween party, the twins discover a truth about our world that is very disturbing - a truth that never goes away...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrew Hetes
• Release date: Oct 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465921697

Andrew Hetes

I am currently living in western Pennsylvania with my wife, daughter, two stepchildren, a big brown dog, a striped yellow cat, two turtles and sometimes a crab or two, some goldfish and on rare occasions, a gerbil, hamster or some other rodent. Andy

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Ancient Evening

by Andrew Hetes

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Copyright: October 1st, 2011

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They say seein’ is believin’ , but I know that’s not always the case . . .

Take for instance the time me an’ Timmy were but young teens, growin’ up in Central Pennsylvania. It’s been so many years, you’ll forgive me if my recollection is a bit hazy. Let’s see here . . . oh yes, mom an’ dad would never let us speak of it openly, but they’re all gone now, bless their hearts. Timmy has since passed as well, leavin’ only my younger sister an’ me.

The year was 1936, yes it was; that you can be sure of. The world was a different place back then. Family actually meant somethin’; bein’ twins did too. Me an’ Timmy had ourselves a regular good time playin’ jokes on our friends. Why, Sally never knew if it was me kissing her or Timmy stealin’ a playful squeeze of her breasts behind the outhouse. That was one of the things I didn’t really like, but that’s neither here nor there. Years later, Sally ended up movin’ away to go to college . . . ah now, I’m gettin’ off track here.

Yer probably wantin’ to hear what all the fuss is about, so I’ll just go on ahead an’ tell ya. You guys grab a few chairs and bring ‘em over here near the fireplace. This may take a while, so just go on ahead an’ kick yer feet back an’ let ole Tom bend yer ears for a few.

You see, there weren’t but more than a dozen or two houses in our little town of Carnwath, affectionately pronounced Corn-moth by us natives. So everyone kinda knew everyone else. It was like the town was one big family. Heck, the nearest grocery store was over thirty minutes away, up yonder there in Clearfield. Mom an’ dad sometimes took orders for everyone, an’ spent all day Saturday bringin’ back food an’ other supplies.

We had our own little church too, believe it or not, an’ folks from all the other little towns would come by on Sundays to worship with us. Families as far as New Millport, Kellytown, Oakridge an’ even Madera were regulars, but that was a long time ago. They ended up tearin’ that church down in the1980's, once the government saw it to be a more of a hazard than anything else. A remnant of my childhood died that day, but that’s neither here nor there. But enough