The Belfry

By Russ Victorian

The aged country school will have its doors closed forever. The last class will finish up soon. It stirs into action an attempt by several young boys to save a memento. But something goes horribly wrong. In the end, the incident will be the foundation for many a haunted tale that kids will tell over and over for years to come as they stop near the dilapidated building and dare their friends to enter it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Russ Victorian
• Release date: Feb 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311390721

Russ Victorian

Russ Victorian is a Minnesota Writer.

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The Belfry

By Russ Victorian

The Belfry

Copyright © Russ Victorian 2014

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The Belfry

I’d known Coon since the second grade. The kids called him that because he and his pa hunted coon. His parents owned the farm just down from the school house. I lived three farms down, and passed his place on the way to school. I guess that’s why we became friends. Good friends.

Ma didn’t like when Coon and I disappeared from sunup to sundown, day after day in the summer or on Saturdays during the school year. She feared something horrible would happen. Lucky for me, she was too busy with my little twin sisters to bother with much more than a As long as you get your morning chores done.

And I have to say, there are things that happened she is better off not knowing about, such as the time when Coon saved my life. And the time when … I didn’t save his.

I almost drowned in Knuckle Creek two springs ago. It was my fault. We were hiking the shoreline when I decided to stop and toss a stick out onto the ice. Just as I threw it, the tip of the stick snagged Coon’s stocking cap and both the stick and the cap landed on the ice. Coon was against the idea of me walking out on the ice. He said he was more than willing to take a good cussing from his pa rather than have one of us fall in and freeze to death.

But I wouldn’t listen.

Coon followed me as I edged my way onto the ice, with a branch in hand, to hopefully reach his cap and fling it to shore. After a couple steps, I decided I should check the ice first. So I slid my foot out a ways. Put weight on