The Weird House - Based on the Legends of the Myrtles Plantation

By Waldon Volpiceli Alves

Based on the legends of the Myrtles Plantation.St. Francisville, Louisiana. A family move in to a house where strange phenomenon start to happen. The christian symbols fail to expel the evil. Only one thing can save them: a religious image given to a girl, Ângela, the firstborn of the family, by an amerindian (Native American). However, beyond the evil that pursued her, the girl will have to face the religious prejudgement of your family that refuse to use the image to save them. Ângela will face her horror alone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bibliomundi
• Release date: May 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781526020703

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The Weird House

Waldon Volpiceli

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The smell of coffee filled the entire room. Angela woke up with the smell. It was 7 A.M. and it was cold outside. But she was warm in her bed, wrapped in blankets. At her side, her brother and sister still slept. An eleven years old girl and an eight years old boy. Angela was 15 years old. She stayed in bed, feeling the aroma of coffee coming from the kitchen. Their house was small, wooden, low ceiling, with the roof just above. Soon came a male voice from the kitchen.

Angela, wake up, it's time.

It was Mr. Wagner. Farmer, tall and strong, short brown hair, a descendant of Germans who had come to the region more than 100 years before. He lived in small city, which has a strong German community. Mr. Wagner's ancestors came from Germany and he was proud of his Germanic origins. In his room, there was a German flag, although small, on a small table next to his bed and he even spoke a little bit of the language. But despite his pride, Mr. Wagner belonged to a lower class of German immigration in United States. He was a farmer with little education. Their house was small, wooden, with only a few rooms. There was no lining in the ceiling. The roof was visible from inside. It was wavy and thin. He and his family had moved into this house only a few days before. It was him, his wife, who was also a descendant of Germans, and their three children.

Angela, you mother finished brewing the coffee. We have cake today, just the way you like it.

Angela heard the call. She was a short girl, thin, brown hair and very different from the stereotype of the typical German (blonde and tall). She got up, went to the closet and pulled out a black sweater. The closet was shared between her and her brother and sister. She tried putting on the sweater, but realized that it belonged to her younger sister.

Damn, it doesn't fit. It's not mine.

She searched around until she found her sweater, same style and also black, and dressed it. She was wearing pants, white socks to protect from the cold at night and long-sleeved shirt. She went back to the bed, careful not to wake the others and put her shoes on. Then, she went into the kitchen. Still with a sleepy face, she sat down at the table where her father was drinking coffee.

Where's the cake? She asked.

Right here, pointed, her father. You’re so sleepy that you didn't even notice.

It was a carrot cake, no frosting. She picked up a piece and began eating.

"Still with the idea that