Cradle with the Devil (short story)

(1966)

Noyllopa the demon

Divided (in parts)

New life
New assistant
Return of the devil
A little angel

("New Life") Burgendy Washington was released from a psychiatric hospital after three years of work in court, it was in 1966, she never spent $ 2000 dollars, Abby Wallace left her to use, when needed, while in prison, and then, took it the day she walked out of the hospital. Her $ 190,000 dollars, which she resold to Wallace House with her four acres, completely disappeared, between the hospital and the lawyer, they chose her, you could almost think it was intentional.

“There you see, you did it,” said her lawyer Thompson, Henry Thompson of Fayetteville, “I said you would just keep the Bible under your arms and pray and get rid of this devil who seems to be following you, at least for a while."

She, of course, followed his instructions, although not to “but close, now she was in Fayetteville, North Carolina, from where she started when she and Thompson first met, talked and finished the national process. She was young, and then Twenty years, still young, in the mid-twenties, and Thompson in the mid-40s, aristocrat, with small hands, like everything he saw, and he spoke like a prince, as he knew what he was doing. knew that he had little, if not too much devil in him, it was just hidden better, h She also had a little God, but I mean that all these years the doctors and other people had been forced to read the Bible in order to impress her, did something like this or not - for her, as far as she knew about the devil, she knew about God, Christ, it was impossible.

She was annoyed by the action, and an outburst of anger appeared on her cheeks, the side of her character that always caused her problems, in fact, she was just a farmer or a truss hand, but penetrating, and Thompson knew that, insoluble, they were both, both she and Thompson bore the air of the princely ones, which led to his prosperity and the devilish pursuing that led her to her sick fate in the hospital. You can say that in the world of demons and devils and holding God and the Lord of Lords, Christ, he was warm, and she was hot or cold.

“You may know this, I am a big person in this city now, after your case was won, about everyone in the city wanted me to do their work, and in the process, I invested something,” he said visited a haitian girl.

“I noticed,” said Burgendi, “everything changed in the city, and I heard that the Wallace Plantation also burned down, and Abby was killed by this big swamp, the one they called Wally got Blue Ribbon at the county fair for. "

“So why are you visiting me at Burgundy Washington?” Thompson asked.

“I want to borrow some capital,” she said with a bad affect on her pleasant face.

“It means, in essence, you want to invest, in what?” Asked Henry Thompson.

“Bicycle factory! Small shop". she said heartily.

He looked out the window, pointing to the building: “See, there,” he commented.

“Yes,” she said, looking at the red brick building.

"What do you see?" he asked earnestly.

“The building is of red brick,” she replied, adding, “and this new building is building a block,” she pointed to it when she looked out the window. "

“What you see, really see, I mean to be closer,” he asked again.

“The wall is being built in a red brick building,” she said.

“So why not invest in a red brick plant?” Henry suggested.

“Because I don’t know anything about bricks,” she commented.

“Red bricks there,” he pointed out again, “in a tall building towering above the trees, she looked, saw it, and he added to his dialogue:“ If you look at the street a bit, there is a bike shop, this is just one floor, sometimes three hundred square feet, throughout the place, compared to a building that has several floors, and each floor is 1600 square feet, which is a big big difference, ”he commented.

“You did not hear me before Mr. Thompson, I said that I only have $ 2,000, not $ 200,000!”

Now he spoke like an aristocrat. At that moment, she noticed that he had really changed, he even wore a diamond ring to show and tell, changed the color of his hair, it was darker. He seemed to shine in the sunlight, when he shone through the window of his office, life was good, if not very profitable for him, if he had sold his soul for it, he had a good price for it.

“Do you want to know who in the city can help you, who can make some changes in your life?”

“Good,” she said nervously, she wanted to ask, wanted to ask for another $ 2000 dollars to help her at the bike shop, but her presence showed that the words she intended to say did not come out of her mouth to want to know this man was sick for her, his general premises which she assumed.

Burgendi put her nose to the window and imagined herself as the owner of a bicycle shop, she forgot at the moment, Henry's independent idea, at the moment was in the best condition, and he had to pull her leg, definitely with pleasure with her at her own expense, but she was used to to this.

She watched the couple get into the car, and some workers dig in the vortex activity of the morning, and some put bricks on the street, inexperienced workers, with high hopes and spirit, and extremely wary of their surroundings, who have no time to think about investments.

"All is well?" asked Henry Thompson.

“Oh yes, yes, well,” she said.

Henry opened the window, shouted three floors to a large, arrogant man, his body was wet with sweat, he looked up and smiled at Henry, hugging a smile worm, as if he had a personal interest in Thompson.

“This is my idea, you have to do business with this big piece of man, he is in the mid-50s and is looking for marriage, he asked me to find him a beautiful wife, she owns this brick building, once married can buy a hundred bicycle shops, and you can pay me double wages for creating this new investment? "He said with the biggest smile he could produce on his small face.

She lifted her toes, lifted her foot off the heel, leaned over to better look at him.

“He has strong arms, which I see, perhaps, once the arms on the farm, puffing on his heels so that they stay. How do I get to work? ”She asked, someone else besides her flushed, but she just stood furiously and waited for an answer.

Putting a cigarette in an ashtray, he said to Burgundy: “His name is Tony Chandler, I will tell him: I traveled all the way from the Midwest only to see him, that you were doing your job, and you once had a plantation. So he doesn't understand that you are the one who lived on the Wallace plantation and killed your child, God forbid, he will go crazy and never go to Ritt Bank, and your new name is Katie Sexton, and your plantation was on Haiti, since you know this area well. I may have a birth certificate crazy for you, as well as a license and other documentation indicating that you have lived in the Midwest for the last twenty-five years in Haiti. ”

(New assistant). Standing for some time, waiting for a meeting with her new assistant, she fell into an imaginary drama, a dream, as it approached her, as denominators can be so helpful even after three years in prison, the hospital is a prison. It would seem that her eyes are laughing at this situation, if they are not dancing at the present moment, of reality, in order to check whether it will pass on to the second moment.

In fact, she lacked an old plantain, a Wallace plantation; it was her only home she ever liked.

“I am glad to meet you,” said a hoarse hearted man, named Tony Chandler.

“Lord, mighty, you are a huge man, like a rock ...!” She commented.

The old mason took it as a compliment. He laughed and shook his head: "No, I just," he said, "I work a lot and a lot, and don't ask me to show you that."

Both Henry and Burgendi fell silent as if the concert had risen. “The idea of ​​marriage is great, I asked Mr. Thompson, my adviser and lawyer to find me a clover and smart and beautiful young girl, and it looks like he did everything he could to make it, you are a beautiful woman, but you don’t look white, a little on dark with some African blood, if not in French or Spanish, ”he commented.

“What about the French and Africans, in my country we call this Haitian blood!” Said Cathy Sexton.

"Your name doesn't seem real either." He said.

"I changed it when I came to America, not everything, it's easier to say."

Henry Thompson was proud that she had the answer.

"Do we find a judge or a priest?" She asked.

"You never do waist," said Tony Chandler.

“I do not know why we should, we are adults, and you want what you want, and you will not get it from me if we do not get married.

“I was afraid of this,” he said, “I probably wanted to, but I did not do that, and now I know that I cannot,” answered.

Henry Thompson said: “I suppose you will soon get married,” looking at Tony, and Tony threw his check-book with an extract of $ 10,000 for Thompson, said: “For your ministry, I hope all tax deductions .

Katie Sexton just looked: “Of course you married,” she said, “You don't just think about things, you act, you and so, we will soon get married, Henry, will you be our best man? "(He nodded his head, yes.)

(Return of the Devil) If there were a lot of things with Katie Sexton, and in a hospital in Prescott, Wisconsin, for more than three years she disappeared, where she tried to move closer to God, to escape from her life with black art and the devil, with whom she killed her child, it all happened with the demonic forces that entered Fayetteville. In a short time, she and her husband became well acquainted, as she and Thompson, and Dylan Anderson’s business partner from her husbands, almost every man and woman in the city knew either her husband or Dylan, who owns the largest brick factory on this side of Mississippi. .

Dylan was ten years younger than her husband, Tony, a tall, slim, balanced shoulder that seemed to have all the balance in his life, even the hat he wore, and his hair was cut off, his eyebrows. He said that he had once been a farmer, said to Katie long ago, he bought all the items he needed from the story of Ben-May, they, he, Ben and Tony were friends, and Katie was also among the elect. But when you play or donate to the devil, as Katie once did, he does not play fair, and he has your number, it was several months in the new year of 1966, and Katie was married to four of them. She again received these voices, hearing these demonic voices, which she flew in the summer, on the Wallace plantation. She almost completely stopped her voodoo and continued to go to church and read the Bible, but did not convince her where she wanted to go, she was even more drawn to the demonic cult when it was available, and to the Christian sect once she was out of order with what she wanted

The voice she listened to was that from a minion from hell, named Noillop, he said that he was sent to her at the request of Satan, that he bequeathed her any gift she wanted, it was a promise before she killed own son.

Money was no longer a problem for her, and she and the influence among many, and the profit was everyday, and little gossip about her was just that, little, no more. She even had a driver who aspired to her city, helped her with shopping and so on. She understood that she did not need anything.

She really didn’t have time to stop for an hour of gossip or simple talk, but Noyllop appeared right in the backseat of her car, as the driver of her driver, Alice Hart.

“I am the voice that you hear when Satan wants to talk to you. You understand that he is the god of his ethers here on earth. Of course, you hired one of us, she is a beautiful being, being in hell, but on earth you never agree with me, help you just call her. Now you have to take something from us so that we do not feel that we need to take something from you! "- said Noillop.

"I have too many houses for construction, I can no longer cope with this, I have to see the forest for my husband, make sure that we get new cut boards, and the bricks should be ready by Tuesday. Allelope was also silent as Alice when she rode, and then Noyllop disappeared.

Katie had trouble sleeping that night; she frantically fell on the bed. She hired the darkness, would quickly go over so that life, which she considered dead, was not completely dead. In the morning she discovered a terrible disease, captured by her husband. And when she married the doctor, he had a demon face on him, although he was not Neulop.

Tony sat up in bed. "For god, Katie, what is this?"

“Can't you see that this is Noillop, demon!” She sacrificed.

“What is the doctor with her?” He asked, almost out of breath.

Katie said quickly: "This is a dream, I had a bad dream, that's all!"

She sat next to her husband when he went to bed, and remained awake all night.

“It calms him down,” she said out loud, knowing that Neulop was somewhere nearby.

“It's simple enough that you see, we can all have time to decide what you need?” Asked Neulop.

She seemed to know that it was a contest with the demon Noylopa, he proved that he was in charge of the show, he claimed, and she entered; that is, he grew up on her, and she took damage before it got worse. She compared her life, and now she had a demon guard in her car, and one to manage her life from the new empire she acquired, lawyer Henry Thompson.

(“The Gift”) She knew that there should not be more days of triumph, “Cat”, like Neillop, called Alice Hart, followed her every step, and Neulop looked at how business grew and grows, and it became the most profitable business in there were shops, machine shops, bicycle shops, interest in banks, in particular, Ritta Bank, it was ten times higher than its money in its vaults, and the demand was only seven percent, a stable bank. Ritt-owned restaurants, cinemas, fields and land, this big cotton and corn for them, by the year 1968 the bank was worth 250,000,000,000,000 dollars. Her husband and her husband cost about sixty million.

What she wanted was to destroy the bank of Ritt and return her land back to her, the Wallace Plantation returned to its original status. It was her gift, her request, her desire, and when she asked for it, she closed her eyes and everything, she had a slight taste of revenge like never before.

But the devil never gives, without accepting, and Noyllop said: "When the time comes, and you will be a gift to Satan, and I will return to collect it."

Year 1968 was the worst year for the bank. Mr. Ritt lived like a king, took away all his friends from around the world, played gambling every day, drank every day, bought motels to just drink and sit in the piano bar at night and get drunk. His father died, and he was the full owner of the bank. He fired all the members of his family and ruled like a king. And slowly but surely, his ten percent of cash at the bank was reduced to seven percent and five percent, and the government intervened to say that he did not deal with the bank in the interests of its shareholders. He owned 51 percent of the bank, and Kathy said her husband put eighty million dollars in there, every penny they had to buy all the shares in the bank, and they did, and Ritt had one tiny tiny bank outside of Fayetteville, and this is what he left. The new bank was called Sexton and the Anderson Federal Bank.

The bank also had 2,000 acres of land, cotton, and corn. Her husband applauded her for this new understanding of the case, and she became president, and she formed a bank supervision committee, as necessary.

(The tax on the devil) Noillop, came to Burgende-Washington in the difficult hours of the night and lay next to her and said: "This is the price you have to pay, you have to carry my seed, give birth to my child, as it was in the days before the Great by the flood. "

“How did I get in this situation?” She murmured out loud.

And he loved hot love for her, where even smoke gathered around his bald spots, his eyes lit up with the fire of her life, his loud roar, and her husband sat in a deep sleep, and if he didn’t wake up at all, he was afraid to say it. The demon was drunk on abuse.

(Little angel) A child appeared at the age of five, a male child, everything was white, dressed in white, and the demon pointedly said: “Be a good friend and leave, and I will not be sick of your mother. "

The child was not subject to demons, and the new child just smiled, and the demonic creature turned its head again, roaring smoke coming from its gums: “Well,“ he was carrying ”, why are you going to make the night here?

Нойллопа, была невыразимой грязной, намереваясь сократить внутренности Бургундии, чтобы убедиться, что его сперма тайно внутри нее, он хотел ребенка.

«Вы не знаете, что делаете, - сказал ангел, - слух, вы скоро будете погребены под неподвижным камнем, - сказал Архангел, - потому что вы нарушили дитя Бога». Нет , - сказал демона, - она ​​дитя сатаны, - все его импульсы говорили ему об этом, и ему время от времени говорили, но его командир легенды в аду лгал, чтобы делать, как ему нравится на земле, но не оскорблять или даже не находить нужды ошибочно принимать дитя Божьего за что-либо, кроме дитя Божьего, и избегать какой-либо резкости, но если он действительно может заставить его работать против него самого, так что будь он усилие в нем за одно или два слова и быстро выбраться оттуда, и что просто лучше оставить достаточно одного в одиночестве, это была талия времени, с Ребенком Бога.

И маленький ангел сказал: «Иди к своему хозяину, сатана, даже он знает лучше», и драматичная была эта сцена, он остановил атаку, и наиболее заметным было это, но это было не так.

В ожидании такого события он не подготовился к нападению противника; маршрут эвакуации.

Сказал Ребенку: «Призовите Сатану, чтобы помочь вам, если действительно это не тот, кто принял Господа, и он будет рядом с вами, и я уйду».

Его сердце было открыто атаковано, и он попытался вырвать слова: «Сатана, помоги мне!» Но что получилось, это твист, тишина, пустота и библия, которую она все время носила в больнице, которая теперь сидела на своем столе рядом с ее кроватью, была открыта на странице и строфе, которая гласила: Иоанна 6:47 , он читал: «Воистину, истинно говорю вам: верующее в Меня имеет жизнь вечную». И в Библии была написана записка, в которой говорилось: «Если Он для вас, кто может быть против вас». И демоническая сила видела все это с глазом и дрожала.

«Разве сатана не учил вас хорошо?» - сказал маленький мальчик-ангел, которого сам демон узнал.

Теперь он мог смутно видеть маленького ангела; его приковывали к цепи и приносили к желаемому, чтобы быть погребенным под тоннами и тоннами скалы за то, что он нарушил Бога Бога, тот, кто принял его, заключил с ним мир,

Маленький мальчик сказал своей матери: «Кто, кроме сумасшедшего демона, попытается это сделать, теперь он будет в темноте, я полагаю, что я должен уйти, я должен сообщить, ты знаешь, кто? И не волнуйся обо мне, у меня хороший дом, как и вы ».

6-22-2008 Посвящается ETS