A heartwarming ghost story told by the ghost! Perfect for all ages.
Set in South Georgia, forty years after the Civil War, this is the tale of Obadiah Sampson, a carpenter’s assistant who dies while helping to build a strange house for one of the town’s wealthiest families, the Stanleys. Angels bar him from entering heaven and enlist him for an undefined mission. He later assumes his task is to protect the Stanleys from their arch rivals, the Leiber family, a clan who will stop at nothing to reclaim a treasure in gold and diamonds.
Bucket
Hahira, Georgia
November 1905
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Dead ain’t dead—although my daddy would have argued with you about that. He didn’t believe in the afterlife, heaven or hell, or God and the Devil. Daddy summed up his thoughts on death by this little verse he loved to recite:
“There was a dog whose name was Rover,
“And when he died, he died all over,
“Except his tail, and it rolled over.”
Daddy felt this applied to humans and animals. I guess he discovered the truth soon after he drew his last breath. But I’m here to tell you and say it again.
Dead, ain’t dead.
I should know. My name is Obadiah Sampson. I died today, and yet a part of me still lives on as a ghost. And to make matters worse, my lunch bucket, an old wooden well bucket, seems to have come to life with my passing. It’s been haunting and taunting me for the better part of today, and that aggravates me. I’m the ghost, and the haunting belongs to me, and not an old bucket.
When I left the house for work, the bucket had already started its mischief. I forgot and left it on the kitchen table in the house I shared with Mama. She chased me down and then scolded me in front of my boss, Mr. Jim Manning—said I was becoming old and forgetful.
Old and forgetful? Ha! I had been lugging that bucket around for years, and today was the first day I’d ever forgotten it.
The bucket continued pestering me after lunch, right after I died, by appearing when Mr. Jim went to buy my coffin and burying clothes from Stanley’s Mercantile. The bucket just popped out of nowhere near the safe in Mr. Lucas Stanley’s office. Mr. Stanley and Mr. Jim didn’t seem to notice its presence, or mine either.
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