This older mountain couple, John and Mandy, had always craved to own what they called a "striking clock"...so after a few years of saving his moonshine money and her egg money, they had gathered enough to buy one.
They rode the train to Asheville, and visited several stores, finally selecting an impresive timepiece, which John carefully toted back up the mountain to their little cabin. He got it set up and adjusted, and they sat and listened to it's lovely chimes all evening.
When it was their bedtime, John said, "You know, Mandy...it's a pure shame fer that there clock to be a-chimin' all night long, and nobody here to listen...you go on to bed, and I'll set up and keep watch on it, and tomorrow night, we'll trade off, and you kin set up with it...."
So, Mandy retired, and John "set up" and watched his new pride and joy, as it faithfully tolled the hours. When it came upon the midnight hour, and the clock began to chime, something went wrong deep in it's works, and it continued on past the twelfth chime, hitting thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen....John became sore afraid, and ran in the bedroom to awaken his sleeping wife.
"Mandy"...he said, shaking her roughly awake..."We got to git outa here...it's later than I've EVER known it to be!"
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I called the local newspaper's classified section to complain about an ad I'd placed.
It was obvious the person who took my information had never spent any time on a farm.
"I said 'ewes'," I argued.
"Pardon?" replied the operator.
"Ewes. It makes a difference to some people."
The ad that was placed read: "Sheep for sale--USED."
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