Hello!! *waving wildly* I'm so excited. First, we are releasing a brand new novelette today by Bryan Hall. It's called
The Vagrant and it's the first in a series of novellas/novelettes called the
Southern Hauntings Saga. And let me just tell you-- they are
GOOD. If you don't love them, there might be something wrong with you. Okay, so I might have become something of a "fan girl." So sue me. Anyway- you can purchase The Vagrant (and see that I'm right)
here.
Second, and just as exciting, Bryan set up a website for his main character Crate Northgate. You can access that
here. And I have been privy to an awesome, if somewhat awkward, attempt to interview Crate. And you, lucky folks, get to read it here first. Without further ado~
To whom it may
concern,
My name's Joshua
Roy. I'm writing in regards to the man
known as Creighton Northgate, or "Crate" for short. I had heard of him months ago through a few
local rumors, but finally learned a bit more about him through the http://www.whoiscratenorthgate.weebly.com site
(which I'll also send a copy of this letter to). A few days after visiting that site, I was in
the right place at the right time. It
was a seedy little bar just outside town (I live in the middle of nowhere in
Arkansas) and I heard a couple of fellas talking about the man that George and
Ella Jenkins had hired to root out something going on at their farm. They pointed him out to me, sitting at the
bar. Said his name was "Crate
Something or Other". I switched on
my cell phone's audio record feature and tried to strike up a conversation with
him. I could tell within the first three
words he said that he was getting close to being shit-hammer drunk. It wasn't a long conversation, but I figured
it would interest somebody.
What follows is a
transcript of the conversation:
Joshua - You look like a feller who could use another drink! Name's Joshua! Never
seen you before...whereabouts you from ?
Crate –
Around.
Joshua - Never knew anyone from "Around"...that over by Bluff City?
Hey next rounds on me!
Crate - I
appreciate it, but I think I've about had enough, friend. Last thing I
need's a hangover in the morning. Just needed a couple to...to help me sleep.
Joshua - Oh yeah? I have problems too. Odd jobs have me going in every direction
and I never know if I'm waking up or going to bed at 6am! What causes your
troubles?
Crate - Heh.
Nothing you'd understand. (a long pause) Hell. You heard of the Jenkins Farm? Problems they've been
having?
Joshua - They had to call in some sort of voodoo snake handler or something.
How'd you hear about it?
Crate - They
called me. I ain't got much use for snakes, though. Or
voodoo. Had a bad time with that shit a few years back.
Joshua - Oh wow! So that's you. So this is how you make a living? Strange things
happen and people call you to fix it?
Crate - More
or less. They don't always get fixed, though.
Joshua - So what is it you try to fix? Ghosts? Spirits? Zombies?
Crate - Yep.
Well...aside from the zombies. Ain't
seen a dead body yet that can stand back up.
Rigormortis is hell on the muscles.
You ought to try and drag a body that's been dead for a little
while. It don't bend and go all limp
like in the movies. Few hours and it's
as stiff as a log. Heavy as one too. So nah.
No zombies. (another long
pause).
I'll have that beer now, I guess.
One more won't hurt.
Anyways...there's plenty out there you've heard of, friend. Plenty you probably ain't believed in. I'm here to tell you....believe it. Believe it all.
Joshua – How the hell did you end up doing this?
Crate - Some
folks are good at football. So they play
football. Some of 'em are good at
numbers. So they become accountants or
something. I've got...talents that let
me do what I do. Beats being a carpenter
all to hell. Ain't like I've got a lot
of competition.
(Note - at this point I noticed him eying
me oddly and could fill his suspicion growing.
I filled the next few moments with idle chatter about the football game
on the television until I was confident I could work in another serious
question without drawing suspicion. That
portion of the conversation has been edited from this transcription for the
sake of brevity)
Joshua – You ought to film it. When
you're helping folks, I mean. Fella
could get rich off stuff like that, way all those Bigfoot and ghost hunting
shows are all over the TV.
Crate – I
ain't trying to get rich. And the last
thing I need's to get famous.
Joshua – Hell…you are kinda famous.
Everybody's heard a little about you.
Didn't you have a brother or something that went missing?
(A long pause – I could tell I'd stepped
over the line)
Crate – Time
for you to get the hell on from here, you lying son of a bitch. You knew who I was.
Joshua – Hey man! I'm just –
Crate – I
said go to hell.
And that was it. He finished his beer and left the bar a
minute later. I never saw him again, but
I heard that that same night he managed to take care of whatever problem it was
that had really been going on out at that farm.
I don't know if this helps shed any light
on Creighton Northgate…but I can say he's not like anyone else I've ever met.
Thanks for listening,
Joshua Roy
Go on, you know you want to see what all the fuss is about.
♥Stacey