Prologue by the Author: There well are no accounts of Shannon O'Day as a young boy, and so the author-me-, I have decided to furnish one for the reader, although it is not the most pleasing of his juvenile days, therefore I recommend the young reader (s) not to read the following story-it would be-if it was a movie- 'R Rated' for horror, although nowadays, maybe it is better I recommend the opposite, let the young reader, read it, and the grownups be Restricted, or bypass it: it would appear nowadays, they have been better equipped with stronger stomachs, and cooler nerves than us old folks: thus, more mentally able to undergo it, from my observations anyhow:
As told by Mabel O'Day (1929)
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Perhaps this wouldn't have happened had Shannon O'Day had adults with him, or advising him at the time, or his brother Gus, ten-years his senior, had he been with him, or plainly had peers with him, but he didn't, so that's all investment anyhow. The truth being, it might have taken place no matter what, knowing Shannon O'Day, who did per near what he always wanted to do anyway.
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He had this new friend, Guy August, with him, a new kid from a around farm by Gus' farm-a mile north of Gus' farm, the same age as him: sixteen.
It was an evening in fall, I am talking about, near evening that is, there was a cursed wind "The damn thing blasted about the whole meadows: howling like long-range voices of drowning cats, all the way from the St. Croix River, over there by Stillwater Township, some twelve miles away, an evil wind!" Shannon told me.
I had been married to Gus going on a year or so, not long, it must have been 1929 he talked to me about it; anyhow, the list took place in 1916.
Guy and Shannon caught in this wind storm of sorts and Guy had heard of a strange cave that was haunted, and he said they were pretty close to, so he figured, and why not look for it, visit it, stay the night. They had been ten-miles or so north of Guy's farmhouse. I can't remember precisely, but thereabouts Gus told me. It was a weekend. The cave was said to be pretty well fulfilled, in, a small entrance, not all that large inside either, with a deep, deep abyss, that lead to the river nearby. Shannon knew of it, but never had visited it, nor cared to. But Guy liked fossils, and those kinds of things, and figured perhaps there was some private treasure in there, something well preserved for the taking.
"Well," Shannon told me, "we arrived at the shallow entry of the cave, about a mile off shore from the River; Guy was excited, I well didn't care one way or the other, well I was kind of hungry, and all we had was beef jerky, and not much of that. Guy was an odd kind of kid, liked gadgets, fixed his car up with all these gadgets, lights here and there, it looked like the inside of a plane, but his car didn't run, he was working on the motor, and between that and this, and anyone else he was into, he was getting his license to drive I know, and fossils as I've already mentioned: God knows what was on his mind when he went inside that cave. Anyhow as I was saying, he was excited, and I well didn't care, but he had made up his mind to stay and contemplate the cave, to sleep in it overnight if possible, he had a flashlight. I aimed to sleep outside the cave by moonlight, on the ground, it was a full moon, a green twilight, and early stars, and no evening voices: built a fire from some long branches by the around woods, I figured if I need one I could use it as a torch. I liked Guy an awful lot so I stayed, but I well didn't care to. He would have stayed had I left, and I knew that. So as I said, I stayed. Although reasoning back perhaps I should have tried to persuade him to leave, but that's all hindsight.
"Guy said to me, 'I wish you'd contemplate inside the cave with me,' and I said, 'I'd rather not."'
It was Gus who arrived at dawn to find Shannon walking aimlessly as if in shock in the skirt of the woods, perhaps a hundred yards from the cave entrance, the boy, Guy dead, nude to a skeleton, unrecognizable, frightfully mutilated; Shannon, a minute mad; a month later Shannon would tell of the account, to the best of his recollection, to the Sheriff and a Court of Inquiry.
Shannon explained: "At first it was very peaceful, I even built a minute fire that is perhaps what saved me. Guy wandered around inside the cave for a long time, so it seemed, maybe forty-five minutes to an hour, not sure why, it didn't look that large, I mean, I glanced inside it with a lit burning end of a branch. I remember it was after twilight, not sure how long, but a minute after dusk, I spread my jacket on the ground to lay on it, the fire was warm-it was crackling, I even remember the images I seemed to dream come from the waving fire, and the smell soaked into my pores, I was daydreaming I think, a full moon, yes it was a full moon that night, I could see a light in the far-off distance, not sure what it was. Then I heard Guy, he was screaming and when I turned about to look at the cave entrance, he was crawling out of it on his hands and knees, and trying to get onto his feet, from the cave entry to about fifty-yards from the woods: claws, icy dart-like claws were being dug deep into his flesh, the huge rats hanging on to him, astronomical reddish-brown rats, they were pulling at him, he was dragging them along, and they were leaping on him with tarring teeth, a dozen or more until he dropped to the ground, and then they started dragging him back towards the entry of the cave, then tried to drag him into the way-in of the cave into the cave itself-they couldn't pull him through the small occasion though, I had a fiery stick in my hand, and I fought three of them off, one fell into the fire, and I ran, I ran and ran and ran, I think in circles and when I stopped running, and I'm not sure when I stopped running, I couldn't hear the screams anymore. That's all I remember, and then Gus found me wandering about the woods in a daze like condition. I guess I sat in a stupor for month on the porch, or walked about on the gait here on the farm, Gus' farm never speaking until one day I just woke up, and said to Gus, 'What day is it?'".
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Chapter Two of Two
Into the Mustardseed Sun (The present, 1966)
Shannon O'Day is in his bed in his apartment in St. Paul, Minnesota: a knock is heard at his door-: it is 1966; Shannon O'Day's half asleep having a reverie...!
There was a knock on the door, Shannon tossed over his covers to one side of the bed, tossed himself forward, heard a voice, a voice from the past: looked out the window saw into the mustardseed sun, pungent it was, his eyelids flickered like a runaway blinking stoplight: squinting and trying to adjust to the morning tilt of the sun, it was to him like unfermented wine; inside his room it appeared to be olive brown from the rays of the sun: "Youall a-wake in there?" said the familiar voice.
"I got some news fer you Shannon!"
Slowly Shannon found his feet, and pushed them over and onto the floor-they were not doing what he told them to do by themselves, move, therefore he had to push them some-the linen on the bed looked like claw tracks of hawks-he looked out the window again, it was a clutching sky, in his slant, he put on his slippers, grabbed his robe, it was 10:00 a.m., he slept late nowadays, took a cavernous swing onto his sixty-six year old feet of his: then he pulled him self up from a bent over position, and out of bed he flopped
"Sounds like Otis Wilder Mather?" answered Shannon in a hoarse like voice.
"Yessum, it be me all right, let me in."
"Dear God, it is...!" said Shannon, stirred by his voice to the door, unbolting the door, then occasion it ever so gently, "Otis Wilde Mather, what the heck are you doing in town, view you were down in Ozark?"
"Jes' view I'd stop on by have a drink with Youall, and give you the good news, Edward Morrill, committed suicide in prison."
"You disrupted my dream, for that quack, I was dreaming of wishbones of wild geese..."
"What in tar nation youall trying to say," said Otis?
"I guess I'm not all that sorry about that guy, and perhaps not all that surprised. How did you find out? I mean he done raped my cousin Dana, not sure how he got those extra years, but...glad he did. "
"My third cousin done called me up and told me. He's in fer life."
"Hum...m, sounds a bit suspicious to me, like he was retention an eye on him for you."
"I heard you talking in your sleep some, getting those damn nightmares again, or anyone Youall call dhem things-nowadays?"
"Nightmares is good enough Otis: shellshock is what they used to call them, just plain old nightmares is what I call them, or recollections; sit on down here a spell and let's chew the fat some, I got us some good old corn whisky, if you got the time? This old body of mine burns and raves in the morning and evenings, it's like the wind blowing my bones out of a hill. Living old, is a lot of work," and he chuckled.
"Yessum, jes' like de old days dhat what I like 'bout yaw-all Shannon, you never change."
(Shannon O'Day was the cause Edward Morrill had been sentence to five-years in prison for his affair with a minor, Dana Stanley, during the fall of 1958, and it was now December, 1961. He had served a minute over two years, with good behavior, he was to get out in someone else year 1963, September, and was going up for a board hearing and hopefully be settled on parole, thus, at this point and time he had a parole hearing come September of 1962, one year from this date, and he had told his roommate, he was going to kill the person who put him in this prison when he got out, and the person he told (kidding or not), was Otis Wilde Mather's third cousin, and when his name came up: Shannon O'Day's, Oscar Lewis Charleston, had written Otis concerning this in a minute manner saying, to come and visit him and he'd explain, saying it was urgent. And he did just that, and gave Otis the unkind data of his roommate, or so called, inmate friend, and Otis gave Oscar enough chewing tobacco to last him the whole year out. But now something needed to be done to stop this inherent hazard in the making.
And Otis' plan was two fold: get him a new sentence, someone else five or ten years would do, or do him in. Whichever one was favorable, under anyone circumstances prevailed, in accordance to the time period; and the less people that knew, the better off, to consist of Shannon O'Day himself.)
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