Molly propped her legs onto the swing and covered her feet with her robe. “It’s June, and it’s freezing. What’s up with that?”
“Welcome to the mountains, Honey. You want to go inside?” offered Lizzy but Molly wasn’t ready to turn loose of her first embrace with an Allegheny morning. Lizzy continued with her story. “About a year after I moved in, I woke up in the middle of the night to this loud fluttering noise, like hundreds of helicopters and rolling thunder. And there was a blinding bright light shining through my bedroom window. Like a fool, I grabbed my shotgun and ran out here thinkin’ maybe we were under attack.” Lizzy laughed at her own reaction to the disturbance. “I must have been quite the sight standing here in my Mountaineer’s nighty tryin’ to figure out how to load a gun. Teddy Bear gave it to me for my birthday. Romantic, right? Bless his heart. He meant well.” And then Lizzy stood up and walked to the porch rail. “Not long after I got here thousands of bright lights streaked out of the heavens down into that valley.”
“Meteor shower,” said Molly, who had joined Lizzy at the rail for a better look into the valley.
“But the noise didn’t stop. Sat here ‘til nearly 3 in the morning and then the lights flew back up into the sky, and it was quiet again.”
“Anybody else see it?”
“Enough to make the evening news. The reporter talked to some scientists about it. They all agreed it was a meteor shower. But a lot of the old folks from around her thought different. They claim there have been strange happenings like this in these mountains for years. Call it ‘visitations by the heavenly host.’”
“What’s that?”
“A band of angels like the ones in the Bible at Jesus’ birth.”
Molly wasn’t buying it. “An old wive’s tale.”
“Not so sure about that. Just afraid it will happen again. Haven’t had a good night’s sleep since. You can’t see it now, but at nighttime in the winter when the leaves are off the trees you can see lights down there. I think something’s going on.”
“Like what?”
“Angels.”
Molly stared at Lizzy in disbelief. Surely she didn’t believe such a foolish notion. “Probably just a house or a cabin,” said Molly, attempting to comfort Lizzy with some common sense. “And even if it was angels, and I’m not saying it is, then there’s nothing for you to fear. Angels are supposed to be good.”
Lizzy quickly disputed Molly’s good angel claim. “You must not read your Bible. It’s not good angels that I’m worried about. Demons. Angels of darkness.”
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