The Story Lady

There is a story lady we know so very well and she lives in our attic. You see we know this because every time we go to the attic there is her rocker and her books all laid around. Only the children can see her so here is how the story goes.

There was an old man and woman who lived in a great big house, all they did was sit and look out of the window at the children and laugh at their play. They both had always wanted children but had none of their own, so they were Grandma and Grandpa to all the kids in the neighborhood. They were loved by all who knew them. They had the biggest yard and the children were allowed to play in it as long as they wanted. The old lady always put kool aid and cookies on the front porch in case the children got thirsty or hungry but always stayed inside. One day the old lady got sick and she told the old man if anything happen to her to put her in the attic in her favorite chair and there she could live forever in story book land.

Well it happen, she got real sick and told her husband she was ready and he took her favorite blanket with children and babies toys all painted on it and took her to the attic. Way back in a dark corner with a small table and her favorite rocking chair he placed her to sit and went back downstairs. The day came for the old man to go to heaven and he went knowing the old lady was just fine in her favorite spot in the attic because he could hear the creaking noise of the rocker back and forth. He placed a smile upon his face and went home to be with Jesus. From up there he could look down and still watch over her.

Now the big house was empty or so the towns people thought. A young couple came to look at the house, they had a little girl and a little boy. The children ran up and down the steps laughing and shouting, we love it Mom and Dad, please take it. The house was beautiful just as the old couple had left it with toys and games and story books laying everywhere.

So they settled in loving the house and making very few changes to it. One night the little girl and boy were in the bed. Creak, Creak, they heard the noise. The little boy went into his Mothers room and ask if she had heard the noise. But you see the story lady could only be heard by children , no grown ups. He went back to his bed, the next night the little girl heard the noise and went to her brothers room. "Johnny, she said did you hear the noise the sound coming from upstairs? "Yes said Johnny to Lynn I hear it, want to go check it out?

You see Johnny and Lynn were very sweet children and had no fear in their life they knew they were protected by angels. They got a flashlight and began the climb to the attic. About the time they started to open the door their Mother called, "Lynn and Johnny what are you doing? They ran back down the stairs and jumped into bed. Their hearts were beating so fast, the excitement of almost finding out what the noise was. When they woke up the next day they decided to try one more time, they listened for the noise but heard nothing, but could smell the smell of cookies. Time to go to school so they had to wait such a long day feeling the excitement of the hunt through the attic.

Lynn and Johnny and their best friend Kathy laughed and played all day . They decided to tell Kathy what they had heard but she was to tell no one because no one could hear the noise but them, they all laughed. Kathy said "there is a story about the big house you moved into". "Really"? said Johnny "what is it"? So Kathy told them of the story lady in the attic that had been there for years and was loved by all the kids in the town. They don't know what happen to her, she just disappeared but other kids had heard the creaking of her rocker as she read the stories from her story books.

The school bell rang and Johnny and Lynn headed home, they could hardly eat supper for the excitement, of having their very own story lady living in their attic. It was time for bed and they waited till Mom and Dad were asleep and again got their flashlights to head for the attic. Up the steps they went hearing the creaking noise louder and louder as they got closer and then the sound of a voice reading from a story book. They looked at each other and smiled. "Creak"..."Creak"...back and forth the rocker rocked. It was so dark and the noise came from the very back of the attic...closer and closer, they felt a breeze and saw a light and a stack of books laying by a rocking chair, the breeze from the window rocked the rocker and the wind whistled a tune to a lullaby. They sat down by the chair and looked at the beautiful blanket with children and toys all over it and closed their eyes and fell asleep with dreams and the smell of sweet cookies on their mind.

Do you have a story lady? Close your eyes and listen, only a child's heart and ears can hear the sound.