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Viraj\u0131 d\u00f6nd\u00fckleri gibi, Griswell’in yolda kanl\u0131, s\u0131r\u0131tan bir ecel maskesi g\u00f6rebilecekleri d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcncesi kan\u0131n\u0131 dondurmu\u015ftu, ama sadece yolun a\u015fa\u011f\u0131s\u0131nda \u00e7amlar\u0131n aras\u0131ndan hortlak gibi y\u00fckselen evi g\u00f6rd\u00fcler. G\u00fc\u00e7l\u00fc bir \u00fcrperti Griswell’i sarst\u0131.<\/p>\n
“Tanr\u0131m, ev \u015fu kara\u00e7amlara kar\u015f\u0131 nas\u0131l da u\u011fursuz duruyor! En ba\u015fta da, k\u0131r\u0131k basamaklar\u0131 \u00e7\u0131k\u0131p verandadan g\u00fcvercinlerin havaland\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 g\u00f6rd\u00fc\u011f\u00fcm\u00fcz anda da \u00e7ok \u015feytani duruyordu-“<\/p>\n
“G\u00fcvercinler mi?”<\/p>\n
Buckner ona h\u0131zl\u0131 bir bak\u0131\u015f att\u0131.<\/p>\n
“G\u00fcvercinleri mi g\u00f6rd\u00fcn\u00fcz?”<\/p>\n
“Evet, neden! Onlarcas\u0131 verandada ki korkulu\u011fa t\u00fcnemi\u015f vaziyetteydiler.”<\/p>\n
Buckner ans\u0131z\u0131n \u015f\u00f6yle demeden \u00f6nce bir s\u00fcre sessizlik i\u00e7inde y\u00fcr\u00fcd\u00fcler: “B\u00fct\u00fcn hayat\u0131m boyunca bu kasabada ya\u015fad\u0131m. \u015eu ya\u015fl\u0131 Blassenville’dan bin kere ge\u00e7mi\u015fimdir, g\u00fcn\u00fcn ve gecenin her saati hem de. Ama hi\u00e7 \u00e7evresinde g\u00fcvercin g\u00f6rmedim, hatta bu ormanda bile g\u00f6rmedim.”<\/p>\n
“Onlarca vard\u0131,” diye afallam\u0131\u015f vaziyette tekrar etti Griswell.<\/p>\n
“Sadece g\u00fcn bat\u0131m\u0131nda korkuluk boyunca s\u00fcr\u00fcs\u00fcyle t\u00fcnemi\u015f g\u00fcvercinler g\u00f6rd\u00fc\u011f\u00fcne yemin eden adamlar g\u00f6rd\u00fcm,” dedi Buckner yava\u015f\u00e7a.<\/p>\n
“Bir adam hari\u00e7 zencilerin hepsi. Bir dilenci. Avluda ate\u015f yak\u0131yordu, o gece orada kamp yapmay\u0131 planl\u0131yordu. Ak\u015fam gibi oradan ge\u00e7tim ve bana g\u00fcvercinleri s\u00f6ylemi\u015fti. Ertesi sabah oraya d\u00f6nd\u00fcm. Yakt\u0131\u011f\u0131 ate\u015fin k\u00fclleri orada duruyordu, teneke kab\u0131 ve domuz etini k\u0131zartt\u0131\u011f\u0131 tavas\u0131, battaniyeleri de orada yatm\u0131\u015f gibi duruyordu. Bir daha onu g\u00f6ren olmad\u0131. Bu on iki sene \u00f6nceydi. Zenciler g\u00fcvercinleri g\u00f6rebildiklerini s\u00f6yl\u00fcyorlar ancak g\u00fcn do\u011fumu ve g\u00fcn bat\u0131m\u0131 aras\u0131 hi\u00e7 biri bu yoldan ge\u00e7mez. G\u00fcvercinlerin Blassenville ailesinin ruhunu ta\u015f\u0131d\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 ve g\u00fcne\u015f batt\u0131\u011f\u0131nda cehennemden \u00e7\u0131kt\u0131klar\u0131n\u0131 s\u00f6ylerler. Zenciler bat\u0131daki k\u0131z\u0131l par\u0131lt\u0131n\u0131n cehennemden geldi\u011fini s\u00f6ylerler, \u00e7\u00fcnk\u00fc cehennemin kap\u0131lar\u0131 a\u00e7\u0131lm\u0131\u015f ve Blassenville s\u00fclalesi de f\u0131rlay\u0131p \u00e7\u0131k\u0131yorlarm\u0131\u015f.”<\/p>\n
\u00dcrpertiyle, “Blassenville ailesi kimdi?” diye sordu Griswell.<\/p>\n
“B\u00fct\u00fcn bu topraklar\u0131n sahipleriydiler. Frans\u0131z-\u0130ngiliz aile. Louisiana’n\u0131n topraklara kat\u0131lmas\u0131ndan \u00f6nce Bat\u0131 Hint Adalar\u0131ndan gelmi\u015fler buraya. \u0130\u00e7 Sava\u015f onlar\u0131 mahvetti, bir\u00e7o\u011funa yapt\u0131\u011f\u0131 gibi. Baz\u0131lar\u0131 sava\u015fta, \u00e7o\u011fu da eceliyle yitip gittiler. 1890’dan beri malik\u00e2nede kimse ya\u015famad\u0131, ailenin son tohumu Bayan Elizabeth Blassenville bir gece eski evi veba b\u00f6lgesiymi\u015f gibi terk etti ve bir daha da asla d\u00f6nmedi- bu senin araban m\u0131?”<\/p>\n
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As they made the turn Griswell’s blood was ice at the thought of what they might see lumbering up the road with a bloody, grinning death-mask, but they saw only the house looming spectrally among the pines, down the road. A strong shudder shook Griswell.<\/p>\n
“God, how evil that house looks, against those black pines! It looked sinister from the very first-when we went up the broken walk and saw those pigeons fly up from the porch-“<\/p>\n
“Pigeons?”<\/p>\n
Buckner cast him a quick glance.<\/p>\n
“You saw the pigeons?”<\/p>\n
“Why, yes! Scores of them perching on the porch railing.”<\/p>\n
They strode on for a moment in silence, before Buckner said abruptly: “I’ve lived in this country all my life. I’ve passed the old Blassenville place a thousand times, I reckon, at all hours of the day and night. But I never saw a pigeon anywhere around it, or anywhere else in these woods.”<\/p>\n
“There were scores of them,” repeated Griswell, bewildered.<\/p>\n
“I’ve seen men who swore they’d seen a flock of pigeons perched along the balusters just at sundown,” said Buckner slowly.<\/p>\n
“Negroes, all of them except one man. A tramp. He was buildin’ a fire in the yard, aimin’ to camp there that night. I passed along there about dark, and he told me about the pigeons. I came back by there the next mornin’. The ashes of his fire were there, and his tin cup, and skillet where he’d fried pork, and his blankets looked like they’d been slept in. Nobody ever saw him again. That was twelve years ago. The blacks say they can see the pigeons, but no black would pass along this road between sundown and sunup. They say the pigeons are the souls of the Blassenvilles, let out of hell at sunset. The Negroes say the red glare in the west is the light from hell, because then the gates of hell are open, and the Blassenvilles fly out.”<\/p>\n
“Who were the Blassenvilles?” asked Griswell, shivering.<\/p>\n
“They owned all this land here. French-English family. Came here from the West Indies before the Louisiana Purchase. The Civil War ruined them, like it did so many. Some were killed in the War; most of the others died out. Nobody’s lived in the Manor since 1890 when Miss Elizabeth Blassenville, the last of the line, fled from the old house one night like it was a plague spot, and never came back to it-this your auto?”<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Griswell i\u00e7in baz\u0131 detaylar ortaya \u00e7\u0131k\u0131yor…","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":969,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,140],"tags":[127],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1584"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1584"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1584\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/969"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1584"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1584"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1584"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}