On the outskirts of a small town stood a big, old pecan tree, just inside the fence of the local cemetery. It was the kind of place kids were warned to stay away from, especially after dark. One afternoon, two boys climbed the fence, shook the tree, filled a bucket with pecans, and sat down beneath its branches, hidden from the road, to divide their treasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOne for you, one for me. One for you, one for me,\u201d one boy said as they sorted the nuts into piles. A few pecans slipped from their hands and rolled down the small hill toward the fence. Neither boy noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At that moment, another boy rode past on his bicycle. As he slowed near the cemetery, he heard voices coming from inside. He froze when he caught the words drifting through the air: \u201cOne for you, one for me.\u201d His imagination exploded. Two voices. Inside a cemetery. His heart started pounding. He quietly dropped his bike and sprinted down the road as fast as his legs could carry him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He burst into the house of an old man who lived nearby. \u201cMister,\u201d he gasped, \u201cyou won\u2019t believe this\u2026 God and the Devil are in the cemetery, dividing up souls!\u201d The old man raised an eyebrow, skeptical but curious. He grabbed his cane. \u201cShow me,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They crept back to the fence and listened. Sure enough, the voices continued. \u201cOne for you, one for me.\u201d The old man leaned closer, eyes narrowed. Then he heard one boy say, \u201cThat\u2019s all. Let\u2019s go get the ones by the fence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The old man turned pale. \u201cSon,\u201d he whispered urgently, \u201crun home. Get your parents. Tell everyone. The Devil got all the ones inside\u2026 now he\u2019s going after the ones outside.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy didn\u2019t wait to hear another word. He pedaled home screaming, the old man hobbling behind him. By the time they returned with a crowd, the cemetery was empty. The two boys were gone. The bucket of pecans sat abandoned under the tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And from that day on, no one in that town ever picked pecans from that cemetery again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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