The Vi Chronicles: Peggy-Lou Was NOT a Very Good Baby-Sitter

One night my mother went out and left Peggy-Lou in charge.  Peggy was our big sister, third oldest out of seven.  She was ten years older than me and seven years older than my brother, Victor.  That night, Peggy had an excellent idea. She was full of good ideas, Peggy Lou was. She decided we would all walk to town.  It was late-too late for a seven-year-old to be awake-but in this branch of the family only pussies went to bed at bedtime.  I might be a chicken but I’ve never been a pussy.  I put on my sneakers. It was a warm summer night.  We set out walking; myself, my brother, Victor, our older brother Michael, and Peggy-Lou.  Town was about a 1/2 mile from our house.  We walked past the lake, past the bridge, past the shoe shop and past the Western Auto. Then Peggy-Lou whispered, “That church up ahead is where the devil lives.” “Nuh-uh”, we said.  “It’s true.  His workshop is in the basement.”  We approached the church.  Some of us faster than others.

sepiawiltonchurch

Home of the Devil’s Workshop-1970

There did appear to be a light on in the basement….
Peggy-Lou said,  “I’m going in.”  “No don’t!  Don’t do it, Peggy-Lou!”, I whispered.   “Yup, I’m gonna find that devil and kick his ass”, said Peggy-Lou.  Mike said, “I’ll watch the door.”  Me and Victor didn’t say anything.  I had just wanted a bag of chips from Amato’s, for Christ’s sake.  I had zero bones to pick with Lucifer.  “Ok”, Peggy-Lou said, “When he sees me, there’s going to be trouble, so get ready to run or he’ll steal your soul.”  Peggy-Lou eased open the side door and started down the stairwell into the basement. We could see a lone light bulb at the bottom of the stairs. The door closed behind her.  We waited.  I’m not sure why.  We didn’t have to wait long.  About two minutes later she shot out the door and started running down the sidewalk. “He’s coming and he’s pissed!”, she yelled. “Run for your lives!”  “Hey, wait for me”, I yelled.  I couldn’t wait for my mother to get home.  I was so telling on these morons.  We made it home, our souls intact, and Peggy-Lou made some cocoa, then we watched Dark Shadows. I didn’t sleep again for the next  seven years.  Which was right around the time that Peggy-Lou got married in that very same Church.  She had promised me that I could be the flower girl, but then took it back and said I had to be in charge of the address book instead, because I was too old to be the flower girl. I wasn’t walking around with a dumb address book. There was a Devil’s workshop in the basement of that church, and several bored, gullible children (including one flower girl) wandering around looking for something to do.
Chicken out
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  16 comments for “The Vi Chronicles: Peggy-Lou Was NOT a Very Good Baby-Sitter

  1. October 30, 2013 at 1:44 pm

    LOL, So you did what any Address Book carrying girl would do. You took them for a tour?

    Several years back I had the task of locking the Church on Sunday nights after everyone left. It's wierd but while one should feel safe there it was creepy as heck. I never went into the basement.

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  2. October 30, 2013 at 1:45 pm

    Is Peggy Lou still evil? Or did she just have bouts of evilness? You were a brave little girl to wait for the devil to come out of that basement. I would have been crying. Not that whimper, whimper stuff. I mean WHAAAAA WHHAAA gasp gasp sniff kind of crying. Did you rat her out to your mom?

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  3. October 30, 2013 at 1:55 pm

    I think she was a very good babysitter. A memorable one anyway.

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  4. October 30, 2013 at 2:11 pm

    You are a marvelous storyteller, and I loved reading this. What a great story!

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  5. October 30, 2013 at 2:53 pm

    What a great story! You have a gift, my friend.

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  6. October 30, 2013 at 3:02 pm

    Peggy-Lou is my kinda gal.

    What is it with children and their desire to scare each other? Is it to alleviate boredom? 🙂

    Pearl

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  7. October 30, 2013 at 4:40 pm

    Hah! Well done! Did you ever find out why the light was on in the basement?

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  8. October 30, 2013 at 10:59 pm

    SS, Yes, that's exactly what I did:-) I can see how an empty Church would feel a little creepy-especially if you are an Angels and Demons fan!

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  9. October 30, 2013 at 11:01 pm

    Hi Cheryl_Peggy Lou is evil in an awesome way. Mischievous is what we call it. She hasn't changed much. I did not rat her out to my mom. You know why? My mother probably would have thought it was funny, too:-)

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  10. October 30, 2013 at 11:01 pm

    Hi AC-very memorable. And she redeemed herself for that particular episode many times over.

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  11. October 30, 2013 at 11:03 pm

    Although once she said, “Let's play hide and seek, I'll help you hide”. and then they put me in a big box, took me down to the basement, and left me there. I still owe her for that one, come to think of it.

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  12. October 30, 2013 at 11:04 pm

    Thank you for saying that, Shelly. I feel the same about you. I'm glad you enjoyed it

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  13. October 30, 2013 at 11:25 pm

    Thanks MIchelle-I just read your Linden Cemetery story-awesome. When I was really little, we lived next to a cemetery, too. We used to build jumps over the gravestones in the winter. I remember it as a happy place except that one time the jump got built a little too high. Bad day, that.

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  14. October 30, 2013 at 11:26 pm

    Pearl, you would like her. I don't know why kids love to scare each other…I didn't scare anyone, but I had all manner of siblings and cousins who delighted in scaring me. That's what happens when you are a chicken.

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  15. October 30, 2013 at 11:28 pm

    Thank Jenny_o. Astute of you to pick up on that…I always wondered, too, but the strongest part of that memory is the light. Also, why wasn't the door locked? I'm thinking Janitor or maybe a Church meeting.

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