Rebel Yell Cafe

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3:11

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Rebel Yell Cafe Here's a story my grandpa told me one day when we were on a creek bank fishing about a place he went to when he was young, and it goes like this. I was driving down through Dixie in a brand new Model A. Up ahead a light was flashing saying Rebel Yell Cafe. I was getting tired and hungry, looking for a place to eat. So, I pulled my car into the drive went in and took a seat. There wasn't many customers just a couple of guys and me. As I finished my supper they were listening to the Opery. Then I paid the waitress and asked about someplace to stay, and I asked her why they called this place the Rebel Yell Cafe. She said they had a house in back where I could rent a room, and I should ask them about the name, and she picked up her broom. The house was old and run down. It had seen its better days. There was a fence in bad repair around a single grave. The door was slowly opened by a lady in an old black dress. Inside was antique furniture. Old pictures on a rolltop desk. There was a room where I could sleep at the end of a dark hallway, and I asked if she could tell about the Rebel Yell Cafe. Her ancient eyes showed the pain. Said she'd only been sixteen. Her man died in the civil war. She still hears him scream. A cold chill went up my spine as I walked to my room. I guessed that grave in her front yard was her lover's tomb. I laid there cold and restless, and as I closed my eyes I thought I heard a rebel yell,(yeeha) and I damned near died. I pulled aside the curtain, looked out into the night. There was frost upon the grass. The moon cast an errie light. I got dressed fast as I could and ran to the front doorway. I saw footsteps from the grave to the Rebel Yell Cafe. Copyright 2010 Goebel and McCullough