In the Pit with The Devil. . .
One dark windy night, the village drunk was walking back from the bar to his house. He could always walk back to his house in any state other than sober.
But on that night, his feet took him to the Church yard, where all the passed-over blessed were laid to wait for the Lord. It was windy and the night was high.
The wind picked up and he thought he could hear a voice calling his name. Suddenly, the ground opened up in front of him, and he fell down, down into an open grave! He could hear the voice clearer now, calling to him. He knew it was the devil, coming for him just like the preacher said.
The man fell down at the bottom of the pit. He felt like being swallowed by the mighty serpant himself. He feared the end of his life.
After re-composing himself, he sat up. With his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the pit, he could make out a form sitting with him in the darkness. The form called out his name and he tried to scramble his way out of the grave. That was when the abomination said, “You can never get out. . .”
As soon as he heard that, the drunken man leaped up the six foot pit as though he had seen the Devil himself. And he ran with his full might and strength.
Inside the open grave, his neighbor sighed in resignation. He’d fallen into the hole a few minutes before his friend and had thought that together they might help each other climb out. Now he was going to have to wait until morning and get the mortician to bring him a ladder.