Tom grabbed Bill's arm, but it wouldn't move, as if it were super-glued to the bed. He tried his other arm and his legs, but still he wouldn't budge. Tom knew that Bill was too frail to resist him. Something else was holding Bill on the bed - something powerful and invisible.
Tom lunged for the phone to call for help, but it was dead. Frantic, he ran into the kitchen, heated up a bowl of canned soup, then brought it to Bill's bedside with a glass of water. But Bill spit up everything Tom tried to put in his mouth, his eyes deliriously rolling back in his head.
As Tom watched his friend suffer, his mind suddenly crossed that line between the real and the surreal. That moment when you finally realize you don't really know everything about how this world operates, and anything is possible. So without thinking, Tom grabbed Bill's share of Chief Sawnee's gold, still sitting in the burlap sack in the closet. He then rushed home, grabbed his share, and sped back up into the hills. Past the "Boiled P-Nut" stand, down the old hunting road, through the creepy, old growth forest, and up to the edge of the deep pit. And with tears in his eyes, he called out to the skeletal remains below:
"I'm givin' you your gold back, Chief Sawnee! I don't need it, and I'm sorry I took it! I'll never bother you again. Just please let my friend go - please! He's my only friend in the world! And that's the only thing that matters to me! I swear!"
And with those words, he tossed the bags of gold coins back into the pit. Then using his bare hands, he shoveled dirt, rocks, branches, anything he could find over the hole, so no one else would ever find it. He then bolted back to his truck and sped back towards town.
Tom knew he had to find a phone fast, and the closest one was at Fat Daddy's a few miles away. The sun was quickly setting over the hills, and he knew that Bill didn't have much more time. Tom knew he'd get strange looks wandering into the bar with his filthy clothes and cut, bleeding hands, but he would find a way to explain it later.
When Tom finally roared into the Fat Daddy's parking lot around ten o' clock, he was surprised to find it empty. The lot was usually full on a Saturday night - maybe they closed early, Tom thought fearfully.
Tom was relieved to find the door unlocked. He ran inside and found it dark and empty. He ran behind the bar, grabbed the phone, and dialed Bill's sister in a neighboring town. She picked up her cell phone after one ring.
"Bill's been rushed to the hospital," she said in a panicked voice. "He called me a few hours ago and said he couldn't get out of bed. The doctor says he's lucky to be alive. Now I'm trying to get Mom on the phone. He looked awful, Tom. What happened to him? Do you know?"
Tom couldn't answer, but the news of Bill's condition sent waves of relief through him. He assured her that he would head straight to the hospital, then hung up the phone.
"You've been up to Chief Sawnee's cave, haven't you?" said a sudden voice from the darkness.
Tom nearly leapt out of his skin. Sitting at the bar was old "Chief B.S.," nursing a beer.
"What do you know about it?" was all Tom could say.
The Chief took a long, contemplative swig of beer, stared at Tom with his piercing eyes, then said in a voice that seemed deeper and older than the one Tom had heard so often: "That gold isn't going to do me no good. You're welcome to it. But I told you to accept it with a good heart. That's all I ask. Now use it that way. Or I'll come back to see you again."
With that, the Chief polished off his beer and strolled leisurely out the door. Tom looked at the Chief's bar stool. Sitting there was the dirty burlap sack of gold coins that Tom had thrown into the pit hours earlier.
Tom could hardly believe his eyes. He then charged out the door to find the Chief. But only the stiff evening breeze rolling off the North Georgia mountains greeted him. The Chief had vanished into the night.
And in the years that followed, as Tom and Bill both married and finally settled down, Chief B.S. - or Chief Sawnee, as they called him to anyone who would listen to their crazy stories - was never seen in those parts again.
- THE END -
so what did you guys think? i know its not the exorsist.

but its not bad. now you guys post one. :cool: