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On a cold night alone in the backroom of a dive bar Redd has the chance to find out the truth with the help of the menacing Snake Lady... but will the truth set Redd free or will it reveal the prison he actually lives in?
Glenda\'s & The Snake Lady by Charles Campbell
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Transcript:
Glenda\\u2019s bar and pool hall has been a Valley staple for as long as anyone
could remember. The beer was always cold and pool sharks with names
like Bonehead and Tater frequented the joint over the years. Glenda\\u2019s was open for business Monday through Saturday. It was only closed when Christmas or Thanksgiving fell on a day other than Sunday. Glenda\\u2019s was open for all of the others; July 4th, Memorial Day, Labor Day. It was a place for adults to congregate and shoot the shit, bitch about their bosses, spouses or whatever gripes they wanted to get off their chest. The booze flowed and there were way too many fights to count. The front windows of Glenda\\u2019s were replaced at least twice a year because of out of control drunken brawls. The Burnettown PD had to be called over to Gloverville on a regular basis to sort out the riff raff, and there was a lot of riff raff to be sorted. There were bouncers employed at Glenda\\u2019s over the years but most of them wound up in the middle of the brawls instead of defusing them.
One of the things...or, more properly, the thing that distinguished Glenda\\u2019s from any other redneck bar in the South was the legend of the snake lady. There was a dark room in the back of the bar and legend tells that on certain nights of the year it had an inhabitant. She would slither in from a secret entrance directly into the dark room. Glenda would chuckle if you asked her about it and blow it off as nonsense. But, it wasn\\u2019t nonsense. The snake lady is real and this is the story of a man that witnessed her firsthand. This is an unfiltered recount of what Redd Jones saw and heard on a cold December night back in 1985.
1985.
Snow flurries fell upon the Valley which was a very rare thing. Even the hint of snow in this part of the country shut down schools and businesses. But one establishment that stayed open rain, shine, sleet or snow was Glenda\\u2019s. And Glenda\\u2019s was the favorite spot of Redd Jones. Redd lived on Oak Street in Gloverville and was a widower. He lost his wife, Edna, five years earlier when she died peacefully in her sleep. The coroner listed it as natural causes; open and shut, case closed. Glenda\\u2019s was certainly a place that Edna didn\\u2019t approve of and it was a spot that Redd never stepped foot in until about six months after Edna had passed. The visions of her kept him from sleeping. She would whisper in his ear in the middle of the night, always making him smile; a smile that would quickly give way to sadness when he reached over and felt the cold sheets of the empty side of the bed. Finally, one day after walking to the Minit Shop to get a loaf of bread, the neon light of Glenda\\u2019s caught his eye. Before, he never paid it much attention. It blended into the background of everything else that didn\\u2019t matter when Edna was alive. But today, it shined brighter than ever before. Redd didn\\u2019t walk into the Minit Shop that night. Instead, he crossed the street and into Glenda\\u2019s. His life would never be the same. It all started with his first beer and it snowballed from there.
Redd had never been a big drinker, especially when Edna was in his life. He did the booze it up to be a big man in high school from time to time but it didn\\u2019t follow him into adulthood when he had to get a job, pay bills and provide for his wife. He and Edna never had any children which, in hindsight, may have been a bad thing. If he had children in his life the neon light of Glenda\\u2019s may have remained dull and in the background. Redd was quickly burning through his life savings and was earning a
reputation as the town drunk. Glenda\\u2019s was his life night after night after
night until this December night in 1985. He stepped into the bar and the atmosphere felt different.
\\u201cGlenda here?\\u201d Redd asked as he stepped in from the cold.
\\u201cNah,\\u201d Sally Broner began, \\u201cshe went to get Darnell. She said she was scared to drive in the snow,\\u201d Sally finished and popped the gum in her mouth.
\\u201cScared to drive in the snow?\\u201d Redd chuckled. \\u201cThere ain\\u2019t no snow out there. It\\u2019s meltin\\u2019 soon as it hits the ground. Darnell better get her bony ass in here.\\u201d Edna would turn over in her grave if she could hear her husband speak in such a tone.
\\u201cWell, that\\u2019s what she said. I\\u2019ll get your Bud,\\u201d Sally said and hit the
tap.
Something was a little off in Glenda\\u2019s tonight but Redd couldn\\u2019t quite put his finger on it. There weren\\u2019t as many people at the pool table for one and a good many of the usual suspects weren\\u2019t there. Surely the threat of a little icy rain the news wanted to call snow didn\\u2019t keep them home. Glenda wasn\\u2019t here. His favorite barkeep, Darnell wasn\\u2019t here. What the hell was going on is what Redd was thinking. Edna was the farthest thing from his mind. He was sure she would whisper her disapproval later that night just when he fell sound asleep. He only had Sally to look at and, quite frankly, her buck teeth freaked him out a little bit. He felt like he was talking to Bugs Bunny every time she opened her mouth. He wanted to shove a big carrot in it. Sally slid the cold mug over to him with that big What\\u2019s Up Doc grin on her face. He glanced down at his watch and it was
almost eight o\\u2019clock. He figured he\\u2019d drink until about ten and then stumble home so he could get his beyond the grave scolding from Edna. Redd rested his elbows on the bar and Sally moved down the line to talk to Bonehead. He was looking for somebody to snake money from at the pool table. Redd finished the frosty mug and was about to signal Sally for another when the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He had the uncontrollable urge to look to his left and Redd could see the light emitting from the bottom of the closed door at the end of the hallway. The door had always been there. It was at the end of the hallway just past the bathrooms. It was never anything special; never caught his eye. Maybe it was a room full of booze or maybe there was a bedroom back there so Glenda could just crash on nights she didn\\u2019t feel like driving home to Clearwater. Redd never cared about that room until tonight. Tonight, there was a purplish glow coming out from the keyhole and space under the door. It was a glow that pulled Redd away from his Budweiser and back into the curious man he used to be.
Redd stood away from the bar and walked down the narrow corridor. He passed the restrooms and stopped in front of the closed door. Sally didn\\u2019t call for him to come back and get another beer. Nobody seemed to notice Redd step away from the bar. Redd froze in front of the door. He looked down as the purple glow seemed to press around his feet. There was a chill back here. It felt unnatural, like he was alone in a graveyard \\u2013 just he and the spirits.
\\u201cCome in,\\u201d the woman\\u2019s voice spoke from the other side of the door. Redd reached for the door knob. His hand trembled as he grabbed the knob; it was as cold as ice. He turned it, stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
The room was illuminated in purple by the black light hanging from the ceiling. The walls of the room were black as soot and there was what appeared to be a large wooden crate in the back of the room.
\\u201cWho, who\\u2019s in here?\\u201d Redd asked. He could see the breath cloud like
cigarette smoke from his mouth when he spoke.
\\u201cCome closer,\\u201d said the woman\\u2019s voice.
Redd stepped closer to the crate but he remained far enough away as to not see what or who was inside.
\\u201cWho are you?\\u201d Red asked again. There was fear in his voice but the
curiosity was there. He liked that feeling. It made him feel just a tiny bit normal.
\\u201cI\\u2019m who you want me to be,\\u201d the woman\\u2019s voice said and continued, \\u201ccome closer, Redd. Come closer and see what you came to see.\\u201d
Redd\\u2019s curiosity overtook his caution and he took long strides toward
the crate until he stood directly in front of it. He closed his eyes before the last step and kept them closed.
\\u201cWhy are your eyes closed, Redd? Open them and see what you came
to see. Hear what you came to hear. You came in here for a reason, Redd.
I\\u2019ll tell you what you want to know.\\u201d
Redd took as deep a breath as he could. He imagined he was about to dive head first into the deepest corner of Langley Pond and he would have to do so on full lungs. After taking the breath and holding it for just a moment, Redd opened his eyes. He immediately thought that he was dreaming or just maybe he was dead. The being he was looking at was
beautiful for sure but definitely not human. Her face was slender and seductive. She had the upper torso of a woman but from the waist down, it was the body of a long, black snake. Her eyes were bright yellow with the slit pupils of a viper. Her hair was long down her back and it was dark. Redd couldn\\u2019t quite make out the true color in the purple hue of the room. She slithered from her box like a cobra out of a charmer\\u2019s basket.
\\u201cOh my god,\\u201d Redd whispered. He was frightened but much like the
prey of a viper, he was frozen in place; transfixed by the otherworldly eyes staring into his soul.
\\u201cWhy did you come here, Redd?\\u201d the snake lady asked.
\\u201cTo numb myself to the world,\\u201d he answered. Redd was under the
spell of the gaze. He was hypnotized by the sna'