Saturday's Storyteller: "Herbert Campote lived a very average life, in a very average town, on a very average street, in a very average house, near very average people, until one very average day when everything changed."
by Belinda Roddie Herbert Campote lived a very average life, in a very average town, on a very average street, in a very average house, near very average people, until one very average day when everything changed. It started with fever. His wife Lucy had come down with an outrageously high temperature. The first night, it was one hundred three. The second, one hundred five. Herbert had Lucy wheeled to the hospital, where the doctors searched for something - anything - to explain why her body was reacting so negatively. But they found nothing. Tests came back negative, so all they could was spoon medicine into her constricted throat and hope for the best. It didn't stop there, however. Not only did his wife began to suffer convulsions, but his neighbor, Charles, began showing the same symptoms. It was odd, because Charles and Lucy never interacted, so no contagion could honestly be spread. To make things stranger, after said seizures, Herbert and Charles' wife Laura would ...