“Behind every
successful man is a woman.”
Ma Barker*
#quote
Went to my card
game thing today and had lots of fun, had two seizures there so that
was a downside, but still a great time was had. Also CJ could be
coming over tomorrow so yay! Anyway onto the flash fiction!
You Might
Just Get It
The name is
Jennifer Townson, ghost hunter extraordinaire. I'm fully geared up,
wearing my night vision goggles and holding my electromagnetic field
detector in my left hand and camera in the other. All other sensory
equipment is on my belt or attached to my hat as it latches onto my
hair. I dyed my hair green to match the color of all my equipment.
I'm making a fashion statement of sorts. The colored contact lenses
to turn my eyes yellow are purely practical. They assist in seeing
the ghosts.
Beyond the
river behind a small town is a forest that is rumored to be haunted.
I've chosen to explore it because many people have vanished there and
those who haven't returned with many strange tales. Over decades with
the stories being different enough to be unique to the person but
similar enough to be consistent. More authentic than people just
being spooked by noises in the wilderness or jumping on the bandwagon
of making up stories. This could be my big chance to get more than
clanks, clunks or static.
I set up camp
in the middle of the woods and the first night the stars are about
the most spiritual thing I see. The second night I doubt myself. The
third I begin telling ghost stories to myself. Recounting old
encounters I've had. How scared I've gotten over chilling winds.
Strong winds like one I felt now.
My skin shook.
The leaves around me started to spin as the strong, cold wind grew
more intense. Instead of snuffing out my campfire like a candle it
fed the fire so a tower of flame accompanied the wind. I heard
laughter made with the sounds of screams. The one sound consistent in
all the stories. I put on my night-vision equipment to try to see
better but as soon as I tried the flames from my campfire nearly
blinded me. I threw it away.
Disembodied
hands made from some kind of black clay came out from the ground and
pulled my equipment off of me. Then more came and held me in place.
They examined me and felt me all over.
The ground in
front of me then opened up and a large eyeball appeared, about the
size of a bear. It's gaze moved up and down my body.
I heard a
voice, but I couldn't identify where it came from or the gender of
its owner. It sounded like the words were made from an animal clawing
at metal. It said, “No, not you. I'll find another.”
Next thing I
knew I woke up to daylight with my campfire snuffed out and all my
recording equipment missing.
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