Rayna -Ghost Story-

He didn’t look anything like she expected. His eyes a glowing almond that seemed tense with some sort of anger, his ebony hair plastered to his native skin and his lips tugging in a frightening sneer. Before she could speak, the hallway clock struck one and glass broke all around her. Soon a delightful smell of lavender overpowered her and the boy with his group of friends hurried back down the steps they came from. “Wait!” She tried to call out but more glass shattered then made her freeze. She quickly ran to the stairs, stumbling to make her way to the boys. Only they had disappeared. “Damn it.”

“Looking for someone, darling?” A husky male voice whispered in her ear. She turned to face the voice but no one was there. She searched through the darkness of the cafeteria but was disappointed to find nothing. “Wanna join us?” the words made her jump, a fearful shiver escaped up and down her spine.

“Who’s there?” she started but paused when there was no answer. “What do you mean by joining you?”

“This is what we mean.” The boy with the glowing eyes stepped out of the dark revealing a new him. His skin a sick gray color, cuts lashed into his skin. Before she could speak, in lightening speed; he was in front of her. He reached out his hands and it went right through her. Terrified, she fell backwards, over the stairs railings and onto the basement floor. A liquid red color seeping out of her skull, eyes widen with fright. The boy disappeared. The girl was named Rayna and she was found after a few days and the group of boys were never found. But it was said, a new girl came to school and she looked exactly like Rayna; only she seemed perfect, flawless. She hung out with a group of boys that also were perfect, with ghost-like features. They kept to themselves and whenever someone tried to talk to them; they went missing ot found dead.

Ghost On Pikes Peak

Motorcycle Racer Ghost Story

Back in 94, I was in a bicycle race down Pikes Peak in Colorado.  For practice you had to get up on the mountain before sunrise so that you could get as many practice runs in before 8:00, when the road opened to the public.  After practice I ended up spending the day working on bikes and misc. instead of catching up on sleep. Continue reading

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Ghost Story VIII

This is part 8 of a Ghost Story. Part 1 is here, and Part 2 here. Part 3 is about lesbians. Part 4 is here. Part 5.666
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Sure enough, it was the Google Map of Madison, Wisconsin.

The center was just some sort of forest, or arboretum. Everyone peered into it, trying to translate geometry to some kind of meaning. Finally Emma broke the silence. “What the hell is it? It’s just a bunch of trees and stuff.” Continue reading

Ghost Story VI

Their interview was very quick and short, but to Emma, seemed like years. She had argued with her father the whole night after coming back from the stadium, then in the morning he apparently wanted to take her to ‘see some professionals’. “This is just going to explode in your face,” she told him, and he had left the room silently, as he always had when she was being a baby. The silence was supposed to imply finality. And true enough, when they finally met the Wisconsin Paranormal Society, everything had played out just as she expected. It was just two guys getting high on little gadgets and electronics. At least one of them seemed kind of cool — when they were all finally introduced, she had looked directly at Peter, and he had just rolled his eyes. That was kind of cool. Ehud, on the other hand, had made her take a Voight-Kampff test. Continue reading

Ghost Story 5

“O.K Nadine, I want to tell you something now, about myself, but I’m afraid to. It could … it could change how you see me entirely.”

Nadine’s eyes swiveled from her busy desk and out from the computer screen, blue and enlarging. “But I can already see you, Peter,” she said.

“I don’t mean the camera,” said Peter, putting his hand over his face, miserably. “You would never have seen something like this just through the Chat.” He was sat on the office chair in a reclined position, leaning as far back as possible, and supported by the server rack. Continue reading

Ghost Story Part 4

Porch light was dimmed, and no shadow of the dog. Good sign, thought Harry, stepping out of his car. She usually tied the dog up to the pole at the gate before getting up to bed, so that it would stay awake and ‘guard the house’. He felt kinda sorry for the pooch, but hey, it wasn’t his pet.

He crept into the living room, eyeballs grazing the wall before the couch. It will be empty, it will be empty, he said to himself. “Paper, rock, scissors.”

“What?” said Beatrice, grinding an elbow on a cushion. Continue reading

Ghost Story Part 3

Ice from the lemonade came in the way of Harry’s straw and made a louder slurping sound than he had intended. He quickly pulled the straw from his mouth and looked frantically at the other parked car, some hundred feet away on the soccer field.

Night-time spotlights were on, so the girls would totally be able to make him out if they only turned to look. Luckily, it seemed they were … occupied. Something about it pissed him off. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and started tapping away furiously.

“Emma, u thr?” Continue reading

Ghost Story Part 2

“Ehud, why don’t you close up here and buy me a calzone?” asked Peter.

“Ok Peter,” said Ehud peering into his CRT, “let me just write back this quick reply to Bobby.”

“You still writing to that kid? How do you find the time?”

Ehud let out a sigh and then went on typing. “It’s hard. I mean, it’s not like I’m being paid for this.” Continue reading

Ghost Story Part 1

How little Bobby dealt with the fact that no one liked to hang out with him, was, he would write short letters, time to time, to the Wisconsin Paranormal Society. On occasion, he would get a letter in response, and reading these alone in his bedroom would fill that empty space. Continue reading