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The Midnight Road

Drive faster!

Rain lashed, wipers slashed, Cort plowed through the pouring rain, the demons of his past – both real and imagined – pursued him close behind.

Wind whistled, debris whirled into the road ahead of him, utility poles fell behind him. That’s how he knew they were still chasing him.

Stomach tied in knots, sweat pouring down his face.

A bump, thump, and the car died. The tension in Cort’s body ratcheted up another few notches.

Gotta run, gotta get away.

Then, They’re here!

He leaped from the car even before it could come to a complete stop. Left the road – that’s where they were – and dashed into the open field beside it.

Gotta hide. Oh, god! Can’t shake them. They’ll find me, anyway, his fevered mind screamed.

Shadows whipped about him, flittered, fluttered. Low hisses of eagerness issued from the assailing darkness.

Skin prickled; invisible claw briefly caressed the back of his neck and was gone. He ran harder.

Out of breath, out of time, out of options.

He screamed in fear and pain. Red ribbons slashed into his back.

Stumbled. Fell.

They were on him in an instant. Dozens of them. Tearing. Clawing. Ripping. He’d never had a chance to get away, even on the highway. Their claws had already been too deeply embedded.

Moonlight filtered through wind-driven clouds. And he was alone, then, as ever he had been.

But the damage was done, life leaking from his savaged body as it lay sprawled there in the moon-washed openness.

Originally posted at Clarity of Night.

Ghosts

The call was to talk to a psychic about a possible haunting. The couple had only lived there a short time. In fact, the house was only two years old. She had taken a picture of him, and the print, when it came back, showed perfectly round spheres of light distributed throughout the photograph. She had also seen a little boy (not her own, as she had no children) sitting on her staircase, resting his chin on his hands. These were only two instances of at least half a dozen she mentioned. And she wanted to talk to the psychic to determine if her home was, indeed, being haunted. I never heard the outcome of the conversation because I had to leave for work before the psychic actually came on the phone. My guess is that they were involved in something that attracted this kind of demonic attention, in which case, even moving from that house would not relieve the oppression. Those things have a way of following you…..

Later, another caller wanted to talk to the psychic because he wanted to know how to attract ghosts to his home. He thought it would be pretty cool to have several ghosts to “hang out” with, something like a conversation piece. He thought it would be fun to open his cupboard to get a box of cereal out and find one of his ghosts buddies sitting there (reading the label, or somesuch thing). I don’t think this guy even knew what he was asking for. Dangerous…. and extremely naive……..