The footsteps sounded like click-clacking on the concrete. Rowan stared down into the darkened tunnel and wondered who would be wandering around.The footsteps seemed to fade away for a moment, but came back with a vengence. Now, it sounded like boots.
He found himself in a fix. If he didn't go through the tunnel that led to the trains, he wasn't going to be home for dinner, and his wife wasn't going to be happy. Rowan hesitated for a minute or so, but made the decision to go-for-it!.
It was a mistake!. The moment he heard his own footfalls following him down the aged and crumbling stairs. "She" had been waiting around the corner of the very next turn. The Ghostly hag attacked him with dirty fingernails. They were ragged and sharp, and he raised his hands to protect his face.
Rowan let out a yell and took off running. Lucky for him, he was a lot faster than the GHOST, or she was letting him go. When he saw the trains and people milling about, he slowed down and listened to his heart racing in his chest. Searching behind him, he didn't see the ghost. Right as he was feeling at ease, he felt the stabbing pain in the middle of his back.
He ran like a bat out of hell..straight to the nearest men's restroom. Hurrying over to a mirror, he turned so his back was facing his reflection, and lifted up his jersey. He couldn't believe his eyes!. 5 deep scratches ran the length of his back, and blood trickled out of each slender wound.
Somehow, the ghostly hag had found a way to make her point. He hadn't really escaped anything. He washed the wounds as best he could, and left the bathroom on shaky legs. Rowan searched the crowds, but knew he wouldn't see her any more that day.
After all, he would go through the same old dodge-and-run routine..tomorrow.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
More Panama Ghost Stories..
I started thinking about my return trip to PANAMA coming up-end of next month, and I am making a few changes. For one, the jungle behind housing in GAMBOA, it harbors a few GHOSTS. OK!..it harbors many Ghosts.
Old military personnel?, It's not that I have seen any flitting about, but it feels like they are hiding in the musty darkness. The buildings are so old, and it seems to attract the dead. I can feel the history when I drive through the area.
I forget what those creatures are in this specific pic, but they look like a combination of short ear kangaroo, rabbit, and rat. They didn't mind me taking their picture, even though I was shooting into the jungle.Such sadness in the greenery!. I will visit the area, but I don't think I want to stay in any of the old buildings.Once was enough..
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Thick Fog And Ghosts
Well, today is my birthday. It rained tremendously and we got a bit tired of being in the house. My Husband asked me if I wanted to take a drive. Oops, as I write this..the printer is resetting itself, although it is unplugged.
Somebody doesn't want me to tell this story. Too bad, but I am going to tell it anyway. The drive up toward the mountains was uneventful, but the higher we went-the thicker the fog became. We were knee deep in low clouds, and it got cold..bone, chilled-to-the-middle cold. I wrapped myself in my thick sweater, and shivered as we drove through the white glow.
My husband is fighting a cold, so we didn't drive too far. Pulling off the road, we went in the direction of a small town. It was eerie looking in the milky light, and the buildings were hard to make out. At first, I wasn't sure what I was seeing. Movement was happening all around us, and it was like the car was frozen in space and time.
A small corner grocer was in view, and my Husband parked the car. He was hungry, and wanted a snack. I waited in the car as it was still raining, and as soon as he left the comfort of the car, I was surrounded. "They" were all ages, and I was horrified at what I was seeing. The DEAD were in different stages of..DEATH. The stench was horrific!. I gagged and sweated, andI tried not to pass out. I could feel the pain they endured before death. It wasn't like I was getting it from each GHOST-one at a time. NO!, I was feeling it in one complete package.
The pain was ripe, and I was in agony. Writhing in the front seat of the car, I silently begged my Husband to hurry up. The GHOSTS entered through the car and sliced through my body. I felt horrible things, and I learned what it meant to die painfully. Cancer, pneumonia, tumors, Their pain was visited upon me, and I couldn't cry out..I couldn't do anything, but go with the knowledge being given me..
It didn't last more than a couple of minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I saw my Husband walk through the doorway of the tiny grocery store, and I worked on calming my breathing. He hurried through the drizzle with a smile on his face. By the time he got in the car, my breathing was near normal.
" Hi Honey! " He said in a cheerful tone, and then he reached in his pocket. Pulling out an ice cream sandwich, he handed it to me with such joy. I smiled back and reached for the treat. Unpeeling the wrapper around the cold vanilla and cookie, I looked down the street while my husband backed out of the parking space. I saw the sign a couple buildings away. Everything I had just experienced made a whole lot of sense. In big, rusty, faded letters the sign read..
" Crematorium "..
Somebody doesn't want me to tell this story. Too bad, but I am going to tell it anyway. The drive up toward the mountains was uneventful, but the higher we went-the thicker the fog became. We were knee deep in low clouds, and it got cold..bone, chilled-to-the-middle cold. I wrapped myself in my thick sweater, and shivered as we drove through the white glow.
My husband is fighting a cold, so we didn't drive too far. Pulling off the road, we went in the direction of a small town. It was eerie looking in the milky light, and the buildings were hard to make out. At first, I wasn't sure what I was seeing. Movement was happening all around us, and it was like the car was frozen in space and time.
A small corner grocer was in view, and my Husband parked the car. He was hungry, and wanted a snack. I waited in the car as it was still raining, and as soon as he left the comfort of the car, I was surrounded. "They" were all ages, and I was horrified at what I was seeing. The DEAD were in different stages of..DEATH. The stench was horrific!. I gagged and sweated, andI tried not to pass out. I could feel the pain they endured before death. It wasn't like I was getting it from each GHOST-one at a time. NO!, I was feeling it in one complete package.
The pain was ripe, and I was in agony. Writhing in the front seat of the car, I silently begged my Husband to hurry up. The GHOSTS entered through the car and sliced through my body. I felt horrible things, and I learned what it meant to die painfully. Cancer, pneumonia, tumors, Their pain was visited upon me, and I couldn't cry out..I couldn't do anything, but go with the knowledge being given me..
It didn't last more than a couple of minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I saw my Husband walk through the doorway of the tiny grocery store, and I worked on calming my breathing. He hurried through the drizzle with a smile on his face. By the time he got in the car, my breathing was near normal.
" Hi Honey! " He said in a cheerful tone, and then he reached in his pocket. Pulling out an ice cream sandwich, he handed it to me with such joy. I smiled back and reached for the treat. Unpeeling the wrapper around the cold vanilla and cookie, I looked down the street while my husband backed out of the parking space. I saw the sign a couple buildings away. Everything I had just experienced made a whole lot of sense. In big, rusty, faded letters the sign read..
" Crematorium "..
Friday, February 5, 2010
Ghost On The Stairs
Her body floated as though on a cloud, and a white mist seemed to engulf Xena. Xena thought she was dreaming, but she looked at the Grandfather's clock in her hallway, and knew she was wide awake. The tick-tock of the clock was reassuring.
She stared back at the Ghostly Lady at the top of the stairs. Who was she?, and what did she want?. Xena had always seen GHOSTS. No matter where she went or what she did-they came to her. And then there were the animals. She remembered how surprsied she had been when the first ghostly horse came trotting up.
She had tried so hard to keep her balance, but the horse kept nuzzling her and knocking her around. Her friends looked at her like she was drunk or something, but she used the excuse of "losing her balance", and "I am such a clumsy fool sometimes". Of course, she made it a point to add laughter. Her friends would always laugh along, but Xena caught the bewildered expressions.
This is why she learned to pretend. She got good at practicing to act normal. Invitations to other homes always made her nervous. Going upstairs to her friend, "Layla's" room was blocked by this Ghost staring down at her. She knew what she had to do and she walked right through the woman on stairs. It felt like walking through a wall of glass and ice, and it hurt for a brief moment.
" What's the matter? " Layla asked at the top of the stairs. She had lead the way and turned to wait for her friend. Xena had turned pale for a moment, but color was already returning to her face. She sent a quivery smile to her friend.
" Sorry..just a little chill " she answered. Peering over her shoulder as she reached the top of the stairs. The ghost was no longer there. Gathering her wits about her, Xena followed her friend to her room. She was determined to have a nice evening with Layla. A ghost or two wouldn't change a thing..at least she hoped it wouldn't..
She stared back at the Ghostly Lady at the top of the stairs. Who was she?, and what did she want?. Xena had always seen GHOSTS. No matter where she went or what she did-they came to her. And then there were the animals. She remembered how surprsied she had been when the first ghostly horse came trotting up.
She had tried so hard to keep her balance, but the horse kept nuzzling her and knocking her around. Her friends looked at her like she was drunk or something, but she used the excuse of "losing her balance", and "I am such a clumsy fool sometimes". Of course, she made it a point to add laughter. Her friends would always laugh along, but Xena caught the bewildered expressions.
This is why she learned to pretend. She got good at practicing to act normal. Invitations to other homes always made her nervous. Going upstairs to her friend, "Layla's" room was blocked by this Ghost staring down at her. She knew what she had to do and she walked right through the woman on stairs. It felt like walking through a wall of glass and ice, and it hurt for a brief moment.
" What's the matter? " Layla asked at the top of the stairs. She had lead the way and turned to wait for her friend. Xena had turned pale for a moment, but color was already returning to her face. She sent a quivery smile to her friend.
" Sorry..just a little chill " she answered. Peering over her shoulder as she reached the top of the stairs. The ghost was no longer there. Gathering her wits about her, Xena followed her friend to her room. She was determined to have a nice evening with Layla. A ghost or two wouldn't change a thing..at least she hoped it wouldn't..
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Dog is in Hospital
My little pet chewed on an atrophied, rat poisoned rat..she is bleeding in her lungs and joints, I have to watch her for a stroke in next couple days. Can't write 2night, too upset. My apologies..but I am a wreck..will write tomorrow..
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