Talking with The Dead(creepy stuff)

[themirrorthief]

He lay in bed most of the day. Why get up? However, at last he did. He went to the kitchen and made a sandwich. Later he checked his messages on the web. As usual there weren't any that mattered. He dressed and drove to the local McDonalds and ordered a salad. He was losing weight, lots of it. His doctor would be proud. He went to a convenience store and bought a beer. He drank it in the park.

The sun was bright, the birds sang, and the ghosts sat without speaking. Those poor silly ghosts. James was glad he was still alive. There was so much a living person could do, unlike a ghost. The ghost of an old lady sat nearby. She frowned at him. He smiled and waved. He was the only one who could see them. They didn't like that at all. They liked their privacy. He wondered where they came from in their old fashioned clothes and the women in their long dresses buttoned to the chin. How quaint. there was one ghost, a young girl. She was very shy and sat beneath a large oak. He smiled at her but she only put her head down and smoothed her long dress. He decided he would speak to her but he knew she could not reply. Ghosts cannot talk of course.

James got out of his car and walked over to the oak. The ghost of the young woman pretended he wasn't there. "Its a beautiful day, you look very relaxed there," he said.
She looked up and back down quickly. She faded just a little and he was afraid she would go away but she didn't quite. Then she looked up again and nodded.

He sat down close by but not to close. "You seem awfully young to be a ghost. I don't mean to bother you but I am very lonely and have no one else to talk to."

To the boy's shock she began to sign to him. James knew sign very well having had a deaf aunt and a mother that was also very hard of hearing. "I did not know that anyone could see me here, I have been a little ...lonely."

"I have been lonely too, and depressed."

She looked surprised, her big sad eyes signed rapidly. "But you are alive and young and I'm sure you have some friends you could visit with."

He signed back, "yes, but I am a little tired of them all Im afraid. Im afraid my friends are rather boring. They just sit around and smoke and drink and watch tv."

They sat and talked a long time. "I must go now, she said. "I never stay out in the evening."

"Do you mean out of ...your grave?"

"Yes, but its very quite and peaceful there. I sleep long and well and have the most lovely dreams of all sorts of things."

"I sounds very nice."

"It is, goodbye...will you come tomorrow?"

"I have to work but I am here often."

"Please visit with me soon then. I have stories I can tell you about things that happened long ago."

James went back to his car and drove to the store where he bought more beer. He went home to his darkened apartment and drank until he passed out. Life had fallen into such a rut for him. One knew it was bad when you spent an entire afternoon talking with the dead. Maybe he was also dead, that would explain things. Then he dreamed.

[themirrorthief]

He watched the rain. The park was deserted. He just sat there in his car and watched

it fall. He smoked another cigarette and thought about her. She had dumped him for

another guy with a better job and a lot nicer car. He probably had a bigger dick too but he

didn't want to think about that. Maybe he was better off, yes that was it...he was finally happy...

no.

The radio was playing a sad song. He turned it down. Richard was depressed, he took

one last drink from his diet coke and chunked it out the window. Littering was bad but

he had a problem with the entire world at that particular moment. He needed a friend but

who had the time when they worked seventy hours a week just to pay the bills and buy a

meal at McDonald's or Taco Bell a couple times a day. It started to rain harder. It was God

just trying to clean the planet...the filthy stinking planet. Maybe all humans were simply a

disease, or a curse. He needed to pee.

Richard got out of the car. His umbrella was in the trunk so he was gonna get wet even

if he got it out so he said "fuck it" to himself and sloshed through the rain to the bathroom

where he pissed for a long time. His washed his hands and smoked. He wondered if

Susan and her boyfriend were fucking while he stood there all alone. She liked to fuck

on rainy days he recalled. He remembered to much. She hadn't been a great girlfriend

but the sex was good and she knew where to get good dope. Susan had also ben plenty

funny to be around at times. She had a great smile.

He went back to the car and sat down heavily. He was almost totally soaked. He sat there

for a while and then tried to read. The book was called the Age of Reason by Sartre. It was

actually pretty good. The guy who tried to drown his cats because he wanted to punish

himself but was to afraid to commit suicide was cool. The character was called Daniel. He

was good looking and rich and he hated himself. Richard would trade places.

Richard scratched his balls, that had gotten a little damp. That was never good. He sat

there and watched it rain. He should probably go home but it was so damned depressing

there. All his books and Cds and DVDs just stared at him, reminding him how pointless it

was to pretend ownership of any damned thing anymore. He should have known something

was going on with Susan when she stopped letting him eat her pussy. That was totally

unlike her, she was always horny. He had a text, it was from Susan...

"I'm sorry it had to end like this. There is a part of you that will stay with me forever.

I wish I could say more but I always felt deep down it would end someday. You are

just so moody and a workaholic. Best wishes my sweet Richard"

He didn't reply...maybe later. He really had nothing to say..what could he say? He had to

work a lot of hours because his job didn't pay especially great and money wasn't worth

much anymore. He just sat and watched the rain and listened to the radio way down low.

It was getting dark early, it always did in winter and the overcast day wasn't helping. The

park would close in a couple of hours and then he would have to go home, or go somewhere

and get drunk. But then he would be in no condition to make it to work tomorrow and he

had to pull a twelve hour shit. His life sucked. He watched the rain decrease and then

increase in intensity. About fifty yards away there was an old family graveyard that had

always been there. It was just outside the park but he had totally forgotten about it.

To Richard's surprise there was someone standing there. He squinted through his

glasses just a bit to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The person appeared to be a girl

or at least someone wearing a long white dress. "Crazy bitch is gonna get drowned

standing out in this rain like this." He mumbled to no one and continued to observe...

quite fascinated. He watched the girl wander about, weaving amongst the old weathered

tombstones as if looking for something. Perhaps she had lost her cellphone or a ring

or something earlier in the day? The possibilities were interesting to say the least. At

least he wasn't the only fool out in the middle of a rainstorm. He watched as she

moved out of the graveyard and meandered about until he noticed she began to walk

in his general direction.

"Probably some drunk chick needing a ride?" he surmised.

Suddenly the rain stopped but it got darker. He could only see her because of the white

dress. It stood out, almost like a bridal gown he thought.

There was no question she was approaching his car. She moved slowly, strangely, like someone

in a bit of a daze or maybe intoxicated or stoned or something. She was pretty and

slim from what he could tell. The girl stopped a few yards from his car and looked all

about. At first he thought she was going to move on but eventually she came closer.

He rolled down his window..."are you alright, you look awfully wet?"

"Who are you?" The girl asked.

"I'm Richard...Rich for short. Do you need to call someone or something...is your car broke

down?"

"No."

"Its not a good idea for young women to get in the car with strange men but you can if

you like, I'll turn on the heater and you can dry out. I'm just listening to music and

trying to do a little thinking...I guess I'm trying to say I'm pretty harmless." Richard

rambled on for a few minutes...the girl was damned beautiful. He hair was wet but

very long and blond. Her lips were full and red. Her eyes were blue and haunting,

and her skin was alabaster white. She could have easily been a model, or a rock

star for that matter, or a rock star's girlfriend at least.

She didn't say anything but went around to the passenger side and stood there.

Richard took it for a signal and he opened the door. She looked in very

cautiously before sitting down. He cranked the car and turned on the heater.

"It may take a couple of minutes to warm up...what is your name?"

"Lynell."

"That's a pretty name, it suits you."

"Where is that strange music coming from?"

"Err...from the stereo...its the Red Hot Chili Peppers...do you like them?"

The girl said nothing, her eyes looked puzzled. "Are you alright?" Richard asked

again. He was beginning to think this girl needed help...maybe she was an escapee

from a mental institution or something. People did run away, he had an aunt that

ran away once and got hit by a car. He couldn't remember if she lived or died. It

wasn't that important and he stopped thinking about it.

"Can I take you somewhere?" he asked.

"I don't think so," she replied quietly. "No, I don't think you can..I belong here you

know?"

"You live around here?"

"No."

"I don't quite understand...you belong here but you live somewhere else then?"

She looked at him and smiled faintly. "It is all very confusing of course. But I

don't live around here. In fact, I don't live at all. I think I am what people called

a Ghost."

All that beauty wasted on a nutjob, Richard mused. He had seen it before. One of

his friends had a beautiful sister who was totally cracked. It was a shame, this

girl was smoking hot in her own way. With some more stylish clothes and a little

makeup she would be a lot hotter than Susan and Susan was pretty damned hot

in her own right.

"Sometimes I feel a little dead inside myself," Richard mumbled half to himself.

"No, I'm really dead, I was buried over there...I remember that place, my mother

is buried there too, I saw her grave..with her name and everything. And I saw my

own grave. I've been dead a long time, almost a hundred years. This vehicle of

yours is so different from the ones we had back then. I like it better I think."

Richard tried not to let her see when rolled he eyes. He was going to have to take

this girl somewhere...maybe the hospital would be Ok? Perhaps the police

would know where she belonged. Damn, they would ask him a million questions,

what if this poor girl was someone important. He asked again where she lived but

the strange girl was staring out the window. He put his hand on her shoulder to

get her attention but it passed right through her! He tried again with the same

result. This was madness..he gasped and broke out in a cold sweat. A chill ran

down his spine and he opened his door and jumped out of the car. He ran to a nearby

picnic shelter and tried to light a cigarette but it was impossible, his hands shook

like mad and he looked desperately for someone, anyone that could help him.

He had left his engine running and the steam rose from the hood of his car. It was

all an illusion. He was mad, Susan's leaving had given him a nervous breakdown.

There was no one in the car. That was certain. He finally got a smoke lit and it

calmed him a little. He wished he had a drink of something strong, real strong.

After about twenty minutes of walking about fretfully he felt a little better. He would get

in the car and go home, drown some booze, and sleep. He would call in sick at work

and take the day just to relax and, maybe go to the doctor for some nerve pills. Yes, that

was what he'd do. There was no one in the car. Just warmth from the heater and some

rock and roll on the radio. He took a deep breath and walked to the automobile quickly.

He opened the door and looked in...nothing. With a sigh he sat down gratefully. Still

shaken, he put his head down on the steering wheel his eyes for a moment in hopes that

his heart would cease its mad beating. He took several deep breaths and decided he

could drive. He looked up and there she was, just as before. "Don't run away again, I

promise not to harm you in any way. I couldn't even if I wanted to I don't suppose."

"I'm...err...crazy..right?" Richard stuttered. His lips quivered insanely.

"There is nothing wrong with you...its me that seems to be in trouble. I don't understand

why I am dead yet alive in a manner of speaking."

"You're not a vampire are you?!"

"What is a vampire?"

"Nevermind. What do you want of me?"

"You are the only one around, I wondered if I could talk to you...if you could see me...things

like that. All this is as surprising to me as it is to you."

Richard rubbed his eyes furiously. He wanted it all to go away...but he knew it wouldn't."

"Perhaps you could be my friend?" Her voice was almost pleading. Richard felt a tinge of

regret for the girl. He looked into her huge blue eyes and thought he saw tears. He wasn't

certain of anything. "I think I need to go home now, it was nice meeting you Lynell. I hope

everything works out and you get wherever you need to go. He hoped desperately that she

would take the hint and leave the car but she didn't. She started crying for real.

"Would you like a cigarette?" he asked.

"All I need is a friend...and a good one." The girl/ghost sobbed quietly.

Richard sat back in his seat and his mind raced through all the possibilities. The rain

began again. He sat there and watched it and wondered if there really was such a

thing as a Ghostbuster.

[themirrorthief]

looking out the window wasn't enough. She walked among the falling leaves with a new found appreciation

of Mother nature and the sun. There had been far to many cold days. The warmth and light were more

than a welcome relief. She noticed something odd, a man stood at the old well. He well dressed in some

old fashioned garb. Lois smiled at his clothes but she wondered who he was and what was he doing?

Hello he said... She nodded and replied in kind.....Im just looking at the old well, lots of memories here

for me.

He continued,....many years ago. Even then this old well was ancient and not in use. I had a baby boy, he

was deformed and very sick. He needed constant care. My wife had a nervous breakdown and I had to

send her away. My life was never the same after that. One day I brought Jerrold here and threw him in

the well. It was as if a madness had taken hold of me...I just wanted him to go away. Three days later,

after drinking a gallon of whiskey, I blew my brains out. Then he simply vanished in front of Lois's eyes.



She had a difficult time sleeping that night. She lived alone with only her dogs and a cat. Her husband

had left her almost a year before. Winter had brought all the old pain back and now she felt she must

be mad. Ghosts were not real. The next day it was a little cooler but still very sunny. She walked

again but avoided the old well. She strolled down by the creek. She paused for a moment to look at

her still youthful reflection in the clear water of the stream. I'm beautiful she thought...it was ironic

her husband had turned out to be gay and was whisked away by his best friend. She thought about

sex and how wonderful it might be to do it right here beside the stream...in warmer weather of course,

and without to many mosquitos around. She smiled again but it was a sad lonely smile.

She glanced across the stream and there he stood, the handsome man that had called himself a ghost.

You're not real...im mad, aren't I? Yes, he replied.

She put her head in her hands and sobbed, Lois had never felt so desperate. Don't cry...the voice

said. He was still there. I'm musn't talk with you, I don't like being mad...

Oh,its alright, Im a bit lonely too...Ive been here for decades and you are the first person that ever

noticed me...you must be special.

Why don't you come back tomorrow when you're feeling better. I will be right here, we can chat to each

other from opposite sides of the stream, that way you won't feel lonely and still have no reason to be

afraid because surely I can't hurt you from way over here...ghosts can't cross running water you know.

Really?

NO, its just a silly lie I made up but I certainly shall not hurt you.

Lois turned and ran back to the house. It snowed the very next day and she stayed n all day. She

barely got out of bed and same thing the next day. She was miserable. On the third day she went

back out to the stream. It was bitter cold and he was not there. She went back inside and cried.

The sun returned and melted most of the snow, Lois spread bread crumbs for the little starving winter

birds. She let her dogs out and fed the cow. She thought about driving into town but the roads would

surely be a mess. Thomas had always driven during bad weather, and she'd never learned. There

was so much she had never learned. She had never been so lonely. Surely she had committed some

great sin to be so lonely and filled with pain. She wished that they'd had a child...somehow they had

never quite gotten around to it. Now she knew why.

Then she saw him again. He was standing in her back yard, looking towards the house. She felt chilled

to the bone but something compelled her to talk to him. What are you looking for, she asked?

Ah,there you are...I'm not a monster you know, just a lonely spirit. I can even feel the cold. Lois

stopped herself just in time from inviting him in. He seemed so real. She decided someone was

playing a cruel joke on her. Who are you really, there are no such things as ghosts. She blinked

and he was gone. Then a voice beside her said...I'm here now.

She whirled about and he was just beside her. You are a ghost! What do you want?

I think I should ask what do you want? There must be a reason that you can see me....?

My mind created you...I must have a fever...I am sick.

No, I don't believe you are sick. Shall we shake hands. He extended his, and his smile was very

warm and genuine. She took his hand and felt nothing but a queer warm breeze passing up her

arm. Its the best I can do Lois.

How do you know my name? The ghost looked puzzled for a moment before replying...I suppose I have

always known your name...my name is Kurt by the way, Kurt Strong.

They had a fairly long conversation. She decided they were kindred souls...both mad and lonely. Of

course he was a child killer. But he seemed anything but. That night she sipped her coffee and

wondered if she would ever see him again. She decided she wanted to...what else did she have...nothing.

Talking to a ghost in a lonely house in the forest did seem half as weird as it had the day before. Strange

how things could change like that. She was not afraid but he seemed so sad. Perhaps his conscience

was stopping him from passing on to his next stop on the never ending journey. She didn't have the

answers but she drank coffee and petted her kitten and wondered about a great many things.

The next morning Lois ate her eggs and bacon. She finally decided to head into town. The roads were

not to terrible, she drove slow and listened to her favorite David Bowie CD. The ghost reminded her of

Bowie....he was so thin and pale and his eyes were so piercing. Of course the ghost had eyes that matched

in color unlike Bowie. Like a leper messiah...the cd blared. She loved that one.

Wal Mart was very crowed but no one took especial notice of her beside one or two horny guys. That made

her smile. She wished she had the courage to go up- to one and offer him some pussy. She giggled, that

would be something, especially in THIS town! Instead she bought some groceries and a couple of movies

and headed over to Taco Bell. After cramming four tacos into her face she got gas, a paper, and with a

sigh, started for home. Her dogs were glad to see her and the cat purred. She curled up on the couch,

had a little wine and watched the movies until she fell asleep. She dreamed about the ghost, he was in

a speedo on the beach. His chest was wide and hairy and she noticed he had a chipped tooth in front.

It made his look sexy. He also wore an earring in his right ear. It was a tiny miniature of a naked mermaid.

It made her giggle so hard she woke herself. Lois went to the bathroom, took another long sip of wine

and slept well through the long winter night. There were no more dreams however.

Two weeks passed before she saw the ghost again. He was sitting on her back porch smoking a cigarette.

I would offer you one if I could he said. She sat down fairly close. You don't have an earring she said.

Of course not...Ive been dead fifty years you know...we didn't do much of that back then, and mostly sailors

got tattoos. Lois giggled, his smile was gorgeous. I can't believe I am talking to a ghost...where have you

been for so long? Oh, a bit depressed, visiting you takes a lot out of me you know...I must rest afterwards...

don't ask me why.

Maybe you should stop smoking, Lois offered. Yes, these things will kill me someday.

Lois giggled, this was al so insane it made her giddy. However, she didn't feel lonely in the least. It was

refreshing. She sat with her legs crossed and studied him. It was her first chance to look him over at

close range. He was handsome but not pretty. That was good. His hands were large and powerful. She

wondered what kind of lover he had been when alive. I bet you kept you wife happy n the sack Kurt.

Kurt's blue eyes widened...she seemed to enjoy our nights together. Shes dead now, and buried in a little

country graveyard a mile or so from here. I go there a lot...I doubt I shall ever get to join her though.

My sins keep me here...Hell if only for the sane I suppose.

I wish you'd had a better life...

Yes, a better life....at least a better after life...yet now Im here with you and its all quite pleasant...Lois.

Lois smiled. Yes it is rather...

[themirrorthief]

I shall never forget that first time. I had just stepped onto the most
lovely and pristine beach imaginable. The water lapped gently
against the shore and the nearby trees swayed and floated...offering
the comfort of deep shade. The shade was hardly needed due to the
cool breeze that massaged my neck and arms like a lover. Looking
out to I saw calm waters sparkling beneath the brilliant sunlight
like fresh cut diamonds. It was all very breathtaking despite just
the tiniest hint of the surreal.

Then I saw her. She moved slowly along the shoreline. Her long
white gown billowed and danced in the wind. Her hair was very long,
dark, and blessed with an abundance of waves and curls. I knew
that she was beautiful even before I'd glimpsed her face. At last
she paused and turned in my direction. Her eyes were more blue
than an icy mountain top and her skin was as pale as it was
perfect and smooth. Her full red lips were finely sculpted and her
manner both shy and vaugely curious.

She turned back to continue on her way and I hastened my step in
order to catch up with the lovely vision so that I might...tell her
something? How strange it all seemed; strange but terribly exciting
and intoxicating. I tapped her gently upon a slender shoulder and
she slowly turned. The gentle smile she bestowed upon me was
captivating to be sure. Then she put her hand out to me, pawn up.
I reached for her but then...

I woke to the sound of crashing glass and rattling windows. The
intense feeling of movement startled me to instant alertness...what
the...? Earthquake! We had experienced small ones before but
nothing remotely like this. I jerked the mattress off my bed and
darted beneath it. I lay there praying as the shaking and swaying
continued for several minutes. I faced he jarring reality that the
entire building might well collapse upon me at any moment. Then,
everything grew still again. For several minutes I sat there dazed
but thankful to be alive. My apartment building was fairly new and it
had weathered the disaster.

I discovered the phones still worked for mine began to ring. It was my
boss at the newspaper. "Are you still alive...good, good! That was
a damned big one wasn't it. Word is, the worst of it hit the old part of
the city. Don't you live near there? Try to get down there somehow
and send back a report ASAP. Now get going and good luck!"

I was grateful for the call, it brought me back to reality. The reporter
instinct in me quickly took over and I dashed about getting dressed
and finding something for taking notes. I reasoned that my bike
would likely carry me closer to the most heavily damaged areas;
spots where automobile traffic would be impossible or disallowed.
Moments later I pedaled away with my heart beating wildly within
my chest.

Everywhere I looked there was devastation. Sirens screamed from
every direction, policemen shouted instructions, ambulances roared
past, and people with faces caked by blood and dirt wandered about
aimlessly. Stately old mansions, many more than a century old, had
been leveled. For some reason I was drawn to the old Parrish house.
Half of it had collapsed. The parts that remained seemed so stoic
but sad. I decided to take a closer look.

Picking my way carefully through the rubble and fallen timbers I
managed to navigate around to the back of the house. At about that
point I spotted something truly startling. There was a very old family
graveyard behind the house. It appeared that one casket had been
upturned by the violence of the quake. A heavy metal box lay almost
entirely above ground, its lid dislodged. With dread I realized that
the grave and its contents had been tragically opened. Perhaps it
was my duty as a reporter, morbid curiosity, or possibly even some
strange unexplained force that drew me closer to the grave. Despite
trembling nervously, I was determined to make a closer inspection.

The stone gave a name and a date, the tomb was over sixty years
old. I knelt gingerly to take a quick peek inside, fully expecting some
ragged old skeleton to glare back at me accusingly as if the entire
thing had been my fault. Imagine my utter shock and amazement
when I saw the perfectly preserved corpse of a young woman lying
there as if in a deep slumber. If appearances were the judge, the
woman might well have been enterred only yesterday! She wore a
long white gown and her hands were crossed peacefully over her
stomach. A beautiful red rose lay on her chest.

A fit of insanity must have gripped me at that moment for I felt a
ghastly compulsion. I put my hand inside the coffin and grasped the
rose. Like all else in the grave, it was in pristine condition. It even
smelled fresh and sweet. Stunned, I paused to briefly study the face
of the young woman. Cold chills poured down my spine like I'd
walked beneath a waterfall and I broke into a heavy sweat. The
long deceased object I observed there was that same woman that
I'd dreamed about only that very morning! My nerves failed me
completely at that point.

I half staggerd, half ran until I found my bicycle. Then I struggled to
make my way straight home. My legs were so shaky that I could
barely pedal but eventually I arrived home safely. I forgot all about
any report to the paper. Instead I stayed put for several days, mostly
shivering beneath several blankets, curled into the fetal position on
my couch. I would have been fired save for calling in some lame
excuse about twisting my back while moving debris from my patio.
Some other reporter wrote a piece about the strangely preserved
corpse and even threw in a few snippets about the history of the
old Parrish place that had to be demolished. Human interest stuff you
see. I didn't care.

I soon recovered my senses but thereafter, at least once a week or
so, I would experience the strange dream I'd had the morning of
the disaster. It was always the same, the beach, the woman, and
the outstretched pawn at the end. I kept the rose. It never wilted and
I never told a soul about it or the dream. They wouldn't understand,
and how can one explain the unexplainable? I knew all to well what
had happened and I didn't need some expensive shrink to convince
me that it hadn't.

All of that was many decades ago. Now I am very old and withered.
Just this morning I heard the doctor whisper to my family that the
end was very near indeed. I don't mind, in fact I rather look forward
to the event. I clutch the rose to my chest and shut my eyes. At
some point during this very night I will place the flower in the
outstretched pawn of my beautiful dream girl.

[themirrorthief]

man, I was on drugs when I wrote these..strong drugs

[themirrorthief]

the air you breath is a drug you idiot...you need chemicals to live and maybe to dream...no

[themirrorthief]

dream ur way out of reality and your really flucked amigos