Footprints in the Snow

Christmas is undoubtedly my favorite time of year, but it brings with it hours of preparation. After baking all morning, I needed a break. Grabbing my jacket and scarf, I stepped outside. A winter wonderland glistened before me. Standing still for a few minutes, I took in the beauty while me eyes adjusted to the brightness! There was a chill in the air and my breath made little clouds in front of me. A brisk walk would clear away the cobwebs. With one hand firmly planted against the house I walked carefully down the icy steps from the porch. When I reached the bottom something caught my eye.


They started on the path and continued along the driveway to the dirt road that ran past our house. How could that be? We had no neighbors. Anyone who came to visit us, came by car. I looked along the dirt road for tire tracks, but saw none, only small footprints in the snow.

Surely these were made by a child! 

I set off to follow them anxiously. What if a child was lost and cold?

Why would they start at my house? 

Bewildered, I walked along the dirt road that led to the old barn and opened the door cautiously, not wanting to scare whoever may be taking shelter there.

Why would a child be out here alone. Where did she come from?

It was dark inside, but splinters of sunlight shone through the holes in the roof, and eventually I was able to see my surroundings.

“Hello! Is anyone in here?” I asked. “I followed your footsteps. Are you lost?”


“Are you hungry? I’ve made fresh shortbread, I’d love to share it with you.”

Movement! A rustling in the far corner. My view was blocked by old farm equipment.

“I’m coming over, don’t be scared.” I said as I walked towards the noise.


My cellphone rang, I screamed. “Dammit!” I said as I switched it off.

“No need to hide, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Something dropped on me from above, claws digging deeply into my shoulder, teeth sinking into my ear.

“Holy Shit!”

I swatted at the crazy wild thing that attacked me, knocking it to the floor, and then I turned and ran.


The Spirit World – Just keep talking to me!

I was left alone in the darkness. Cold and exhausted I made no effort to move. If Luca materialized again I was done for! The moon had been hiding behind the clouds, but now appeared and cast a dim silvery glow on the earth. I looked around me, but there was nothing to see, no burning trees, no charred remains, nothing.

Was it a dream, a nightmare?

With the little strength I had left, I pushed myself up off the ground and onto my feet.


Something dug into the heel of my hand. I couldn’t really see what it was, but picked it up anyway. A small round shiny object glimmered in the moonlight. I smiled as shook it back and forth. It was a gypsy bell, the sort Mala wore on her skirt.

Headlights rounded the corner ahead of me. Dare I stand in the road and flag the car down? I had no idea where I was. Unable to make a decision, I watched it pass me by, tail lights disappearing in the distance.

Damn, where am I? I should have flagged it down.

Walking along the dark country road, I felt alone, but no longer afraid. Looking up at the stars I wondered what really happened after death. Were Mala and her love together now, forever? I’d never know, well maybe one day I would, but hopefully not for a long time.

Another car approached. It pulled up next to me.

“Hey there, are you alright, what are you doing in the middle of nowhere? Did your car break down?”

Bending down I peered through the open window and saw Liz, the landlady of the village pub in Brompton.

“Hey Liz, no I haven’t broken down, but I’d love a life home.”

“Oh, its you, what the heck are you doing out here? Jump in.”

I sat in the passenger seat of her sporty little MG. Before she pulled away she looked across at me.

“You look awful! Are you sure everything is OK?”

I started to laugh uncontrollably before tears gushed down my face.

“Oh no! It’s not that bloody dead guy again is it? The one you managed to pick up in my pub?”

I pulled myself together.

“No, he doesn’t bother me anymore. I managed to attract a gypsy this time. Actually, three of them, but it’s all over with now. All sorted.”

“I hope you’re right,” Liz said as she pulled away, “but I have a feeling these little adventures are going to be with you your whole life. How old are you?”


“Bloody hell, and how many dead people have you attracted, how many spirits have you sent on their way?”

I thought about it for a while before answering.

“Only two Liz, a couple are still hanging around, but they’re good company.”

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Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

Barely Breathing!

flames_88__inferno_by_eris_stock“It looks to me like you’ll never have her.” I whispered. “I think the old hag has you beaten. She’s kept you away from her daughter for a long time now. Maybe it was never meant to be.”

I moved closer to him, the smell of his body was overpowering. He hadn’t breathed for a long time, but hot putrid air surrounded him.

Distract him; take his focus away from Mala. Give me a chance to set them free.

I heard her thoughts, what if Luca heard them too?

I looked into his eyes and smiled, it took all of my courage and energy, but I was convincing.

What if he kills me, what then?

He looked down at me, fascinated. “You’re awfully brave! How can this be? I usually have to fight to get my pleasure. Why aren’t you fighting?”

I was terrified, barely breathing, but something spurred me to play his game. You’re doing great, keep his focus. It’s working.

“Maybe I’m tired of life.” I said, my voice sounding stronger than I felt. “I get up and go to work every morning, but for what? Its time for a different, more exciting life. Tell me what you have to offer?”

The creatures behind him gathered close together as they watched me.

“You can ride the night skies with me” he asked. “You  can look down at the world of pathetic humans and see them, like ants, running around as they live out their futile lives?”

He moved closer to me, our bodies merged. I was terrified.

Although his hands didn’t move, I felt violated; I knew his intentions and felt him touch me.

“Ahh, lets play a while.” He said.

I have him, please do what you need to do and then help me.

My fear spiraled out of control. I was completely enveloped by evil. Terror paralyzed my body.

I’m dying! Help me!

The life was being sucked out of me. I was lost!

I’m barely breathing. Help me!

I was vaguely aware of a light, a light that grew slowly stronger and sent wispy branches shooting off towards the sky as the poor creatures that had been held captive escaped. Behind me I heard bells. The sort of bells you associated with Christmas, heralding the arrival of happiness.

I knew these weren’t Christmas bells, but Romany bells and I smiled. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have smiled.

“You witch, you sorceress, you temptress. I’m going to squeeze the life out of you now.”

I looked up to see his face. I’d fooled him for a while and and he was full of lust for a live willing body. Something I wasn’t prepared to give and he knew that now.

He tossed me aside like a doll. I hit the ground hard, knocked senseless for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes I saw the old gypsy, she chanted and danced in a circle around the smoking man and his Romany love. They were wrapped in tender embrace for the first time since death claimed them. They faded to nothing, poof, gone.

“You old witch, you’ll pay for this.”

God please let him not be talking to me; I have no fight left in me.

I looked at the distorted face of evil and saw him focus on the old Gypsy. She smiled. “Come on then, make me pay, I’m old and fragile, but I beat you at your own game. You can take my life now, but you can’t touch my daughter anymore. You can’t go to the place she is now. She’s safe from you, safe forever!”

He was on her in less than a second. Moving around her, his face contorted in anger. She didn’t budge, but stood her ground and smiled. I wanted to help her, but I couldn’t move.

“Please leave her alone.” I whispered, but no one heard.

It’s all right; I’m ready to die. I’m old!

She put her arms out and started to chant again. I watched the evil presence of Luca shrink slightly. He became still. He looked confused, unsure of himself. The old gypsy’s head snapped back. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and inhaled deeply.


The awful shape of evil disappeared into her mouth and down her throat. When there was nothing of him left her lips snapped shut and she exploded into a fiery mass. I saw them fighting in the flames, but he was lost, no match for a cunning old gypsy. His evil was no match for her love.

I watched until there was nothing left but calm.

Evil Dead!

evil faceThe silence didn’t last long. A strong wind blew. It was icy cold. A weak, fading glow danced in the darkness. The tinkling bells grew silent. I knew I had to do something, but I didn’t know what!

“Lucky Heather?”

The voice was close to my ear. I turned quickly, expecting to see another restless spirit, but instead I came face-to-face with the old Gypsy I’d seen a couple of days earlier. I touched her wrinkled cheek. It was warm. She was real. She grinned a toothless grin and pushed a sprig of purple heather into my hand. My skin tingled at its touch. I remembered the heather that filled my living room a few days earlier.

Was she trying to help me?

Looking into her eyes, I saw strength, and wisdom. I looked back at the fading glow of the young gypsy girl and my heart began to ache.

“Don’t go!” I pleaded in a voice that didn’t sound like mine.

The smoking man appeared behind her, reaching out his arms, trying to hold her, but she was barely visible.

Laughter bubbled from behind me. It was nasty and malevolent. I turned around almost losing my balance, and looked upon pure evil, in the form of a man. Horns were all he needed to make him look like the devil itself. I knew he was long dead, I could see it in his eyes, but he looked strong. The smirk on his face was terrifying.

“You can’t help them, they’re my playthings.”

I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn’t open.

His laughter surrounded me.

“Every year they suffer. It’s what they deserve. He took her from me. He took her from the Romany way of life. Stole her. Common thief that he is.” He spat on the ground. The grass died around him and the air turned putrid. “I’m going to take you too. Every year I add a wonton creature like yourself to my collection. Young girls who fall under his spell, all too stupid to resist his pathetic charms. I get them all in the end.”

There was movement behind him. A dozen or more young girls huddled together. Some naked, all unhappy! Snatched from life and made to suffer by this evil, restless spirit. I didn’t want to be one of them.

“Why do you want me? Let me go. What good can I do?” I whispered, trying to sound brave.

“I don’t want you, I didn’t want any of these pathetic creatures,” as he spoke he turned around. They all cowered away from him. Could he still hurt them in death?

“I want her! I’ll give them all to him, in exchange for her. ”

I looked back at the fading light that was the beautiful young gypsy girl. I could barely see her now.

Another voice came from the darkness. I’d forgotten about the old woman.

“She’ll never be yours Luca. She didn’t love you.”

Her voice brought a look of fury to the ugly face. A bird fell to the ground at his feet.

“I didn’t want her love. I wanted her body! Love is nothing. I needed her beside me to bear my children.” His voice boomed like thunder. He smiled an awful smile and licked his lips, “I wanted to play with her a little too.”

“People like you should never be allowed to breed. If you’d given her a child it would have died in her womb.” The old girl cackled. Her voice was strong.

“I’d have torn it from her body before that happened.”

More birds fell to the ground behind him. I could smell fire. Maybe it was the fires of Hell. Somewhere close by a tree fell smoldering to the ground.

The heather I held tightly in my hand became so warm I wanted to drop it.

A voice from deep within my head whispered to me.

Make him angry now. Distract him! Let Mala escape. Let him focus his anger on you and me.

“I’m scared.” I answered. “He’ll kill me!”

A pain ripped through my skull.

“Be quiet you old Hag, I hear you”


Dead or Alive – she’s mine!

headlight in the darknessThe temperature dropped. Icy fingers tightened their grip on my heart.

“You’ll never have her. You couldn’t have her in life and she’s not yours in death. She was promised to me. She’s mine.”

Surely they’re not talking about me! I strained my eyes trying to see through the darkness. It was thick and dense, a black fog.

“You killed her!” The voice was harsh, evil.

“No, you did, you killed her when you messed with my brakes. You ended her life.” This voice was full of sadness and love.”

“You should have died alone. You took what was mine.” The evil voice boomed through the darkness. It scared me.

“Mala wasn’t a possession. She didn’t love you.” It was almost a whisper.

The darkness was penetrated by the sound of a horn. It was loud. Rushing towards me.

A single beam of light pierced the darkness from another direction.

A truck roared towards the crossroads. Oh God, slow down, won’t someone slow down. Screeching brakes and burning rubber filled the air.

The truck tried to stop.

The motorcycle swerved.

For a fleeting moment I saw the face of the beautiful gypsy girl riding behind the smoking man. She closed her eyes, and hugged him tight.

Her lips moved, “I love you.” I wondered if he heard.

The impact was deadly.

Then there was silence.

“Why am I here?”

The sound of my voice hung in the darkness.

The Icy Grip of Death!

I hit the ground hard. Gasping for breath I sat up. Help! Where am I. I heard the screeching of brakes and smelled burning rubber. Glass shattered. Where am I?

I was light-headed and my vision was blurry. A nebulous shadow hovered in front of me.

And then I saw smoke rings.

smoke rings

The smoking man looked down at me and smiled. I shivered as I felt his love overpower me.

“Its time to come with me. I’ve waited so long.”

He sad eyes filled with longing. This man’s life had ended a long time ago, but he couldn’t rest, he was waiting for someone. Surely he wasn’t waiting for me. I didn’t know him.

“I don’t know you. Why do you want me?”

I was cold, shivering, but I knew I was still alive and I wanted to stay that way. I tried to stand, but I was weak and oh so tired. Fight it, come on, fight it now.

The tinkling of bells seemed far away, but I heard them. Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, from where she comes, nobody knows…

The beautiful face of the young gypsy girl filled my thoughts. I smelled roses and lavender! My body was light. A tingling started in my chest and radiated through my body. It was a happy feeling. Can this be death? Am I dying? If I am I like it!

Then a dark oppressive presence overshadowed me. The tingling stopped. The smoking man looked behind me. Anger spread across his face and for the first time I heard him speak. His words were angry.

“Leave us be, its time to leave us be!”

Icy fingers surrounded my heart. It was more than fear, it was death!

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Am I Alive or am I Dead? Where am I?


Speeding through the darkness.

I see no one!

My body tingles with excitement.

Out of control!


A hand lightly touches my thigh. A cold hand.

Shivering, shaking, freezing.

Leaning forward I smell leather.

Someone pulls my hair?

Digs nails into my neck?

Screeching in my ear.

Who’s there?

Leave me alone.

I’m cold!

So very cold.

Getting colder.

Where am I?

Am I still alive?

Back from the Dead!

“Want to come round to my place?” I asked Mick.

“Are you going to play Nurse Maid and take care of me?” he said with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I can’t promise that, but at least you’ll have some company, for the weekend anyway.”

“I won’t be in the way will I?” he asked, more to Pete that me.

“No, we’re not an item, I’m just helping her out with something, you won’t be in the way.” Pete replied.

“There’s something weird going on isn’t there!”

“You know me Mick, always something going on.” I said and reached out my hand to him. “Come on, let’s get away from here.”

Mick made to stand, but took a deep breath and sat back down quickly.

“Ribs?” Pete asked.

“Yea, I’m sore!”

Pete put his arm around Mick, helping spread the weight, and we walked slowly back to the car. The field was emptying as the patients were taken elsewhere by ambulance.

“This could have been a lot worse,” I said, my voice breaking as I spoke. Pete just nodded.

“I hope some one is going to tell me what the hells going on,” Mick said, “because you obviously aren’t telling me everything.”

“When we get to my place,”

No one spoke as Pete drove us home. As we approached Richmond we heard loud music, the noise of the fair. Fire, I’ll teach you to burn!

Pete looked at me, “Not really the music I want to hear right now.”

“I heard that just before the explosion!” Mick piped up. “Unless I was hallucinating. It’s the Crazy World of Arthur Brown, isn’t it? Weird trippy music! Don’t like it much.”

As soon as I walked into my apartment I felt it. Exactly what “it” was I couldn’t explain, I just felt something.

Mick shivered, “It’s chilly in here, is there a window open?”

I walked into my bedroom, which was even colder. No windows open though. I gazed across to the market square, where the evening fun was in full swing. A ghostly haze hung over the town. Or was it my imagination?

“Do you guys want tea, or something stronger?”

“Something stronger!” They said in unison.

“OK, I need to pop down to the Off License. Anything in particular?”

“Maybe a six-pack of Special Brew and some Brandy.” Pete said, and Mick agreed. It had been a hell of a day.

They both gave me some money. “Fish and Chips too, I haven’t eaten today. I’m bloody starving.” Mick said.

I hesitated at the door.

Should I tell them how I felt about my apartment? Did they feel anything? Would they be okay?

Then I continued down the stairs. I wouldn’t be gone that long.

I stepped outside into a cloud of cigarette smoke, motorcycle fumes with a little leather mixed in. It was intoxicating.

Ohhh, I heard it through the Grapevine.

Marvin Gaye beckoned me and I turned and walked towards the fair.

The he sound of a motorcycle close by tantalized me. I could barely breathe.

I’m coming, wait for me!

Bells jingled with every step I made. Bells that decorated the hem of a gypsy skirt. The noise was coming from me. The smoking man appeared at the end of the street. Handsome and cool. He leaned against the wall, a crooked smile on his face. He lit another cigarette and blew smoke into the air. Without hesitation I ran towards him and fell into his arms. Nothing else in the whole world mattered. I was back with my love!

“Johnny,” I whispered, “I’ve waited so long.”

I climbed onto the back of his motorbike and we wound our way through the fair.

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Smoke Turns to Fire – I’ll Teach you to Burn!

Close to the hospital the smoke was dense. Neither of us spoke. Emergency vehicles were parked on either side of the road. Pete slammed on the brakes, almost hitting a police car, invisible until we were almost too close to stop.

“You can’t go any further mate! Only allowing ambulances and fire engines past this point.”

“My brother was in the hospital.” Pete lied.

“Park to the side and walk through. They’re treating everyone for smoke inhalation over in field behind the pub. The fires almost out. Its smoking bad though.” The cop pointed in the direction we needed to go.

This all started with smoke…

After a few steps I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “Did everyone get out okay?” I yelled back at the cop.

“Far as I know, haven’t heard of any fatalities. I think someone’s missing though.”

Please let Mick be safe!

We walked downhill to the field where nurses and doctors busied around patients. I couldn’t’ see Mick.

“Over there,” Pete said.

Mick sat alone on a pile of stones in the far corner of the field. When he saw us approach he smiled.

“Not my day is it?” he said.

I flung my arms around him and gave him a hug.

“Hey, careful, my ribs are a little sore from the fall.”

“What happened?” Pete asked.

“What, earlier when I almost fell to my death, or later when the hospital exploded?”

“The hospital!”

Mick looked me in the eye as he spoke. “The incinerator exploded apparently.”

“Anyone badly hurt?”

“The guy driving the ambulance is the only one with any serious injuries.”

“The nurse?” I asked.

“She’s fine, she took me to the examination room. Reggie, the driver, went off with the radio. Said he was going to throw it in the incinerator. Said it gave him the creeps. I swear I heard music coming from it as he walked away. That’s not possible is it?”

“Shit!” Pete said, “This is all my fault.”

“How can this be your fault, what’s going on? Was the radio a bomb or something? This isn’t an IRA issue is it? Do we need to talk to the Police?”

“No Mick, the Police couldn’t help with this.”

“Shh,” I said as I saw the nurse from this morning approach.

“You can take your friend home if you like, he’s fine. He’ll be better off at home than in this chaos.”

“How’s Reggie doing?” Mick asked.

“Reggie’s going to be fine!” she said, obviously relieved, “it looked worse that it actually is. His ankle is either sprained or broken, can’t tell till we get the results of the x-ray. There was a lot of blood from his head injury, but it’s not serious. Needed a couple of stitches, that’s all. He’s very lucky, the explosion must have thrown him a long way. Someone dragged him away from the flames. He’s in Catterick General until we know if his ankle needs surgery.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Mick said.

“Can we go and visit him?” I asked. I wanted to know what happened, he might have remembered something.

“Not today, pop in tomorrow if you want. Check with the hospital first though, if it’s just a sprain they’ll probably let him go home in the morning. We’re more worried about the other guy. We can’t find him.”
“What other guy?”

“Reggie kept mumbling about a young bloke in a leather jacket standing next to the incinerator. The firemen are looking for him now.”


Some where in the distance we heard music, weird music.

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