The Haunting Begins

christmas-bauble_2399692kChristmas came and went, so did my family. It was lovely having them to stay, but nice to see them leave. I dearly loved my parents, but its hard to see them age. Every time I wave goodbye at the airport, I wonder if I’ll ever see them again. I don’t want to get old. 

Taking down the Christmas decorations isn’t nearly as much fun as putting them up. I was cranky and not much fun to be around. Music helped a little.Why am I so sad?

If you won’t let me help you I’m going to the gym.”

I didn’t even answer, just waved as Les disappeared into the garage. I wiped my tears and blew my nose. Whats wrong with me?

Carefully I took the old ornaments from the tree, wrapping each one individually and carefully. These may be old tat to my mum, but to me they were heirlooms, passed down through generations. I wanted to pass them on to my children one day, if I ever had any. I’d never really given any thought to starting a family.

When the last of the antique baubles were carefully packed away I taped the lid onto the box. Another year gone! 

But you breathe, you have life and love. You’ll see your child grow up.”

Who said that?

The room felt cold. The sun disappeared behind a cloud. A gust of wind rattled the remaining dead leaves on the Aspen tree outside.

“Who said that?” My voice sounded strange and distant.

I picked up my cellphone, intending to call Les, but it had no signal. How could that be?

There was movement behind me on the Christmas tree. Scared of what I would see, I turned around slowly.

A single bauble drifted down through the branches and rested, without breaking, on the velvet tree skirt. I sighed with relief. It was just a bauble falling, why was I so jumpy?

How did I miss that? 

As I reached down to pick it up, it rolled away from me and settled on the hearth. Sunlight burst from behind the clouds and shone through the window, turning the bauble into a golden orb, so thin it was translucent. A face looked up at me from within, a sad face, smiling like the Mona Lisa. The face changed and the smile turned to a grimace. My beautiful antique bauble exploded and for a brief moment the face appeared again. This time distorted and then it was gone.

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Hey Shout Summertime Blues, Jump Up and Down in your Blue Suede Shoes – ROCK ON!

FairgroundCindy arrived mid-morning. “Still no Jan?” she asked.

“No, no phone calls either, maybe she’ll be in later.”

Cindy settled herself behind her desk. “You look tired, are you alright? You aren’t getting sick too are you?”

Shall I tell her about my dream? Will she think I’m losing my mind? I looked up, but she was already focusing on a computer print out, pencil in hand. The moment of confession passed by.

“I’m fine, just didn’t sleep well.”

“You ‘d better get as much sleep as you can tonight, the fair will be here by tomorrow. I don’t know which is worse, the noise they make setting everything up, or the blaring musing and screaming kids on the rides. I don’t know why they put it in the market place; it should be in a field out-of-town. It must damage the cobblestones.”

I smiled, “its tradition Cindy, the fair has been here over Whit Weekend for over a hundred years hasn’t it?”

“They didn’t have waltzers and dodgems over a hundred years ago though.”

Oh dear, she’s getting old! I hope I never get tired of things like the fair!

I put my head down and got on with my work. I don’t remember singing to myself; I don’t remember it at all. 

Hey kid rock and roll
Rock on, ooh my soul
Hey kid. boogey too, did ya
 

Hey shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Hey kid you rock and roll, rock on
 

And where do we go from here?
Which is a way that’s clear?

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean (James Dean)

“What is that song? I’ve heard it before. I really like it!”

I looked up to see Cindy staring at me. “What song?”

“The one you were just singing.”

Like a mist in my head, the tune hung there. I could hear it, but I didn’t know what it was. “I don’t know, I didn’t even realize I was singing.”

Then we both heard the song loud and clear. It came from outside.

And where do we go from here?
Which is a way that’s clear?

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
Jimmy Dean
Rock on

Rock on
Rock on
Rock on
Rock on…

I walked over to the window and looked out. The first of the huge lorries that would park in the market place and set up the equipment for the fair drove past. The music came from his open window. It was loud!

“Oh no, its starting! Peace and quiet shattered now.” Cindy said shaking her head.

I didn’t respond, I was too busy looking at the figure in black riding his motorbike behind the lorry. Was he looking back at me?

Hey kid rock and roll
Rock on, rock on
Hey shout, summertime blues
Rock on, rock on
Hey kid boogey too
Rock on, rock on
Hey kid rock and roll
Rock on, rock on

I was a child of the fifties and music ruled my life. Every memory comes with a tune. This is for those of you who remember David Essex when he was a young man. He melted my heart. This song still gives me the chills. 

The eighties were pretty good too! Dead of July is set in the eighties. 

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

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River of Death!

riverside bombThey walked down the back lane in silence oblivious of the danger close by. An unstable deadly bomb was being built by a man with an unstable deadly mind. He talked quietly as he worked. “I’ll get the bastards who killed you. I’ll get them, and their friends. They’ll be sorry.”

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“How dangerous is Colleen’s brother?” Lindsay asked.

“I don’t know. He was all right until his sister was killed. Now he’s lost all reason. John’s suffering too, but his grief is private and not vengeful. I hope John finds Patrick and takes him back to Ireland.”

“Michael, Patrick killed my friends didn’t he. He made the car bomb that blew up the disco!”

“I don’t know for sure. John and I followed him to a pub in Richmond that night. He said he was going to the club. He was drunk and sad. He didn’t make much sense, but we thought the worst that would happen was he’d start a fight. We planned to meet him and go with him, just to keep him out of trouble, but he got away from us. We arrived just a the shit hit the fan and the car outside exploded.”

“Did you see Patrick at the fire? Was he there?”

“No, that’s why I can’t talk to the cops yet. I don’t want them to arrest him. If they do he’ll never get away because all of the evidence points at him. What if it wasn’t him?”

“I know you want to believe he isn’t responsible, but who else could it be?”

“Colleen!” Michael said quietly.

“Oh come on, you don’t really believe that. Colleen is a restless spirit. She’s a figment of our troubled minds.”

“Lindsay, you saw her at the window. You’ve heard her voice.”

“Yes, but ghosts can’t make bombs!”

“Quiet! Did you hear that?”

Lindsay and Michael stood still and listened.

“Its John.” Michael said. He ran towards the sound of John’s voice. Lindsay followed reluctantly. As she ran, she heard another loud angry voice. There was a loud splash and then silence.

Lindsay froze, something was wrong. She turned and came face to face with her dead friend. Mel was no longer burned and disfigured, but the vibrant happy young girl that Lindsay had grown up with.

“Mel?”

The shadowy figure in front of her smiled and disappeared.

“MEL!” Dammit, I’m seeing things.

Lindsay set off after Michael again, but didn’t get far. There was an almighty explosion.  The ground shook, knocking off her feet, throwing her backwards into the old stone wall. She bounced off it like a rag doll, banging her head as she was flung precariously towards the river Swale. Lindsay grabbed at trees and clumps of grass to stop herself from falling into the water and finally made contact with a low hanging branch. She clung on for dear life, her toes dangling just above the river. Branches and leaves hurtled past her like missiles. Helpless and afraid, Lindsay clung to the branch and prayed.

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Dark Thoughts

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI’ve been a little off my game lately. It happens from time to time. It’s not a permanent thing. Life gets in the220px-Atrax_robustus way  of creativity. My brain has been a quagmire of problems, but its clearing. Dark thoughts are returning, thoughts that will fester into something evil. Thoughts that will overflow onto my keyboard as poisonous spiders. It won’t be long now!

Dead of July my first novel is available on Amazon and its full of Dark Thoughts and Evil!

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

 

Snatched back from Hell! – Dark Angel

Paul-Nulty-Lighting-Design-100W-Challenge-2014-2In the far corners of my mind someone called my name. I wanted to ignore it and sink into the rapturous comfort that tugged me ever downwards. My body tingled in anticipation of what awaited. The voice was insistent. “Lucy, fight it, it’s a trick. FIGHT, come back to me. Lucy, come back.”

Another voice goaded me. Lucy, come to me, don’t you feel good. Let me explore your mind and body, come to me now. The voice was erotic. Sparks of light flashed though my brain. I was gripped with excitement. “I’m coming.” I replied.

I was almost there, lost to reality, sinking in a world of pleasure and greed. I stopped. Jeff’s voice was distant now, hardly a whisper. Sinking, sinking, slowly, and then I stopped. A foul smell surrounded me, a smell of death and decay. I didn’t want to be here, something was wrong.

Almost there now, close your eyes and stay with me. The foul smell faded.

I heard wood splintering as my bedroom door burst open. My eyes refused to open, the air I breathed was dense. Finally, I forced my eyes open, I could barely see Jeff, even though he stood in front of me.

He pulled me from the bed, but cold invisible hands gripped me from behind, long nails digging into my flesh. Stay with me! I want you to stay with me forever, I’m not done with you, there’s a place for you with me.

Jeff was chanting again, I felt him getting stronger, my body started to rise as he lifted me into his arms and held me close. Everything faded away. I don’t know how much time passed, but I opened my eyes again to find myself lying on a bed of cushions in the middle of my living room floor, candles and incense burned all around me. Jeff sat on the sofa, a book open on his lap. His lips moved, but he read silently. Sensing I was awake, he looked at me and smiled. I was alarmed at the dark smudges beneath his eyes. This fight was killing him.

“Don’t move,” he said, “stay just where you are, you’re safe there.”

Shadows danced on the ceiling, taking shapes I didn’t want to see, so I closed my eyes. A voice close to me whispered.

I’ll keep you safe, I’m still here. That fool can’t steal you away from me. 

The foul smell returned briefly and then was gone. I opened my eyes again and “Jeff, whats going to happen to me? I can’t stay here forever.”

The door to my apartment opened slowly and a huge dark figure filled the opening. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what evil had come for me now. “Dear God please help us.” I whispered.

Dead of July

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

 

 

Seduced by Evil – Angel of Death

I barely slept that night. In fact I thought I might never sleep again. What was this creature that made me suffer? What did it want from me? Was I borderline evil, an easy challenge? Why me? I thought of Jeff lying on my sofa and felt safer with his presence, but I knew I was putting him in extreme danger and it wasn’t fair. I decided to ask him to leave the following day. Only one person should be put in harm’s way, me and me alone.

It was a long uncomfortable, sleepless night, and when morning finally came I was exhausted, but relieved. As soon as the first light of dawn streamed through a gap in my curtains I threw on some comfortable clothes and went into the living room. Jeff lay motionless on my sofa. Paranoid, I checked to make sure he was still breathing. He was! Next I called work and spoke to my boss “I need to stay home for a few days,” I said, “I have some personal issues I need to take care of.”

“Are you alright?” Sandra, my boss asked “You haven’t been the same since your dad died. Take as long as you need, you’ve had a hell of a year. Can I do anything to help?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be fine. I have to take care of this myself,” I said, but she knew me well and my voice gave me away.

“Do you want to come and stay with David and I?” she asked. “Or maybe you spend some time at your mum’s. It sounds like you need to be with someone.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to burden anyone else with my problems, I just need to be alone for a while. Thanks for being understanding, I’ll be in touch.”

“Only if you’re sure, but I will check…..”Before she finished her sentence the connection was broken and the temperature dropped quickly.

“Oh good, you’re staying home, now we can be along together. At last I can make you mine. Now get rid of the fool in the living room and give yourself to me.”

“Go to hell,” I said, and then I laughed, “No wait you’re already there aren’t you.”

The room got warmer again and I looked towards the sofa where Jeff stirred. He opened his eyes. As I walked towards him I felt new warmth radiating from him. This wasn’t the Jeff I used to know, this guy was different. I needed to find out what had happened to him before I sent him away.

“Want some coffee?” I asked as he swung his legs off the sofa.
“I’m starving he answered, I need more than coffee. Lets go out for breakfast.”

“Great idea. I’ll pay.” I said, wanting more than anything to get Jeff out of my house.

“I heard you call work, you’re not going in. I’m glad, we need to call Father Angelo and bring him here before it’s too late.”

I smiled, and thought No I’m not allowing Father Angelo into my house and I want you gone as soon as possible. I trembled and became irritated. I badly wanted Jeff out of my home, but. did I want him gone for his own safety? Or was the daemon influencing my decisions? Did she want him gone so she could have me to herself?

Oh Dear God, I can’t even trust myself now, I thought.

I looked at Jeff, his eyes seemed to see right through me.

“Lucy, fight it, don’t let it win. You need me and you need Father Angelo, don’t push us away.”

I turned my back on him and closed my eyes. A sweet voice whispered in my ear. “We can have fun together you and me. So much fun.”

I giggled and answered with my mind “Yes I think we can.” 

I walked into my bedroom and shut the door. The shadow on the far wall moved towards me. I’m not sure if it was male or female, but it made me feel good. A cool breeze caressed my body as I fell onto my bed.

Jeff was hammering on the door, but I ignored him as I sank into another world.

 

 

 

Father Angelo – A Legend

rosary_000006881748_465x288_110609_t620There was a welcome silence in my apartment, but it made me nervous. Were we really alone, or was an invisible, uninvited guest watching us, waiting for the right moment to strike again. Jeff stirred, his eyes flickered open and he smiled weakly. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

“Don’t speak, just rest, you’re exhausted.”

Jeff smiled and closed his eyes. I moved gently from the sofa, resting his head on a cushion as I did so. I found a blanket and covered him. He looked so pale. Overcome by emotion, I bent down and kissed his forehead. Was this really the hippie that wandered the country roads after dark? The phone rang and grabbed it quickly, not wanting to disturb my sleeping savior.

“Lucy have you heard what happened to the Vicar?” It was my mum, full of news. “I think he’s going to be alright, but he was run over, he’s in the hospital.”

“I’m sorry to hear that mum,” I said, not wanting her to know he was coming to visit me when it happened, “I’ll stop by and see him if you like, take him some books and…..” My mum didn’t let me finish,

“Something else is going on too, there is a priest from Newcastle here, he’s got quite the reputation, he’s staying in the Vicarage.”

My mum was all of a twitter.

“What sort of reputation? Why are you so excited?”

“He has a reputation for performing exorcism’s. Your dad read about him once in the Sunday paper. He’s supposed to be the real deal. Someone around here has an unwanted visitor. I wonder who it is.”

“He could just be here for a change of scenery, maybe he’s having a little vacation in North Yorkshire.”

She paid no attention to me and had already made up her mind he was here to work, “I’ll bet it’s The Grange, there’s been talk it was haunted. Or maybe the old cottages at the back of the church, you know, where that drunk died when he fell and hit his head.”

My mum’s excitement was contagious. It lifted my spirits a little. If anyone needed an exorcist, it was me. I didn’t tell my mum that of course, instead I said, “Well I’m sure you’ll find out eventually.”

I saw Jeff begin to stir, “Mum, I have to go, I have something on the stove. Call me when you have the scoop on the Exorcist.”

“I will, good night pet.”

“Night mum, love you.”

Jeff sat up, “Exorcist?” he said.

I sat down next to him. “Yes, apparently a priest from Newcastle has moved into the Vicarage, my mum seems to think he’s here to perform an exorcism.”

“Father Angelo!” Jeff said. “We need to talk to him.”

I am having fun with this story, it brings back memories of a small country village in North Yorkshire, the village in which I was raised. I also spent a few years in Germany, which prompted me to write a Ghost Story set in Dortmund. 

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Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

 

Dark Angel – The Chant

Indian ChantWhen Jeff got back from the hospital he found me sitting on the sofa in the darkness, still looking at the bottle of wine.

“You don’t like to drink alone then?” he asked.

“I did drink alone, this is the second bottle,” I said.

He came and sat down beside me, and put his arms around me, hugging me gently as though I might break. “None of this is your fault.”

“How can you say that?” I sobbed. “I was spared, while a man was allowed to die. My dad is dead. Reverend Laybourn just wanted to help me and now he’s in hospital. He’s still alive isn’t he? Please tell me he’s still alive.”

“Yes he’s going to be fine; he has God on his side remember. He’s shaken, and has a fractured wrist from his fall, but he’ll live to preach another day.”

“He looked awful when you went down to him. I was sure he was going to die.”

“He was in shock, that’s all. I should have stayed here with you instead of going to the hospital. You look worse than the Reverend.”

Jeff got a glass and poured himself some wine.

“She visited me while you were gone, she’s not finished with me yet, I’m scared. What can I do? How can I end this? Who is she going to turn on next? It could be you, it could be my mum. I’m the one that should be suffering, no one else.”

“Lucy, you are suffering. Look at you. Don’t give up, we need to stop this. If we let her win, she’ll move on to someone else and this awful nightmare will start all over again. More people will suffer. She needs to be stopped.”

The room temperature dropped again.

“Try and stop me if you dare. You are weak pathetic humans who pray to a weak ineffective god. You have no chance. I am everything, I am everywhere. I toy with you because I can, because I want to. It pleasures me. When I’m done with you I’ll cast you aside and you’ll beg me to take you back.”

I felt her hands on me again. She touched and prodded as though she were looking for something. I felt coldness surround my heart.

“Ahhhhh, it still beats, it beats for me.” she hissed.

There was pressure on my chest, and then, to my horror, I felt her lips on mine and her breath in my mouth.

“Jeff!” I screamed. “Help me.”

My glass exploded as the water that filled it turned to ice. Cold fingers grasped my ankles and I was pulled to the floor. Jeff grabbed me around the waist, pulling me back to him as began to chant  a prayer I’d never heard in a language I didn’t recognize.

“What is that noise? Stop! It pains my ears.”

The grip on my ankles was released briefly, and then got tighter.

“Your stupid Native American spells don’t hurt me. They won’t help you neither.”

Jeff kept hold of me and continued to chant. I heard my name mixed in with words that had no meaning. The grip on my ankles eased slightly and I used my elbows to lever myself off the floor and back onto the sofa, kicking hard at the invisible force that held me. The room grew warmer.

“I’m not done yet, I’ll be back when you don’t expect me. You owe me girl, and I’m going to collect. I’ll take you slowly. When you have suffered more than you ever thought you could, I’ll take you for my own. I’ll enjoy you.”

There was a deep sigh and then silence. Jeff was pale and exhausted. I put my arms around him.

“You saved my life.” I told him.

He slumped in my arms, unable to speak. I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but it had sapped his energy.

I held him close and picked up the glass of wine he’d been drinking. I finished it in one gulp.

I owed my life to this man. I hope he didn’t have to pay with his own.

 

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Dead of July – A German Ghost Story 

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

 

 

 

I love you Dad – I want to be with you.

shadows“Get away from me,” I cried.

Shadows moved around the room with ever-changing shapes. It was cold, so very cold. Surrounded by evil laughter and whispers, I sank to my knees and buried my head in my hands, preparing to die.

“Take me if you must, take my life, but stop hurting the people I love.”

A voice that must be a thousand years old spoke from thin air. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”

I clung to my clothes, which I felt were being tugged from my body. “In the name of Jesus Christ, please leave me alone.”

“Jesus can’t save you now, anyway you don’t even believe in him. When you die, you’ll join me, I’m preparing you. You will be my new apprentice, my new toy. I think you’re almost ready. When I take you, it will be spectacular.”

The laughter faded and the room warmed up. When she takes me? Her apprentice?

What the hell was I dealing with? All I’d seen was a dark angel with evil eyes. I still wondered if she was part of my imagination. Did my accident and my coma cause brain damage? I hoped Jeff would come back soon, I didn’t want to put him in harm’s way, but I needed him badly. I opened another bottle of wine, knowing I shouldn’t, but wanting to drink my way into oblivion.

Lucy, Lucy, don’t drink anymore.”

Where did that sound come from? I went to the window and looked outside. The street was empty.

Don’t drink, be strong, and fight back.”

Although the voice was distorted it was my father who spoke to me. Looking at his photo on the mantel, I took a deep breath and put down my glass.

“You can fight this, trust me, your mum needs you, don’t leave her, it would destroy her. Fight back.”

“Dad I love you,” I sobbed “I want to be with you.”

No, believe me,  you don’t want to be here!”

The temperature dropped again and an awful bone chilling noise shook the house. Surely it came from the bowels of the earth.

“Dad!” I yelled, but he was gone.

“Don’t you dare hurt him anymore, leave him be.” I screamed.

I pulled my clothes tightly around me, trying to stay warm. “I’ll do whatever you want, just leave my dad alone. Let him rest in peace.”

The shadows disappeared and the room began to warm up. I sat motionless on the sofa, afraid to move, terrified of what my dad suffered even after death.

 

Lucy suffers in this story, but in Dead of July , Sheila, a young British Army wife struggles with evil. Also available on Smashwords.

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson