Chapter Three: Ghost

Chapter Three: Ghosts

The bodies were later found in the back of the alley. John’s body was ripped opened. And the other body that we found out was his life partner, Steve, had the bullet hole in the head which I had done. I figured a third person must have been there to move the bodies and to eat John’s body, maybe to get enough energy to escape.

When I try to ask the higher ups on being allowed to stay on the case and investigate more, I get blocked. I become obsessed with what happened that night. I don’t get why ghouls would start eating living people. You would think they would avoid being caught at all costs so they wouldn’t be found out. Sticking to their normal diet of dead bodies would be safer. But maybe that old taste made them change.

I also become obsessed with all other weird and maybe supernatural cases. I look for patterns or anything so I find out what else is real or not. I put in a request for records that are cold cases or just very brutal cases. I have a buddy named Hector who works in the record room. I quickly find a case that interests me. It’s the case of the murders of the Robinson family. The family was made up of the father, his new wife and a son. The Robinson family was asleep in their home where they were brutally murdered, only leaving their one son still alive. There no sign of someone breaking in or any weapon used. The surviving son, Roger, was found alone in the house, hiding under his covers. When the officers found him, he was scared and was nearly insane. All he could manage to do or say was to scream out one word:

“Ghost!”

            After I did some research on the house and past residents, it fit the legendary and lore of ghosts. The house was a scene of an old and brutal murder, where a husband butchered his wife. She must have been the restless spirit. I looked in other records and saw that Mr. Robinson had a few violence calls to his place from his ex-wife. The cops assigned to the case just threw it into the unsolved pile and walked away. I decided to visit the young boy alone. He was only 6, around my daughter’s age. Maybe I had a chance to connect with him and could find out what he saw. I went to where he was now located at, in the minimum security ward of the mental asylum. He was put there because of the non-stop screaming and a ton of crying. I make the trip there and use my access to get to visit him. I enter his room. He’s crying then he screams at me.

“Ghost”

I simply reply, “I believe you.”

He stops crying and looks at me, “you do?”

“Yes, tell me what happened and what exactly you saw.”

“A ghost came into my room. I thought it was my mommy. But she was so white. And it was inside but my door was closed. I was so scared. It came towards me, and I pushed my coat rack down to stop it. It went towards me again then it disappeared. Then I heard screams from my parent’s room. Then I cried till the cops came. And I have been here ever since.”

As he finishes his story, he starts crying again.

“I believe you.” I placed my hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“Will you stop it?”

“Yes, I will.”

I go home to research more about ghosts and how to get rid of them. Other than being spirits of dead people, I didn’t know much else. I find out that burning the remains or some kind of DNA of the spirit will kill destroy it. Well no body was found in the police report. But I noticed they didn’t check the basement, lazy police work of the 1950’s in its finest. Must be there, well I sure damn hope so. I also found out that ghosts can’t stand salt and iron. Really? Salt? Ok, I’ll bring some but that seems false. I pack a bag of salt, my iron fireplace poker, flashlight, lighter fluid and my lighter. I put some salt in my pocket too. I head out.

I arrive at the Robinson’s house. Police trap still covering the door. I slip in through the unlocked window. I head to the kid’s room. The room looks pretty normal. I notice the fallen hat rack. It’s made of iron, that’s why the kid was safe. I head downstairs to the basement. It is pitch black so I pull out my flashlight. I look around, pretty spooky. Cement floor, great there goes my idea. Wait! There is a patch of ground is down here. I look for a shovel.

I find one hanging next to a few other tools. It’s extremely old, but it will work. I dig at the open patch of earth. I dig and dig. There it is a bunch of bones. I pour some lighter fluid on the bones. I start up the lighter. The flames lights up the room and relives a pale woman in the corner. She stares at me. I go to throw the lighter at the bones but she throws me against the wall. The lighter closes and falls by the hole. I struggle to move. She gets closer to me. I can feel the coldness that she gives off. I reach in my pocket and I manage to toss some salt at her. She fades away for a few seconds. I feel her pressure release me and I crash to the floor. I crawl on the ground to my bag.

I grab the iron fireplace poker. She reappears in front of me and I swing the iron poker. She disappears again. I lunge towards the hole I dug. I light the lighter again and I throw it in the hole. She appears again and grabs me. She’s just about to punch me in the chest but the flames inside take hold of the bones. She drops me and she starts to burn. A few seconds later, she is gone. I sit there for a bit half scared and half happy. I can’t believe ghosts are real. What else is real? I kind of like finding and killing them. Especially after I just kicked this ghost’s a*s.

I clean up the place so no one knows I was there. I walk outside and head to my car. I load my bag in the back. Now it’s time to somehow get that kid out the mental asylum. I decide to go tomorrow because today’s visiting hours are closed. Plus today has been crazy and tiring. I get in my car and head home, just remembering it’s my weekend with my daughter, Lilly.

Unknowingly to Colt, when he pulled away from the Robinson’s house, so did Chip’s car.

Reviews

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

Read through the story again and make sure all of your verb tenses agree. They switch a lot, and it makes the story seem more sloppy and difficult to read. Also, more descriptions would help. This is kind of the "bare bones" of the story--not much personal life or a flowing plotline with consistent characters (except for the mentions of Chip and Lilly at the end), just telling about what happens on his cases...at least so far; I guess I'm only on Chapter 3 so that's a premature judgment.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the storyline and the characters in this tale. A very good chapter. I like the thoughts and reaction to the night before. I will come back in a few days and finish the story. I'm on my four days of work. 12 hour each night. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote

[Laura Storm]

Really good I'm kinda a silent reader cause I get sucked into stories like this so sorry if I don't coment often I'll try to but anyways its really good though I am wondering when lilly is gonna play in hopefully soon!

Good chapter. You develop the story very well. Proofread for verb tense. Mostly you are writing in a journal or reciting from memory way. Every so often you jump to past tense. That can be confusing.

[Kathryn]

I'm really liking hwo this is unfolding, but maybe yo could elaborate a little on the lore you insert, or give it up in scraps to leave the reader begging for more. Just a thought, and this is absolutely brilliant.

[ErinLovesYou<3]

I enjoy the plot of your story, its something I would read. You should try using more imagery and poignant, (emotions; fear, hurt, regret?) in your writing. Try using some cliffhangers too! Make it more suspenseful, leave the reader craving more!

[brenda]

ok keep on going with the misteryousness and the crepiness !!