Gray
clouds fill the damp sky echoing the things to come. The heavy feeling squeezes at me, sending
shivers down my spine. The old stone
building is dank on the outside as I enter in the front door. A mixture of smells permeates the air within;
must and ale circulate as a hint of wood burning swirls light as feather.
The
old wooden floor is worn and shows scuff marks from a time long past. The few bar stools are taken up by the local
old man crowd as chattering can be heard from the other room. The stone walls give this place a somber
feeling. The rich woods do little to
warm the atmosphere. A solemn emotion washes over me with a hint of BEWARE.
One name circles within my mind, then a rush
of, tell them tell them, echoes inside my head. Confusion and apprehension cloud
all other senses as I carefully scan the room.
I feel as if I am being lead into the other room by an invisible hand
pulling me that direction. I don’t want
to move but it seems as if there is no other choice. My feet move forward carefully in a slow pace
as I take the whole scenery in and lock it away for recall later. There
are clear mug, reflecting light from overhead causing an amber glow. That is the last thing I notice before being drug off.
When
I enter the other room no one looks up. The women keep chattering about who
knows what and the men are smoking cigars and drinking some kind of beer. When I was beginning to get use to my new
surrounding everything changes from color to hues of grays, white, and black.
Apparitions
begin to mingle in amongst the living crowd.
They are full of life and full of themselves as they notice the
living. The female ghosts, if you will, less that politely plop their asses upon the living patrons laps laughing and
stroking one man’s ear, for being dead they sure are lively. They are drinking
it up and partying without remorse. Thoughts
flood my mind and I am more confused than I was in the first place.
Then
I see her. An apparition in a dark
purple satin shirt and long dark hair appears before my eyes. I notice her for everything else is void of
real color. A blonde with a black barrette
style hat joins her.
“Eh,
love tis about time ye joined us” as she says and wraps one arm around the blonde after
swatting her on the a*s.
“Feelin’
a bit cheeky are ye love?” is the blondes reply
They
go on chattering about this and that but I can't; follow the slang in the
conversation so I give trying. The next
think I know is I am being pulled outside to look at the front of the pub. Remember, look at it closely, and remember. Then the pubs name enters my mind. I try to reenter the pub but I can’t. The door won’t open. I am stuck outside in the grayness as bombs
begin to explode shaking the ground. I
am not affair for I know they can’t hurt me.
I pull on the door once more and am pushed inside by an unseen force.
The
ghosts are mingling with the living still.
Enjoying every second that passes.
My mind is in complete shock and while watching their interactions, I
come to the conclusion that the dead once worked at the pub but they sure weren’t
working tonight. Then the warning sounds
again, you need to tell him, you need to warn him. I scan my surroundings again and try to
remember as much as I can before departing.
What
does all the mean? I have no idea but I have this plaguing feeling that refuses
to leave; that I have to make him aware.
I ignore it for three days thinking that the dream, the emotions shall
pass but it keeps sounding within my being so I tell him. No reply to what I have said. Silence but at
least the overwhelming sensation finally starts to depart.