Pub Adventure

read it and tell me what you think. Thinking of making this quite a bit longer, a book actually

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.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting story. I like the old building. You can feel the ghost and hidden mystery in the old places. I like how you led me into the Pub. The description create a vision of people and a good place for people to gather. I like the ending. Gave a good ending to a excellent story.
Coyote

[Jack Isaac]

Some say the ghost realm is just another physical realm loosly connected to our. Some are oblivious to this; others are more connected, sometimes to a tangible T. This story well describes what it might be like to be connected, yup, it puts you right in there. :) Your opening line is poetic with a perfect foreshadow, yet in my opinion (IMO) does not draw the reader in. There needs to be an impact verb, for example, "Listen! Hear the echoes of things to come as gray clouds fill this hazy sky"...IMO... In any case, this story delivers exactly what it promises, an allure of ghosts. Nice work.

[Jeremy Baker]

This definitely deserves to be explored and its threads teased out. A short novel would not be out of the question. I'm hooked!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Interesting and much of a mystery... I feel this can continue ... enjoyed reading this story.

Chloe

[Reaper]

very nice. good job

[Tina Kline]

Very well written. Nothing boring or slow in this story. I enjoyed reading this.

[Jibey]

Vivid and real.. the nightmare elements dancing their taunting jigs around our confusions...

[Jordan's Back]

Nice!!!

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an intriguing read..very ambiguous - not sure if she's drugged or dreaming or both..not that it detracts from the story - I think you have a story here which could be expanded, with characters yet to be revealed - I would have liked more descriptions of the people (ghosts) you touch on how they look, speak, think you could expand on this more..got the feeling of an old east end pub but would have liked to have known where I was so that I can create your words in my mind..otherwise you have a wonderful start here.

[Larry Dyson]

reminds Me of the WOman with blue eyes.. I wrote ..in just that it is about ghosts..and how it is mind altering to put my mind around it.