Afterlife Travels chapter one

This is a story about a deputy sheriff, who takes on a case beyond his understanding.

        Hi, I'm Mike Warr, and I want to tell you about the case that cost me my job as a deputy sheriff, and caused me to

spend 12 years of my life in the looney bin. The story I'm about to tell you is true to the best of  my knowledge, or at

least I think so. Hell, it's hard to think when you're so doped up! But, hey, I may have lost my job, credibility, and self-

respect, but at least I'm a published author.

        Well, anyways, it all started during (what I thought was a) routine case. I was 33 at the time; still young and cocky.

A bunch of middle age, and elderly people had packed up everything they own, and left, never to be seen again. They'd

all left on the same night. We thought it was a coincidence, until I was thumbing through the radio stations, late one

night. I'm a terrible insomniac, and sometimes I have to find creative ways of getting myself to sleep. I happened to be

searching through the A.M. frequency, hoping to find something to bore myself to sleep. I happened to find a bizarre

pirate radio station, 777.7 A.M. It was formerly known as KDIE, the Radio Station For the Dead, and the Divination

Station, where supposedly people who have crossed over can communicate with the living, to give them an idea of what

to expect in the Afterlife. No one knows for sure, because we all have our own personal afterlife, although some

people's destinies may overlap with others. They also do tarot readings, and daily horoscopes for people who have newly

crossed over, so there loved ones can be more at ease.

         I do recollect on the night of the disappearances, there was a broadcast. All the listeners of this station (45+up)

were to report to the building to meet their Afterlife Case Worker.

         The station soon went under investigation. That's when things really got weird. My partner and I went to the

location of the broadcast. The building was abandoned. All we found were twelve diaries, and six middle-eastern

looking pots. A female djinn (genie) with streaming black hair, a flowing purple gown, and bat wings appeared. "I am the Oracle of the Abyss. What do you seek to know?"

          "Enough of the parlor tricks," I said, "Who operates this place!"

          "The answers you seek will change your life forever. Turn back.'

           Another female djinn with reddish-black hair, a scarlet dress, and red feathery wings appeared. "Your mind is

too fragile to handle the truth."

           "O.K., Nice theatrics, I'm here with a  warrant to search the premises for the disappearance of the six couples

on the night of your broadcast."

           A female djinn with spiders crawling out of her silvery hair, clad in a bluish gray gown, appeared. "Last warning! The truth will drive you into madness!"

           As I reached for the handcuffs, I realized that my partner was no longer there. (I later found out that he had

taken off, and gone on a drinking binge. I guess he never really stopped) As I went to cuff the three females, they

vanished into a plume of smoke.

           A fourth djinn appeared. It was a female with flowing dark hair, dark eyes, a dark gown, spiderwebs across

her neck, and purple bat wings. 'I'll show you what you want of know," she said sharply, "but do not blame us if your

mind becomes damaged."

           Two more djinns appeared, but I didn't get a good luck at them. My eyes had become blurred by then. Each of

the djinns handed me two diaries.

           As I tagged the books for evidence, I chuckled to myself. "How am I going to explain this? The station is

operated by genies, because the dead can only physically manifest themselves once a year."