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THE GHOST OF BECKNALL HALL. BY CASSANDRA ANNE MORRISON Carla, Lady Summersby, had never believed in ghosts. As a matter of fact, she didn? t believe in much of anything. Not in ghosts, goblins, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Loch Ness Monster, or the theory of Atlantis. (As to God, she was, at the moment this story begins, undecided? but leaning towards the negative). So the happenings which began on her wedding night which she and her husband, Sir Roderick, spent in his ancestral home came as something of a surprise to her. Everything seemed normal AT FIRST, but then, as the clock approached midnight, an oddly glowing mist began to emanate from one of the old paintings in the Portrait Gallery on the third floor. Slowly, very, very slowly the separate streams began to coalesce and to condense until they formed one large glowing mass which never QUITE attained human form but which occasionally manifested just the faintest suggestion of one as it writhed and coiled and twisted in some unholy internal agitation or torment. But always and always, in the upper part of the smoky mass there were two glowing icy blue orbs like eyes. It struggled with itself for awhile and then, deliberately, purposefully, it began to move down the gallery towards the stairs and the bedrooms below. ********************************************************** Sir Richard Sterling, Deputy Commissioner of Police was sleeping peacefully when the telephone by his bed began to jangle insistently. His right hand shot out from under the bedclothes, grabbed the receiver, and disappeared once more underneath the covers. ?This had better be good,? he said, his voice rather muffled. There were a few moments of silence to which his wife, Lady Susan, listened nervously, then. ?WHAT???? he said. ?NONSENSE, man! Oh, very well?tell Lady Carla that I will be out at once! Right!? his hand shot out from the bedclothes once more and slammed the phone back onto the receiver. ?What is it, dear?? asked Lady Susan, as her husband?s mustached countenance appeared from underneath the covers. ?Something strange going on at Becknall Hall,? he said, as he reached for his trousers. ?Sergeant Raven wasn?t too clear?man seems to think it is ghosts. GHOSTS! ? ?Well, dear.? Lady Susan said pacifically. ?Many people believe in?.? ?Ridiculous, Susan!? he interrupted. ?Mean to say, this is the Twenty-First Century, after all!? ?I realize that, darling,? she said. ?Nevertheless?.? ?Someone?s playing tricks,? he said. ?That?s what it is!? ?What about Sir Roderick?? she asked. ?Did Raven say what he made of it all?? Her husband paused, his hand on their bedroom door. ?Sir Roderick,? he said heavily, ?is in a coma. Not expected to recover, according to Dr. Gregson.? ?My God!? cried Susan, clutching the covers to her throat in her agitation. ?What happened to him?? ?Apparently the ghost attacked him. Don?t wait up for me, Susan?no idea when I?ll be back.? And, with that, he left, slamming the bedroom door behind him. ?Ghosts!? she heard him muttering. ?Stuff and nonsense!? ********************************************************** ?Where?s my toothbrush?? I demanded. Cathy, my secretary looked at me in some surprise. ?Why would you want a toothbrush?? she demanded. ?Very funny,? I snarled. ?I?m trying to get the stains out of this sink?the British have no understanding of cleanliness!? ?It is not stained,? Cathy advised me. ?It is intended to be gray.? I stared at her. ?You?re kidding! Who wants a gray sink?? ?The owners of the Grayhaven Hotel, apparently,? she responded. ?Hmmmm. Goes with the ambience, you mean?? Cathy looked at the gray walls, the gray floors, and the gray furniture. ?That would be my guess,? she said, handing me a grayish towel. ?Just a shot in the dark.? Just then the lead gray telephone began ringing. ?Room 221,? Cathy said into the receiver. ?Yes this is Ms. Morrison?s room. Yes the Private TS Investigator who? s been on all the chat shows. Who wants to see her? Who?s Sir Richard Sterling? Oh, Scotland Yard?yes I HAVE heard of Scotland Yard. Yes, certainly, Sir Richard can come up. Are we being arrested, do you know? Oh?he wants a consultation. Certainly. Right away.? She turned to me. ?Sir Richard?? she began. ?I heard! I heard!? I said irritably. ?Where?s my dress?? ?On the floor where you left it last night, I don?t doubt.? ?That?s the trouble with these English hotels,? I groused. ?The maid service sucks!? ?Well, if you leave a sign on the door saying things like ?Beware of the Mastiff? and ?Trespassers Will Be Shot?you have to expect a certain lack of enthusiasm on the part of the housekeeping staff,? Cathy pointed out reasonably. ?I suppose so,? I said, pulling my dress over my head as three loud knocks sounded at the door. ?Would you like me to answer that?? Cathy asked. ?If you wouldn?t mind,? I snarled, digging in the closet for a pair of shoes. ?I would.? Cathy walked out of the bedroom and I heard the door opening. ?Good afternoon, Miss,? a clipped British accent rapped. ?I am Sir Richard Sterling, Scotland Yard, you know. Are you??? ?No,? Cathy replied. ?I am not Cassandra Morrison, world famous Private TS Investigator?I?m Cathy Vegas?her secretary.? ?Oh, ah! Is?er?is Miss Morrison receiving, then?? ?Huh?? ?Is she IN?? ?Oh, yes, she?s in. Please have a seat, Sir Richard; I?m sure she will be with you shortly.? ?Ah! Thank you, Miss! Er?are these your shoes, Miss?? ?No,? said Cathy. ?But I will take care of them for you.? A few seconds later the shoes for which I had been searching came flying through the bedroom door. I grabbed them off the floor, stuck them on my feet, and stepped into the next room. ?Please don? t get up, Sir Richard!? I said as the middle-aged mustached man with the iron-gray hair and the most piercing black eyes I had ever seen made a motion as though to arise. ?I am Cassandra Morrison? how may I assist you?? Sir Richard cleared his throat. ?It?s?er?well?it?s this way, Miss Morrison?I am not exactly here off my own hook. It? s more in the nature of a favour to a friend, you see.? I nodded, rummaging over the contents of the table to find a cigarette. ?Go on, I said encouragingly. ?Yes, an old friend of mine is in some difficulty and has requested that I call you in for consultation. I don?t hold with Private Investigators (TS or otherwise) but Carla ?er? .LADY Carla I should say, is a difficult woman to reason with.? ?Fine,? I said. ?You don?t like me and I don?t like stuffed shirts from Scotland Yard. All the same, your friend seems to think I may be able to help and you (though you won?t admit it) are hoping the same thing? otherwise you wouldn?t be here no matter HOW insistent the Lady Carla was. This means, in the words of countless pulp thrillers ?Scotland Yard is Baffled!?Okay, tell me the facts of the case.? I finally found my cigarettes and lit one as Sir Roderick began his narrative: ?It all began two nights ago,? he said, pulling his meerschaum from his pocket and, after glancing at me and receiving a nod of assent, packing and lighting it, ? at Becknall Hall, the ancestral home of the Summersbys whose family goes back to the days of William the Conqueror.? Here I glanced at Cathy. ?1066,? she said. ?The Battle of Hastings and all that, when the Normans conquered the Saxons.? ?Ah,? I said. Sir Richard was nodding. ?Exactly right,? he said. ?As a matter of fact, it was at that battle that Sir Gervase Summersby was knighted by William himself and received Becknall as his holding from the King. The only problem was, of course, that the Manor House, which was then more of a small castle, (it has been extensively remodeled during the intervening centuries, you understand, though the core of the house remains as it then was) already belonged to a Saxon Lord named Acwellan* and his wife, the Lady Elswyth (who was rumored? perhaps because of her name?to have Elven blood).* ___________________ *Acwellan means ?Killer? and Elswyth means ?Elf from the Willow Trees Sir Richard? s eyes misted over as his narrative carried him back to that October day in 1066 when the struggle between Harold II, the Saxon King, and Duke William of Normandy decided the future of England. ?I shall not waste either your time or mine,? he said, ? with the details of that historic struggle. The fame and fortune of the Courtenays, the Montagus, the Mandevilles and the Pomeroys---the Devereauxs and the Disneys was assured by their victory there over the Saxon troops. Suffice it to say that young Gervase Summersby was a young and new-made knight who had signed on with William because he was, as most young men are, in search of adventure and undying fame. Well, Miss Morrison? Miss Vegas, the Normans won the day (as they say) and Saxon rule was forever ended in these isles. And when William had time to reward those who had distinguished themselves in the battle, no name shone brighter than that of young Gervase de la Isles du ete (later anglicized to Summersby) ?? I looked at Cathy, my eyes glazing over in that way they do when someone supplies me with WAY too much information. ??? I looked. ??French,? she said. ?Means Gervase of the Summer Islands.? ?!? ?M?yes,? said Sir Richard. ?Well, as I was saying?young Gervase had fought most valiantly and his reward from the King was the Holding of Becknall? if he was able to take it and keep it in the name of his King. According to the legend Gervase had no trouble doing that?he and his troops descended on Becknall just as the moon rose and massacred the inhabitants who had no warning that a Norman force was anywhere in the neighborhood. Gervase himself, it is said, slew both Acwellan and his bride while they lay in bed,? ?Your Sir Gervase doesn?t sound very valiant to me,? I said, lighting another cigarette. Sir Richard puffed thoughtfully for a second. ?Different days, different customs, Miss,? he said briefly. ? At any rate, that is supposed to be the source of the haunting that afflicts Becknall Hall.? ?Now wait a minute!? I objected. ?If this is becoming a ghost story you?ll have to excuse me. As the Immortal Sherlock Holmes once remarked: ? This agency stands flat-footed upon the ground, and there it must remain. The world is big enough for us. No ghosts need apply.??* ________________ *Holmes DID, in fact, say that (in response to a letter from Morrison, Morrison and Dodd ?re: vampires? in ?The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire.? You will find it in THE CASEBOOK OF SHERLOCK HOLMES by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. ?I won?t say that I don?t agree with you, Miss,? Sir Richard responded, giving us just a flash of a wintry smile. ? But, in fairness to Lady Carla, perhaps you will allow me to give you the facts before you make your decision?? ?Oh, very well!? I said, as ungraciously as possible. ?Proceed, if you must!? Sir Richard?s eyes glinted with suppressed anger, but no hint of it showed in his voice as he continued. ?Two days ago, now, Sir Roderick and Lady Carla were married at St. Stephen?s?.? ?Yes,? Cathy interrupted. ?I remember seeing the notice in the Times.? ?No doubt, Miss, Sir Roderick?s family is, as I have already told you, a very old and a very highly honored one, so naturally the press takes notice of events in their lives. At any rate, that night they returned to Becknall Hall?.? ?What?? said I. ?No honeymoon in the South of France or anything of that kind?? ?I believe something of the sort was planned for the next day,? Sir Richard responded dryly. ?However, it is a tradition with the Summersbys that the Wedding Night be spent in the Ancestral home.? ?Ah,? I said. ?The ritual deflowering of the virgin among the mosses of the old manse.? Sir Richard coughed, but otherwise took no notice of my off-color remark. ?Well, that night they turned in rather earlier than was Sir Roderick?s custom?.? ?I?ll bet they did.? ?And by midnight the house was quiet?.? ??Not a creature was stirring?.?? ?Look here!? Sir Richard cried, suddenly leaping out of his chair. ?If you are willing to listen, well and good?otherwise I?ll be going along!? I jumped up also. ?I apologize, Sir Richard,? said I, laying my hand upon his arm. ? I have a somewhat singular sense of humor which tends to break out at the most unfortunate times?as my secretary here could tell you.? ?Indeed, yes,? Cathy responded. ?Just the other day she?.? ?Please sit down and continue your account, I am all attention, I do assure you.? Sir Richard, looking rather mollified, sat down once more and continued his narrative. ? All this is, of course, from Carla?s account,? he said. ?Sir Roderick is in a coma and consequently unable either to confirm or deny any of this.? I nodded. ?I understand,? said I. ?Please go on.? ?It was just midnight when their bedroom door flew open with a loud crash which instantly awakened them both, and there, in the doorway, was a sort of glowing white mist with ice-blue eyes. It writhed and twisted upon itself in the most extraordinary way and then began floating towards the bed.? ?JESUS!? said Cathy. ?What did they do?? Carla says they were too frozen with shock and fright to do anything? then she became aware that her husband was muttering something to himself over and over again. His voice was too low for her to really make out the words but they sounded something like ?billower?billower?over and over. And, indeed, the thing (whatever it was) WAS surging and billowing towards them! Suddenly her husband gave vent to a loud shriek and leaped from the bed but, before he could make a move either to defend himself, attack the thing , or just run, it ENVELOPED him! At that point she says she fainted? only to awaken sometime later to find the thing gone and her husband unconscious on the floor by the bed. She immediately rang for help with the end result that a Deputy-Commissioner of Scotland Yard must beg help from a Private Investigator who is, among other things?AMERICAN!? ?Just so!? said I. ?Well, I can?t help that, Sir Richard. But your case does present some interesting points. I?ll tell you what?give my secretary and me three quarters of an hour or so to make our preparations and then you may drive us down to Becknall Hall.? **************************************************************** As soon as the door had closed behind Sir Richard, Cathy turned to me with flashing eyes. ?What was the big IDEA?? she demanded. ?What do you mean?? I asked as I began tossing clothes into one of the suitcases I had just hauled out of the closet. ?I hope the Summersbys? s have the decency to have white porcelain in their bathrooms,? I muttered. ?Don?t play innocent with me, Cassandra Anne!? Cathy said, ?You know darned well what I mean. You were so rude you practically drove him off before we?d even heard the case! What was THAT about?? ?It?s obvious,? I replied. ?Or should be?if a man of Sir Richard?s standing and demeanor would tolerate such rudeness from a (you ?ll excuse the expression) ?bloody Colonial?then he must have an excellent reason for doing so. Well, he DID.? ?Oh!? Cathy said. ?So that?s how you deduced that the police were unable to solve the case!? Smilingly I shook my head. ?Not only that,? I said. ?What else?? ?He?s in love with Lady Carla,? I replied. ?Now how do you make that out?? ?Didn?t you notice how he kept omitting her honorific?clear proof that they are on at least friendly terms?? ?He said as much himself. What makes you think he?s in love with her?? ?The fact that she hasn?t been arrested,? I replied. ?Can you imagine any Modern Day Commissioner of Police accepting such a wild tale at face value? No, my dear Cathy?if he hasn? t arrested her then he has feelings for her that go far beyond friendship. A friend would, in all probability, advise her to come up with a better story STAT?a lover?but you?d better get packed.? ?You wish me to come along?? ?Of course, if you?ve nothing better to do. I always find our conversations extremely stimulating.? ?You just want someone to play Watson to your Sherlock Holmes!? ?Mais non! Mais non, Mon ami! It is that you are ze Hastings to my Hercule Poirot!? ?Uh huh,? she said, hastily throwing toilet articles into a cosmetics case. ?And what do your little gray cells tell you?? ?They tell me, mon ami Hastings-Vegas, that before this case is over, I?even I, the inimitable Hercule Morrison shall be tested to the limit! Now come, we have no time to lose and we have, still, quite a journey before us!? ************************************************************** EXCERPT FROM THE DIARY OF CATHY VEGAS (Kept in shorthand) It was late in the afternoon when Sir Richard?s Bentley made the turn into the long drive that led to Becknall Hall. Situated in the heart of Devon, the place was the very image of the English Country House so familiar to Cassandra and myself (and probably to you who read this, as well) from countless novels and films. The house was not far from Tavistock, the largest of the towns in West Devon (in fact, the river Tavy?s course passed through the Summersby estate on the West). The 16 mile drive north from Devonport where the 12:30 train from Paddington Station had released us after some four hours had been highly enjoyable. At least, to me, though I sensed Cassandra?s impatience to reach the scene of the? what could one call it? Accident? Or a deliberate attack? Had a crime been committed? Or was it possible that a vengeful ghost had really attacked Sir Roderick on his wedding night? As the car approached that ancient dwelling place, home to the Summersbys since the days of William I of England I almost believed it possible. There was a strange feeling of chill in the air for all that the sun was shining and the house seemed to my eyes to be dark and forbidding. As we pulled up before the house I beheld a uniformed constable standing on the steps, evidently awaiting our arrival. ?Good evening, sir,? he said , as he opened the door and allowed his superior to emerge. ?Evening, Raven,? Sir Richard responded briskly. ?Anything to report?? ?Well, sir, Lady Carla received company just before you arrived, sir?a very mysterious lady, all clothed in black, sir.? ?Hmmm.? ?Ah, good evening, sir,? Raven continued as Cassandra emerged from the car. ?Have a nice trip, sir?? She didn?t reply, but if looks could maim the man would have spent the rest of his life as a quadriplegic. ?Er?this is Cassandra Morrison, the Private Investigator Lady Carla asked me to go to London for,? Sir Richard hastened to explain. ?And her secretary ,? he added, turning to assist me from the car. ?Miss Cathy Vegas.? ?Er?sorry Miss,? the sergeant said then. ?No offence meant.? ?None taken,? Cassandra replied, her glare softening a little, and mentally I upgraded the sergeant to paraplegic. ?Now Raven,? Sir Richard said briskly. ?This Mysterious Visitor?I don?t suppose you got her name?? ?Lady Carla addressed her as Madame St. Claire, sir.? ?Oh, lord!? said Sir Richard. ?What?s the matter?? Cassandra inquired. ?You?ve never heard of Madame St. Claire?? Sir Richard responded. We both shook our heads. ?She?s a notorious con-artist,? Sir Richard then continued. ?Calls herself a Medium (or a Trance-Channeler to use the modern jargon) . Claims to be able to talk to your late great-aunt Martha and bilks you for every penny you have in the process. I? d have had her in Holloway years ago only we?ve never been able to get the goods on her. I wonder how she tumbled to this so fast?? ?Excuse me, sir,? said Sergeant Raven. ?But Lady Carla sent for her, sir.? ?WHAT?? ?That?s what she said, sir. ?Thank you for responding to my telephone call so quickly,?she said, sir. Seemed like they were old friends, sir.? ?Damn and Blast!? said Sir Richard. ?As you say, sir.? Sir Richard rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, then shrugged. ?Well,? he sighed. ?I suppose we might as well go on in!? **************************************************** CASSANDRA?S NARRATIVE CONTINUES As we entered Becknall Hall Lady Summersby came forward to meet us. She was a tall woman with curly blonde hair and a rather attractive smile. She took Sir Richard?s left hand in both of hers. ?Richard,? she murmured. ?My dear,? said he, then, with a glance at Cathy and myself. ?This is the Private Investigator you asked me to bring,? he said. ?The internationally famous Cassandra Morrison.? I gave Lady Carla a cheery wave. ?Lovely place you have,? said I. ?So old, and dark, and spooky.? Lady Summersbys?s mouth quirked in a half smile. ?So nice of you to come, Miss Morrison,? she said. ?Not at all?not at all!? said I. ?I just love Devonshire?so quaint?so filled with ambience?Devonshire Cream?lemon curd? the bogs?the Hound of the Baskervilles?? Here Lady Summersby laughed throatily. ?Permit me to present my secretary, Cathy Vegas,? I concluded. ?Honored, your ladyship,? Cathy said. Lady Summersby smiled at Cathy. ?And you must permit me to present my great friend,? she said, freeing her left hand to beckon to a pale-faced woman, swathed all in black, with long black hair and glowing eyes. ?Stephanie Monique St. Clair.? ?Known as Madame St. Clair to the trade,? the new arrival said huskily. ?Charmed, I?m sure.? As I looked into Madame St. Clair?s eyes there was an almost audible click. Never had I felt such desire for anyone on first acquaintance. I took her in my arms?we kissed? our tongues waltzed to a Strauss melody. Our bodies trembled as our passion coursed through us?. ?and I have given you and your secretary the Blue Room,? Lady Carla was saying. I looked around me, feeling a bit disoriented. It took me a few seconds to realize that none of what .I had just experienced had, in fact, actually HAPPENED. Stephanie St Clair was looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes and I was convinced that the dream (or whatever it was) had originated in HER mind and not in MINE! I shook my head and turned to follow Cathy as one of the servants led us to our room to freshen up. ?Watch yourself, Cassandra,? I breathed. ?These are deep waters!? *************************************************** ?Are you okay?? Cathy asked me as we began unpacking the few toilet articles and items of clothing we had brought along. ?Hmmm?? I said, placing my best pair of heels in the medicine chest and slamming the door on them. ? Certainly. Why shouldn?t I be?? ?I dunno,? she said, rescuing the shoes before I could bang the door of the medicine chest upon them a second time. ?You seem a little?er?PREOCCUPIED.? ?Nonsense!? I said, lifting the lid of the toilet and depositing several pairs of pantyhose within. ?Just thinking over the facts we have learned so far,? I said, pulling the chain. ?Nothing unusual in that.? ?Er?perhaps not,? said Cathy, rising from the toilet bowl, her hands full of sopping wet pantyhose. ?But I think you?d better let ME unpack.? ?As you wish,? I said, and, turning, I went in and lay down on the four-poster that was the central piece of furniture. ************************************************************ BEING ANOTHER EXTRACT FROM CATHY?S DIARY (Kept in shorthand). I had finished unpacking and putting away our belongings and noticing that Cassandra had fallen asleep, I decided to go for a walk?more to familiarize myself as much as possible with the house and grounds? than out of any restlessness. I was just passing the room at the head of the staircase that led to the floor below when I heard something that brought me up short. It was a voice from the room immediately opposite the stairs where the door had been closed but not completely shut. What I heard stopped me in my tracks. ?Our plan is working beautifully,? said the voice. ?The transsexual is here and already partly under my mental control?I told you she would be an easy target. Such people are always self-divided and have no real will of their own.? ?How long will it be before you are able to open her aura sufficiently to permit the Willow-were to gain possession of her body?? said the second voice. ?A day,? said the first voice. ?Two at the most.? ?You must hurry!? said the first voice which, by now, I had identified as Lady Carla?s. ?Roderick grows weaker by the hour?if he does not wake up soon?.? ?You can trust me Carla?why else did you send for me? I will have this Morrison out of her body before the Willow-were?s time limit is up.? ?See that you do, Stephanie. For I promise you this: if Roderick dies?YOU die!? I stood frozen?the whole thing had been an elaborate trap! These women wanted Cassandra?not to investigate the haunting?but as a receptacle for the ghost! Suddenly I heard a noise?as of someone moving towards the door and turned to go down the stairs but it was too late! ?Got you!? cried Madame St. Clair as her hand fastened on to my arm in a grip of steel. ?I told you I heard someone in the hall,? she went on turning to her companion. I looked at Lady Carla and could not believe my eyes! Her face was the face of a madwoman?her eyes blazing?her lips drawn back in a rictus of hate and rage! ?Bring her!? she grated, turning back into the room. ?What are we going to do with her?? asked St. Clair. ?Put her where she won?t give us any trouble,? Lady Carla replied. ?You?you wouldn?t DARE kill me!? I stammered. ?Oh yes,? said Lady Carla. ?To save Roderick I would cheerfully sacrifice ANYONE who got in my way?especially a cheap little hussy like YOU! But don?t worry?I don?t think it will be necessary to kill you. We have a lovely dungeon here that should hold you incommunicado until all is finished with your friend!? ?You?re mad!? I cried. ?You?ll never get away with this!? ?Oh, I think we will!? she laughed. ?The Willow-were will see to that!? **************************************************************** CASSANDRA?S ACCOUNT RESUMES. I was dreaming?and suddenly I KNEW that I was dreaming, for I realized that what I saw below me was my body. I watched the rise and fall of my breast with unbelievable relief (I had at first thought I was DEAD? then I realized it was one of those Astral Jaunts I tend to take from time-to-time. As I regarded my prone figure with increasing admiration and approbation Three Cloaked and Hooded Figures suddenly appeared at my bedside and stood, regarding my sleeping form thoughtfully. Then they began to speak but I was unable to understand their words: ?Pauvre d?tective transsexual... elle est en danger et ne le sait pas,?(1) said the first one. ?Ja... ist es... ihr Fr?ulein Vegas. des Freunds auch... zu falsch,? (2) the second nodded. ?forse dovremmo avvertirli?? (3) the Third suggested helpfully. But just then a Fourth Figure?of a more magisterial bearing than the rest came through the wall. ?Se proh?be para interferir en las vidas de Mortals... que usted tres saben eso!?(4) it declared haughtily. ?Je ne vois pas pourquoi... mais silence! Elle se r ?veille!?(5) the First declared. ?Observons le jeu appel? la ' vie de Cassandra ' se d?velopper!?(6) I opened my eyes cautiously but there was no sign of my Dream Visitors. ?You know what I wish?? I complained. ?I wish that Dreams would find some better way to communicate than by symbols and gibberish! Why can?t my dreams learn some KNOWN language?? I sat up and looked around for my purse. ?Have you seen my bag?? I asked. But there was no response. ?Cathy?? I said again. Still nothing. ?Now I wonder where SHE?S got to!? ************************************************************** THIS SECTION WRITTEN BY STEPHANIE MONIQUE ST. CLAIR. As we turned to escort Cathy to her new surroundings, Carla, the light still blazing in her eyes, warned "I will have NOTHING go wrong, Ms. St. Clair. And I do NOT tolerate failure, from anyone. I will have my Roderick back with me...or else ....there will be consequences and repercussions, most unpleasant for everyone... especially you. ?Remember, I have the Yard's ear, and there are things I could discreetly whisper that could have a very negative impact upon you. That, and other things which could ...just...HAPPEN. I do so hope we have reached an understanding." I thought a moment, before responding, the clear insanity in Lady Carla's expression, causing me not a little discomfort. "Things will be as you say, Lady Carla," I replied with feigned subservience. "All will be done as planned." With that, I took my leave, escorting the very frightened Cathy towards the secret passage that led to the dungeons beneath the Hall. "Bitch," I whispered under my breath, when we were a safe distance from the Noble Loony upstairs. "Mad as a cow, that one," I muttered, more to myhself than as any comfort to the woman I was herding to a cell. "Tell me,"I asked, turning suddenly to look Cathy in the eye. ?Tell you WHAT??, Cathy asked, shiveringa little with terror , but still defiantly able to return my gaze. ?Do you believe in love at first sight?? I suddenly demanded, coming to a dead stop in the poorly illuminated cob-web festooned passage in the house?s seemingly impermeable walls. ?What?? Cathy responded. "I have the oddest feeling," I replied, my face softening a bit. "That I have just met the One True Love of My Life, and now she is to be ruthlessly sacrificed! And for what? So some layabout Nobleman can spend a few more years benefiting from the crimes of his ancestors?? ?Well?.I?? Cathy mumbled, rather at a loss for words. ?Or worse?just to satisfy the passions of a woman who should be either receiving Industrial Grade Therapy or flat out locked up for her own good! " Then, to Cathy?s astonishment a single jewel-like tear escaped my right eye. Then I began to glow. Just a thin outline around my slight body, but a glow, just the same. Silver, Blue, Indigo, Red, Orange, Yellow, all the colours, ending with a bright, pure Gold. "This will NOT happen!" I, the avowed Clairvoyant cried as loud as I dared. "The One known as Cassandra, IS My One True Love. I feel it! I know it! You feel it to, do you not, Miss Vegas?? ?Uh?? said Cathy. ?Sure! I knew it from the moment you two met,? she went on, babbling wildly. ?When I saw you two looking at each other I thought to myself ?We have got to get these two together!?? I nodded. ?Just so! But...we must have a plan, and I think I know just what to do. I am so sorry, Cathy, but in order to spare your boss, and MY Lover, we must appear to do as the Lady Carla commands. But do not worry. Things will work themselves out. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve, about which, she knows nothing. And most of all,"... I paused, looking again into Cathy's eyes. "You must TRUST me." ?I don?t seem to have much choice,? Cathy said sadly. ?Good!? I agreed as I grabbed Cathy once more by the elbow. ?Come along ?we have much to do!? ******************************************************** 1. ?Poor Transsexual detective...she is in danger and does not know it.? 2. ?Yes it is too bad...her friend too...Miss Vegas? 3. ?Maybe we should warn her?? 4. ?t is forbidden to interfere in the lives of Mortals...you Three know that!? 5. ?I don't see why...but hush! She awakens!? 6. ?Let us watch the Play called 'Cassandra's Life' develop!? 88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888 CASSANDRA?S NARRATIVE CONCLUDES. ?It is SO like Cathy to wander off!? I muttered as I savagely brushed my hair, gave my makeup a quick touch-up, and headed out the door in search of her?or something to eat? whichever came first. I practically ran down the stairs to the ground floor, so worried (and, also, hungry) was I at her absence. I turned left down a long dark corridor and had only taken a few steps when I collided with someone. ?Oof!? said Madame St. Clair (for it was indeed she). ?Hi,? I said. ?Sorry about that. You don?t happen to know where Cathy is, do you?? ?Of course,? the Medium replied. ?I just left her locked in the dungeon.? ?Okay, thanks!? I said, turning to go. ?Er?excuse me?? I said, pausing and turning back. ?Yes?? ?You DID say dungeon, right?? ?That is correct.? ?Yeah?that?s what I THOUGHT you said. Okay?uh?which way is the kitchen?? ?Back the way you came?but wait!? ?Wait, hell?I?m starving!? ?But you are in terrible danger!? ?Naturally,? I replied. ?Danger is my business?in my off-hours I sell Mary Kay Cosmetics door-to-door.? ?I am serious, Miss Morrison!? Madame St Claire insisted. ?I look serious do I not?? I had to take her word for it?the light in the hall was too dim to make out facial expressions. ?Okay,? I said, abandoning my pose of indifference as I grabbed her left wrist and twisted it up behind her back. ?Suppose you take me to this Dungeon and on the way you can explain this danger I am supposed to be in!? ?But I am on YOUR side!? she protested. As I shoved her down the hall. ?Oh yeah?? I said. ?Since when?? ?Since I realized that you are my One True Love!? ?Oh?a P I Groupie, hey?? ?No! I MEAN it!? she insisted. ?Ever since we met this afternoon, I knew it! You must have felt it too!? I stopped and released her wrist. ?Okay,? I said as she turned to face me once more. ?Let?s say I DID feel something. Why should I trust you?? ?Because I am the only one who can save you from the Willow-Were!? ?What the hell is a ?Willow-Were??? I demanded. ?The Willow-Were is the ghost that has haunted this dwelling ever since Sir Gervase murdered the true owners of Becknall!? she replied. ? More precisely it is an unholy combining of the souls of the Lord Acwellan and his wife, the Lady Elswyth. Understand me, Miss Morrison?it is neither Acwellan, NOR his wife, but something NEW a Spirit that is both masculine and feminine and yet neither!? ?Wow!? I said. ?I bet Clive Barker or Stephen King could make a FORTUNE with THIS story!? ?I mean it!? she insisted. ?It is this Willow-Were that struck Sir Roderick senseless and that now controls Lady Carla!? ?Okay,? I said. ?Say that I believe you?what does this Willow-Were want?? ?You!? ?Me? Why ME?? ?Because you are a transsexual?because, as a result of the hormones you have taken your body is perfectly suited for its dual nature. But do not be afraid. I have arranged that ANOTHER shall take your place! Even now she is helpless, chained, waiting for the Hour of Midnight when the Willow-Were shall devour her soul and possess her BODY!? and she began to laugh. ?Thank God!? I breathed. ?You know I?d hate to have some Wil?wait a minute! You're planning to give it CATHY?? ?But yes! An excellent solution, is it not?? ?Ingenious,? I agreed dryly. ?But you have overlooked one thing!? ?What is that, my Beloved?? ?That the only way that thing is getting Cathy is over my dead body!? Just then the lights blazed up and we were treated to the sight of Lady Carla Summersby and Sir Richard Sterling standing at one end of the hall facing us. In his left hand Sir Richard held an unpleasantly large pistol which was aimed in our direction. ?Not your DEAD body, Miss Morrison!? Lady Carla shrieked. triumphantly. ?Your extremely vibrant and ALIVE body is what the Willow-Were shall have?and I shall have my Roderick back again!? ?What do you want to do with Madame St Claire?? Sir Richard asked. ?I was right about her not being trustworthy, you see!? Lady Carla nodded. ?Yes, yes,? she said. ?You were right, I admit it. But we?ll have to put that aside for now?Midnight approaches! Quick! Bring them to the Chapel of Abominations!? *************************************************************** Ten minutes later we were standing in the Chapel of Abominations looking at the rather gleeful-appearing Baphomet statue situated directly behind the altar when Sergeant Raven entered, pushing Cathy ahead of him. ?Hi there!? I said. ?Been having a nice walkabout?? ?So-so,? she respondedwith an attempt at a smile. ?The d?cor left a little to be desired, though. Have you been having fun?? ?Until the gun slinging Baronet here started getting nasty, ? I said, gesturing at Sir Richard, whose gun was still aimed unwaveringly in my direction. ?Silence!? Lady Carla commanded. ?Midnight approaches?put Cassandra on the Altar!? ?Now wait a minute!? I said. ?Isn?t that a bit CORNY for the 21stCentury?? ?Perhaps,? Carla acknowledged. ?But the Willow-Were has old-fashioned tastes! If she speaks again,? she added to Sir Richard. ?You may gag her!? ?Yes Carla,? he replied. ?Raven...take my gun and watch the others.? ?Yes sir!? said Sergeant Raven, his eyes glinting in excitement. Sir Richard grabbed my arm and tugged me to the altar?lie down here Miss!? he commanded. ?And no trouble or Sergeant Raven will shoot your friends.? I did as I was told. ?The Hour Strikes!? Lady Carla cried as a bell began to toll midnight. ?The Sacrifice is Prepared! Come Willow-Were and take the Body you have waited Ten Centuries for!? 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Tendrils from the Spirit reached me?began probing into my head?.into my brain? a series of strange visions flashed before my perceptions ...then suddenly the Invader was gone. ?Why do you stop!? Carla shrieked. ?Take her!? Stephanie raised her upper body from the floor, laughing softly. ?It cannot,? she coughed. ?Why not?? ?Because she has a Pure Heart!? Stephanie laughed through her evident pain. ?I should have remembered that! Being a victim itself, the Willow-Were cannot harm one with a Pure Heart.? ?But Cassandra Morrison is a Transsexual! ? Carla shrieked. ?How can such a creature have a Pure Heart?? ?Are you truly so blind?? Stephanie asked her one-time friend. ?It isn?t a person?s GENDER that determines their Purity or lack of it...it is their ACTIONS and THOUGHTS that determines that. My Cassandra?s life is one of service to others?of course that would make her an unfit dwelling for an invading spirit!? The Willow-Were began to glow?brighter and brighter at Stephanie?s words?as though it were in agreement with them?soon the light was so bright I had to close my eyes...then there was a loud CRACK like thunder?and the light was gone. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked around. Other than Cathy, Stephanie, Sir Roderick, and myself, the Chapel was empty. ******************************************************** It has been a year since the events I have described, Stephanie St Clair recovered from her gun-shot wound and she and I are now lovers, bound together in a Wiccan Ceremony (since marriage, in the legal sense, is denied us under the current social climate) and she now assists me in my investigations as my secretary. Cathy has moved on to other things, so we remain great friends. Insofar as the World is concerned, Sir Roderick? s wife ran off with his best friend and Sergeant Raven simply disappeared. 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"Sooth, 'tis a tonic to be in the open air once more," Merry exclaimed as Nightshade's booming wings hurled she and Karl among fleecy clouds. "I heartily agree," Karl replied. "Between the scheming nobility and the fawning hangers-on at court I am pleased to be shut of all such nonsense. No doubt you were becoming restless as well, noble dragon." "I was indeed," Nightshade replied. "Food is plentiful in the royal forests, but I crave adventure and to see new things." "We are...

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Haunted by the Futa GhostChapter 4 Taken by the Demonrsquos Tentacles

The beat of the drum summoned me to the stage before the statue of our shrine’s guardian, Kanshu-no-Kami. I was dressed in my miko garb, my red hakama about my legs and cinched tight at my waist, my haori over my kimono, the tasseled ends swaying before me, dangling with bells that tinkled with my every movement. I gripped my gohei in my hand, a wand of cedar wood from which dangle two shide, paper folded to form a zigzag chain of diamonds. The shide fluttered as I turned on the tatami mats...

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Haunted by the Futa Ghost 10 Futas Horny Wrestling

Chapter Ten: Futas' Horny Wrestling By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 My eyes opened. I lay in the grove where I had danced the Kagura to summon the great Kami Hangetsu. Last I remembered was the half-full moon blazing with light and shadow, the energy falling upon me, driving me to the ground. I blinked, struggling to remember what happened next. A presence had greeted me, cocooned me, changed me. I was a caterpillar. And now I was free to be a butterfly. Above me, the half-full moon...

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Ruchika Ghost8217s Whore 8211 Part 1 Losing Virginity To A Spirit

Welcome to my new story on the site. Enjoy! ✍ Story Starts Ruchika, 27, now married to a man named Vikram and having a baby boy, was reminiscing about the instance that changed her life in a way she least expected. Ruchika was a beautiful girl with voluptuous features who also remained a virgin until she was 19. She saw her female friends losing virginity to men they weren’t married to and saw them having fun too. She had been asked out multiple times and she rejected those proposals each and...

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A Jessie McClintock Story GHOST

This appointment tonight filled her with a modicum of hope. Her doctor had made her believe this could be the solution. It had to be. Because Melissa wasn’t sure she could survive another day. Not. One. More. Day. Not like this. The street numbers flew past, but then she stopped. She’d gone too far. She back tracked and still couldn’t find it. But it had to be here. It had to … There, a barely visible alleyway descending into pitch darkness. Away from the...

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A Jessie McClintock Story GHOST

      Melissa hurried down the street hunched against the rain.  Her wispy blonde hair matted down to a dull brown in the downpour.  The coat she held carelessly against the aggressive storm molded to her slight frame.  Yet it wasn’t the weather she was trying to avoid.  It was the stares.  The inescapable feeling that everyone knew.  Knew what had happened to her.  Knew she had changed.  Knew that she was a boiling cauldron of lust, desire, and need.  Knew all they had to do was demand it and...

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A Jessie McClintock Story GHOST

Melissa hurried down the street hunched against the rain. Her wispy blonde hair matted down to a dull brown in the downpour. The coat she held carelessly against the aggressive storm molded to her slight frame. Yet it wasn’t the weather she was trying to avoid. It was the stares. The inescapable feeling that everyone knew. Knew what had happened to her. Knew she had changed. Knew that she was a boiling cauldron of lust, desire and need. Knew all they had to do was demand it and she...

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Ghost Story

Ghost story by Kelly Davidson ([email protected]) Author's notes: This story is based on an actually ghost story. You can read all about it at the end of this story. What?s that? YOU DON?T? BELIEVE IN ?GHOST? you say! Perhaps my story will change your mind. You can email me and let me know after you're done. In the mean time - BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ************************************************* Fade in? The wooden house was old and in need of repair. I suppose in its...

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Haunted by the Futa GhostChapter 13 Possessed by the Futa Ghost

I gripped my gohei as I thrust my hand at the rice paper door. The roars of Mitsuko’s possessed father resounded through it. Shadows moved. A woman moaned, the same throaty sounds that I had brought forth from my Ojo-sama during our time at the onsen. The sounds of pleasure. Of orgasms. “You must free him,” Mitsuko-hime begged. “Please, Sayuri-chan.” “I will,” I told her, trembling. So much had happened. I was a futanari now, but my transformation had taken a full turning of the moon. So I...

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Gay Ghost

I was single and in desperate need of a good deep Dicking. For the first time since college, I was stuck in a dry spell. I decided I needed to change my approach. So on Halloween instead of going to a gay bar, I went with my friends to a hotel upstate that was supposed to be haunted. I didn't really believe in ghost or the supernatural, but something inside me told me to go. I used to think ghost stories were silly, but that all changed later that night. Don't call me crazy, but I am pretty...

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Haunted by the Futa GhostChapter 9 Futanari Fucks Her Bully

“Will this work?” my Ojo-sama asked, hugging me from behind. Her damp hair brushed my neck. She still wore it loose after our bath. Our love-making. “I do not know, Mitsuko-hime,” I whispered. “But I have to try. Tonight is the half-moon. The transition.” It was the last half-moon of Summer. The next would fall on the Autumn Equinox, and that night I had to perform the Kagura and help Kanshu-no-Kami keep the yokai imprisoned beneath the shrine. And not long after that, Mitsuko-hime would...

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danny phantom ghost boy series by jayrich

“Hello. My name is Tucker Foley, and welcome to my Blog.” Tucker types in those words onto his computer, proud of himself for starting off his own Blog. Then his face changes to concern, as he wonders exactly what he’s gonna write about. “Aw, man. My mind’s a blank now. Good going Foley. Start a Blog about yourself to get the girls interested, then don’t have anything to write about.” He drops his head on the Keyboard, looking like he just failed. But a moment later, he raises it with a smile...

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The Devils Pact Ghost of ParisChapter 6 The Locker Room

Monday, September 16th, 2013 – Paris, Texas I stood at the scene of my very first crime—the girls locker room at Boone High School. When I was nineteen, I worked as a janitor at this very educational establishment. Being a voyeuristic horndog, I quickly figured out where to drill a small hole to let me peep on the fine, young things changing and showering and carrying on. It was the best month of my life. At least, before I made my Pact to become invisible at will, it was. The three years...

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Just a Ghost

Just a ghost I'm a go-go-go-ghost just a go-go-go-ghost Once a girl in a photograph but can I ever get me back? Or become just a memory not my real identity. I had a name fought the fight now I wonder if I'll ever get it right feel the shame live the lie praying to God in the middle of the night I'm scared I will become a ghost once all my dreams were oh so close But my fears have made me start to fail will the real me disappear? I'm scared I will become a ghost not...

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Recluse and GhostChapter 3

I was sleeping in the camper parked near Eliza's cabin when something woke me. There was some noise outside. I thought at first that it was the dogs, but the sound was more like feet shuffling, feet trying not to make noise. Without making a sound, I rolled over to look outside. Clouds hid the moon, so it was pretty dark outside. There it was. I saw a figure. It was looking at the truck. The figure went all around the truck, looking at everything, but not touching anything. It must have...

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Sally the Ghost

I watched him stroke his cock. I knew he was close because his breathing had become more regular, his eyes had closed, and his head was tilting slowly back. Pleasure beamed from his face. His toes will be curling soon, I thought, and he'll explode all over. My attention was on the head of his shaft as I stood, straddled him, and squatted my sex over his erection. I had to time this just right. How unladylike, I thought with a wry grin as I considered my predicament. I was nude, squatting over a...

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Haunted by the Futa Ghost 2 Naughty Naked Selfies

Chapter Two: Naughty Naked Selfies By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 My eyes widened at the sight of Mitsuko-hime standing naked in the onsen, steam rising around her breasts, droplets of water glistening on her curves and her brown nipples like diamonds turned into nectar. Her skin was pale, milky, so fair and perfect. Her hair was a black curtain pilling around her shoulders. Her eyes looked up, meeting mine. I trembled before the daimyo's daughter. I had seen her from afar, but never...

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The Ghost on Forest Lane

On Forest Lane a ghost resides,who in the darkness howls and cries.In moonless night he strolls outside,to find a victim for his plight.A careless soul he’ll bind and tow,into his basement down below.To use his soul for better or worseto find a way, to break the curseThis silly rhyme was told to scare the young c***dren of the town of Woodbury. Fifty years ago a tragic event had occurred in the quiet town with their sleepy inhabitant. The local doctor had died in a ‘tragic accident’ as it was...

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The Devils Pact the Cult of the GhostChapter 6 The Ritual

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Thursday, July 17th, 2014 – Deidre Cheshire – Caissa County, ID The shield rippled as another barrage of artillery slammed into it. Shells burst against it, sending shockwaves rippling through the green. It was eerie. I could see the fireballs lighting up the night sky, illuminating the farm, but the sound never reached us. "Why does the shield let through light but not sound?" I asked Carla. She shrugged. "You're the expert, Deidre." I...

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A Ghost of a Girl

The house was haunted, sure--or, at least, that's what Donna Adams, the real estate agent, told me. She had to, by California law. Ridiculous, of course, but I wasn't arguing with her, not when the rumor lowered the rent by two thirds. I couldn't pass up a deal like that. I'd been out of work for months, and my unemployment benefits were all but gone. Luckily, soon after moving to San Rafael, I landed a technical writing job. It didn't pay all that much (which made my "haunted house" all...

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The Devils Pact Ghost of ParisChapter 8 Public Transportation

Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Paris, Texas I had just made a pact with Astarte, giving her Darleen Cummins—the mayor's gorgeous, sixteen-year-old daughter—to possess for the night in exchange for unlimited sexual stamina, and now my pecker ached painfully. I had the worst case of blue balls I had ever felt in my life; I had to, needed to, find someone to stick my cock in and take the pressure off my nuts before they ruptured. I stumbled into the alley, leaving behind the parking lot...

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Ghost of a Chance

I’m dead. The worms crawl in. The worms crawl out. The worms play pinochle on my snout. Well, I assume they do. I’m dead, I wouldn’t really know; you know? Actually, I’m a ghost. I thought about peeking in on my body, but decided it was just a bit too morbid and creepy. Pretty strange, coming from a ghost, don’t you think? How did I die? You might ask. Then again, you might not. It doesn’t really matter, because I’m going to tell you anyway. I was a geek when I was alive. I graduated high...

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The Ghost on Forest Lane

On Forest Lane a ghost resides, who in the darkness howls and cries. In moonless night he strolls outside, to find a victim for his plight. A careless soul he’ll bind and tow, into his basement down below. To use his soul for better or worse to find a way, to break the curse This silly rhyme was told to scare the young children of the town of Woodbury. Fifty years ago a tragic event had occurred in the quiet town with their sleepy inhabitant. The local doctor had died in a ‘tragic accident’ as...

Supernatural
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I Fell in Love With a Ghost

This is not a Halloween story. I just added the bit at the end in honor of the holiday. Hope you enjoy. He just showed up one day, and the bar owner did everything but kiss his ass in front of everyone. He even set up a small table in the back near the restrooms, and no one was allowed to sit there except him. The place had been a working class bar forever, but when the economy went bad and manufacturing dried up, all that was left were the unemployed and the retirees. The owner was just...

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Haunted by the Futa Ghost 11 Slimed by the Tentacle Monster

Chapter Eleven: Slimed by the Tentacle Monster By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 I was energized as I raced down the path lit by the half-full moon. Transformed. Changed. Futanari. I did it. I made contact with the great Kami Hangetsu, a deity both male and female, changing back and forth with the cycle of the moon. But when it was half-full, the Kami was both. And now so I was I. I had a dick. My clit turned into a hard, throbbing cock. My Ōjo-sama would be so impressed. I promised...

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The Ghost Project

The Ghost Project By Anon Allsop With a sensory score that was off the charts, Heath Carroll thought his ship had come in. Unfortunately for him, our government was the entity doing all of the testing. Early on, he had been sought out for his uncanny ability to self-induce a trance and Astral Project himself across great distances. At first it was thrilling to be able to physically occupy one separate plane of space, then within mere moments he would appear in another. His...

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Lavender Ghost StoryChapter 22 Two Against The Tower

The open area at the foot of the Lavender Tower was once again crowded as the sun set over the harbor turning the sky pink and purple as the ocean became almost blood red. All around the perimeter, small concession stands were set up to service the public's hunger for over-priced festival food as upon the small wooden stage a stocky blond woman with too many piercings operated an array of stereo equipment. Supplying the area with a variety music. The large crowd of people whom either stood...

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