314 by Wise A.R

Author:Wise, A.R. [Wise, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-12-24T00:00:00+00:00

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“I can’t believe all this shit,” said Paul as he inspected an EMF meter that had been stored in one of several steel boxes in Stephen’s storage locker.

“I know. It’s like Christmas.” Stephen climbed over a stack of boxes similar to the one that Paul had opened. The storage room was located in the alley of Stephen’s building, and had been converted from the building’s garage to accommodate four similar areas. “Check this out.” He hauled up a monitor and another small black box that had a series of red switches on the front of it. “This is for the motion sensors. You can set it up to watch up to fifteen feeds, and the monitor will automatically switch to any that detect something. You can set it to search for heat or movement.”

“Nice,” said Paul.

Stephen was smiling so wide that it would’ve been hard for him to stop. “Damn straight it’s nice.”

“So, you must be pretty big into this ghost stuff,” said Paul. “How did that happen? Have you always been into it?”

“Yes and no,” said Stephen. “When I was a kid I believed in all of it, but then I turned into a cynical adult, like most of us do. Then, when I was in college, I went for a trip with some friends out to a cabin in Michigan. That night I saw something that totally changed my mind. Ever since then I’ve been a believer.”

Paul set the EMF detector back in its case. “All right then, what did you see? You can’t leave me hanging.”

Stephen avoided the question for a second, and Paul wondered if he’d overstepped his bounds. “It was a little boy playing with a toy train in the kitchen.” Stephen didn’t look at Paul as he recounted the story. “It was in the middle of the night and I was high, and drunk, so at first I thought I was seeing things. I got out of bed and walked through the living room, over a bunch of my friends that were sleeping on the floor, and went in the fridge to get a left-over burrito. I closed the door of the fridge and there he was, this little kid in a pair of pajamas, on the kitchen floor playing with a train.” Stephen glanced at Paul, but then looked down as he acted out the ghost’s movements. “Just sitting there, not paying any attention to me; just playing with that train. Then, he dematerialized in front of me.”

Paul wasn’t certain how to respond, and turned to humor to lighten the mood. “Dude, you were eating left-over burritos. That’s, like, begging for evil.”

Stephen chuckled, but it was clearly for Paul’s benefit. “I wrote it off as a side effect of too much weed, and maybe bad Mexican food. Then, a few weeks later I found out something about that cabin that made me lose my shit. Turns out, the guy that owned the cabin had a little brother who died there from carbon monoxide poisoning.

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