Devil Forest by Jack Lewis

Author:Jack Lewis [Lewis, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-29T22:00:00+00:00

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It was hard to keep myself from pacing around as Marion pressed play, and I knew Jeremiah felt the same. Whatever was on the recording from the well, it must have been special. Otherwise, why would Marion make a show of playing it?

Then came the nasty edge to my thoughts about it. Poison syringed into the doughnut. If there was evidence of the paranormal on the tape, then it came from one source; Ashley.

He’d been missing for so long now, and they knew he wasn’t in the well, because they’d checked it. For his voice to come from there would mean it was travelling from somewhere else, somewhere beyond the physical world.

I didn’t want Marion’s source of grief to be the proof Jeremiah had searched for all his life. There had to be less tragic sources. Why couldn’t we get proof of the paranormal from the ghost of a person who passed away by natural causes after a long and happy life?

Marion went to press play, when we heard a door open outside our room. Boots clomped in the hallway, two girls laughed, and then a door slammed.

“Dutch girls,” said Jeremiah. “I saw them getting their room key at the bar.”

The girls laughed. Their feet scuffed on the hallway flooring. Jeremiah gripped the back of the chair so hard it looked like it’d snap.

Finally he opened the door, and I saw a redhead, though her color was more natural than mine, and a brunette. They were tall, tanned, and wearing rucksacks.

“Can you two shut the hell up?” said Jeremiah.

One girl hissed insults at him in Dutch, and the other called Jeremiah an asshole.

He slammed the door and sat down, muttering to himself. I nodded to Marion, who hit play.

“Can you turn it up?” said Jeremiah. “I can’t hear anything.”

“That’s as far as it will go.”

“Damn it.”

I knew what to do. It was a trick I used at home, since I was too cheap to buy headphones or a dock for my phone. I grabbed an empty glass, put the phone in it, and then restarted the audio. Being in the glass amplified the sound, and we heard the audio.

First there was the wind. Lots of it, some of it so high-pitched it sounded like screaming. It made me feel cold just to hear it. Then a voice spoke.

“My name is Marion Webb, and it’s October 4th, 2018. I’m in Blaketree woods, sometimes known as Devil Forest. I’m at the old well, and just like every night, I’m going to record what I hear.

The next few seconds might sound strange.”

I shot a glance at Jeremiah, whose whole face was warped with concentration, like every cell in his body was attuned to the audio.

The next few seconds of play were a series of thumps and bangs, and the wind began to die down. It sounded like someone was tapping right near the microphone.

“That’s the phone hitting the well side when I lowered it down,” said Marion.

“Shh,” said Jeremiah.

The gust was completely gone from the recording now.

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