First Contact by Kat Green

Author:Kat Green [Green, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, Paranormal, Ghosts, Second Chance Love
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2016-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

It began with a thunderous force. All the girls ever trapped in the pit appeared at once banging on the gray cement walls built around her. They made the ruckus with items they likely died with in the pit. One used her bloodied knuckles, another had broken pieces of glass, one had a spoon, and others used their shoes. One poor girl even kept bashing the concrete with her own head. Sloane backed herself into a corner, trying to stay out of their way.

But they weren’t ghosts to Sloane anymore. She felt their corporal bodies when they brushed past her, oblivious to anyone’s plight except their own.

A woman Sloane recognized as Karen from the blurry photo in the basement came over and gave Sloane her hand. She had specks of early gray peeking at the edges of her thirty-some temples and deep blue eyes that Sloane knew would haunt her until she drew her own last breath. Her dated clothes were ragged and stained. Sloane imagined she was neat and presentable in a sensible and well-tailored suit the day Alvin tossed her in the pit. Now, fragments of a ripped skirt barely covered her knees and her tattered blouse had blood and dirt permanently embedded in it. She removed what was left of her suit jacket and wrapped it around Sloane’s shoulders. When the fabric touched her, Sloane enjoyed no extra warmth as the jacket evaporated and reappeared on Karen. Shivers convulsed Sloane’s body.

Her stomach rumbled reminding her it had been a long time since she ate. Her lips and throat felt chapped and dry. She felt like she was burning up with fever. Her body’s energy consumption made her fluctuate from shivering, to boiling, to achy, to absolute lethargy. Her body was in an over-capacity stress mode. Her irregular heartbeat pounded in her ears.

“I’m sorry I can’t do more my dear. I’d say welcome, but some of the girls here won’t be very welcoming.”

At that, a girl with bloody knuckles and multiple body piercings turned toward Sloane and opened her mouth which held a tongue so swollen that it resembled a mutated slug. Another waif of a thing with sunken in eyes and a long scar down her cheek scratched at the cement until her empty cuticles bled. Dozens of others continued their futile screaming and pounding.

The woman by Sloane’s side clapped her hands together sharply like a kindergarten teacher and the girls ceased their commotion and fell silent. “Girls, snap out of it and look around. Be aware. We have another misfortunate soul to help cross over. Can we please make her last days of life in the pit as pleasant as possible?” She made a circle with her index finger and the girls obediently formed a circle around Sloane staring at her with pity and hopelessness in their dead eyes.

Great, they’ve already written me off for dead and assume I will join their ranks.

Sloane took the woman’s hand. Her thigh muscles spasmed as she struggled to stand.

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