American Haunting

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 5 (v.1) - Girls Talk

Submitted: May 22, 2020

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Submitted: May 22, 2020



Nica and I had a rare day off together so we packed up her Pinto with beer, snacks, towels and inner tubes and headed off to Sunol Regional Park for some sunshine and water fun.

If you drive south on Foothill Road you’ll hit Calaveras Road.  Make a left hand turn on Calaveras and you’ll find yourself in what is known as Sunol Regional Wilderness.  We’d been coming here for years, with our families on picnics, later with our Girl Scout troop for camping trips, and once on a charity walk for some cause I can’t remember.  What I do remember is ending up on the poop-out truck with blisters that took weeks to heal.

Alongside Calaveras Road runs Calaveras Creek, and if you know where to go with your tubes you can take a nice, lazy meander downstream.  On a hot day with a cold beer it is heaven, even if the black tubing does get hot and sticky on your back and legs.  We’d learned to wear-cut offs and tee shirts over our bikinis long ago when tubing.

There are a few parking areas along the way but we usually just park on the gravel pull out.  Cops don’t bother much out here although it’s a well-known party place.

I was going to drop the bomb on Nica about my upcoming date with Koli but I was pre-empted with a virtual shock wave when she told me she was dating Stan.  I almost dropped my Budweiser into the creek, I was that surprised.  I mean, it wasn’t that Nica isn’t a total catch, it’s just that they’ve known each other for years.  Then again Stan and Debbie were a steady thing all through high school until last year when they had a quite spectacular break up, so I guess it’s not all that surprising.

From what Nica said they’d hooked up on the night of the San Jose party while I was getting intimate with the toilet in the bathroom.

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?” I asked.  We shared almost everything.  OK I hadn’t told her about Koli yet but there really hadn’t been anything to tell except his impossible hotness and my inexplicable feelings of impending doom.

“I didn’t know where it was going,” she said.  “I thought it was just a one-nighter and I was sort of embarrassed.  I was going to tell you about it after he’d dumped me and it was just an excruciating memory.  I didn’t even know if I’d see him again until he came by the Foster Freeze on the fourth of July.”

So that was where they’d gone after leaving the Hungry Eye.  “Did he have Bry and that blond girl with him?”

Nica rolled her eyes.  “Oh yeah,” she said.  “Lauren, good lord, that voice!  When Bry and Stan were in the bathroom she told me in all seriousness, ‘Native guys are so hot.’”

“Native guys?”  I snorted.  “Like there’s no difference between Pomo and Navajo?”

“Well,” she laughed, “You know those broadly Western European women are really hot too.  Generally speaking.”

“Right, and those Eastern European women are so sexy,” I said, splashing her and getting the same back.  “Not to mention the Laplanders.”

“I guess she hasn’t had time to delve that deeply into Bry or Stan’s family history,” she said.  "Of course we have to acknowledge she may not care."

We floated along for a while digesting that, and I realized I hadn’t told her about Koli.

“So, I met this guy at work,” I said.  Nica rolled off her tube and submerged herself, but I heard her screaming under the water, bubbles and all.

When she surfaced she was grinning.  “It’s not Mr. Beardsly is it?” she asked.

Mr. Beardsly, not his real name, is one of The Regulars.  Totally bald but the rest of his body is so hairy.  I mean seriously he must have to comb his chest hair, it sticks up out of his button-down's collar about 4 inches, hence the nickname.

“Why yes, how did you guess,” I laughed.  “I’ve had my eye on him for years, since he was 72 and I was 8.”

“Well done,” she said.  “So tell me.”  She righted herself in her tube and stared at me with a look that brooked no refusal.

So I told her everything, well almost everything.  I couldn’t bring myself to mention the crazy feelings I had, how Koli thrilled me, chilled me, and/or killed me all at the same time.  Part of it was I didn’t want to worry her, but the other part was about just sounding completely crazy.  I didn’t think I could tell anyone about that part of it, or about the demons or Bridget’s past for that matter.  Not yet anyway, and since I had no proof of anything other than a moldy old book of questionable history and bad English I figured I should at least wait until there was something concrete to report.  I felt kind of guilty about it but I didn’t know what else to do.

“Where are you guys going?” Nica asked, a little too casual.  I wondered if she sensed I was hiding something.  She knows me inside and out.

“The Man Who Fell to Earth is playing at the drive-in,” I said.  She and I had seen it together back in March when it was first released, but seeing anything at the drive-in was a completely different experience.  And Koli sort of resembled Bowie now that I thought about it.

“Oh man, I have to work that night!” moaned Nica.

“Too bad or we could sneak you in,” I giggled.  It was something we'd done loads of times.  Nica’s brother had a car with a back seat that opened up so you could just pop right in from the trunk, didn’t even have to get out of the vehicle except to go to the snack bar. 

I got a chill when I thought about being in the trunk of a car now though, although I wasn't sure why.




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