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Genre: Horror



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Genre: Horror



Halloween night might change her life.
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Halloween night might change her life.

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Halloween night might change her life.

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Submitted: November 07, 2008

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Submitted: November 07, 2008



I filed the note books into the box under my bed but I kept the one of Fonz out. I looked my sketch over and I got a weird feeling that I had known him from some where. That I had seen him or that some one had told me about him.

“Indie! I'm so sorry!” I heard Adriana yell through the flat. “I got drunk and I forgot. I can't believe I passed out for a whole day!” She shouted as she opened the door. “Are you all right?” She gave me a funny look. I assumed because I still was only in pants and a bra.

“Yeah completely fine. You look pretty haggard.”

“I do?” She turned and looked in the hall mirror. “Ew.” She said aloud. “How many were there?”

“I filled 5 note books.” I flipped through the one in my hands landing on a ghost named Roxy. She had been a flapper. She had shot her husband and was hung for murder.“Hey, have we ever known some one with the name Fonz?”

“Like the TV show?”

“Yeah, but not him...”

“Yeah... No we don't know any one named Fonz.” She licked her had and tried to get some black eyeliner off her cheek. “Why?”

“No reason. I was just thinking about the name.” I threw the note book on the bed. I would be looking at it later. “So what happened to you?”

“Oh my fucking god...” She said.

Adriana proceeded to tell me about how she started off with 1 beer. Then it exceeded to 6 double shots which equals 12 regular shots. 4 more beers, and swigs of what ever. Then how all she can remember is Jeb blabbing on about me. Then passing out, and waking up next to a strange women with very curly very blond hair... Naked.

“Seriously... I don't think I even want to know.” She placed her hand on my shoulder “And I am in desperate need of a shower.” I cringed at her hang over breath.

“You look like a hot mess.”

“Exactly.” She left and quickly jumped in the shower.

When I was sure that she wasn't going to randomly jump out to get something she forgot, I hopped on the computer. I looked up the directions to Givenchy. Why was I even doing that? Was I seriously going to go look for Alucard? I looked at the map and saw that it wasn't “Just outside of town.” It was about 2 hours away.

I looked up the name for pictures and saw that the town was small. Practically a forest with some houses, but it was a picture form 1992... The graduating class was about twenty people. I couldn't believe. There were very few sunny days. It was like it was winter and fall every day of the year in Givenchy! At least thats what Google tells me.

“HELLO!” Adriana shouted.

“Oh sorry!” I shouted back. “What?”

“I need a towel!” She shouted through the flat.

“Right.” I said under my breath. I hit the print button and clicked the X and got off the page.

I grabbed a towel off the folded laundry on the couch and threw it in the bathroom. I grabbed the pages of the map and folded them in half. I went into my room and put the papers into the note book.

“Any better?” Adriana came in wrapped up in the towel.


“So uh... Anything interesting happen?”

“Not really.” I lied. “I'm kinda glad you weren't there. It would seem kind of weird to have me talking to myself with you in the other room.”

“I wouldn't have minded.” She pursed her lips.

I never told Adriana the full extent of my ghostly conversations. It was hard enough to wrap my head around them. I wouldn't want her to be completely confused and turned off by my crazy symptoms.

“Well I'm going to. I unno.. Read or eat or something.” She left the room.

When she left I stared off at the note book. I felt very queasy looking at it. Like I had just drank the water in Mexico. And yet that stupid note book was urging me to go now. To go look now! “No.” I said quietly. While the other half of my brain said... “You must.” I picked it up into my hands and I knew what I was going to do.

“Hey... Uh... Adriana?”

“Yeah!” She yelled back.

“I'm going to go out for a bit.” I put on a top.

“Where to.”

“UH.. Just a drive... You know. Clear my head a little after my.. Uh... Encounters.”

“KAY!” She shouted back. I grabbed my shoulder bag with the notebook stuffed inside. “I'll be back... Later.” I said before I left.

I hopped into the old Omni and started the car after a few tries. I switched on the lights and was on my way. I didn't know what I was doing. What drove me to get to Givenchy so fast? I was tired. I spent a whole painful day with ghost. I stink, I was crazy. Really crazy. My fatigue was what was driving me. Yet I didn't turn around.

The drive was awful. The rain was pouring and there was lightning every where. It was cold even with the heat on. I didn't pack clothes, I didn't bring a phone. This was the most unplanned trip I had ever been on.

I drove into the town. It had a cute little sign. It looked almost like a bed and breakfast town. Lucky me? It looked nothing like the description had said. It must have become more populated since the last description was updated. I drove into a hotel... Or a bed and breakfast. I couldn't read the sign. I check in and got a very pink and floral room.

“I see you decided to help me?” I jumped at Fonz's swiftness.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Oo0o.. Why are we whispering?”

“So the owners won't think I'm crazy and kick me out.” I took my top off. “Now if you will excuse me I need to take a shower. I walked into the bathroom. It was yellow floral in that room and smelt of clean laundry. I took the rest of my clothes off and climbed in.

“This is a rad place man.”

“GOD FONZ!” I shouted. I covered my mouth. “Haven't you ever heard of privacy?” I whispered as lightly as I could.


“Well give me some.”

“Oh come on Indie it doesn't count. I'm a ghost remember.” I cringed as he said it.

“It totally does count! You still have eyes.” I

“Shut up. You don't want to be considered crazy right?”


I took my shower as quick as possible. Fonz blabbed on and on about how nice it was that the spirits had found some one else to talk to other then the dead. And he pretty much confirmed that I'm the only one of my kind. Why me? Honestly. He thanked me over and over for helping him. “You're a growing trend, I wonder if you could handle it?”. I wondered that myself. “How were you created anyway?”

“Well when a man loves a women...” I said sarcastically as I climbed into the complimentary pajama's.

“You know what I mean.” He sat at the end of the pink bed as I climbed in. The sheets were smooth, and pink like every other thing in the room.

“I sorta died a little bit.” I have never been able to confirm if I was technically dead to the spirit world, Or if I was alive. I was in a coma.. So I know I was at least brain dead.

“YOU DIED!” Fonz said shocked.

“Yeahish... It's a long story.”

“I have time. I'm still dead remember?” He smiled. He tucked his black hair behind his ear.

“Well, I don't really talk about how I “died”,” I made quotations in the air “but while I was in the limbo I talked to a group of people in yellow cloaks... They told me I was there student and they showed me ways to talk to the dead, and why, and where. But when I woke up all I could remember was the fundamentals... And now I can hardly control the spirits.” I turned over. Remembering bits and pieces of my limbo trip.

“People in yellow cloaks?” Fonz questioned me.

“Yeah, but I can't remember what they called themselves...”

“People in yellow cloaks... I've never heard or seen any one in yellow cloaks.”

“Well I didn't just pull that out my ass okay?” I pulled my blankets over my head.

“Okay, okay.”

“Just go away.” I said aloud. I didn't hear anything.

I looked around the room and I didn't see him. I turned off the light and put my head under the covesrs. I felt very alone. Adriana was thinking I was going for a drive, and I ended up staying the night. I would probably end up staying the whole day tomorrow.

I closed my eyes and went to sleep with worry in my heart, frustration in my mind, and fear in my soul.

What was so erie about this trip?

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