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The Woman on the Road

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Late September a couple of years ago, I was driving down a road in the backwoods of Tennessee. Now, it was a road that I knew quite well so the overhang of trees that blocked out the starlight was not nearly as creepy as it should of been. My radio broke the week before, so I drove with my windows down to hear the wind rushing by because on the back roads there aren’t really speed limits. It’s just how fast you can go without dying. But anyway, I was driving down a long dusty dirt road with the sound of wind and my own thoughts to keep me company.

This road seemed to follow the trail a snake had made some time ago as it twisted and turned back on itself making it difficult to stay on your on side when you went around curves. But the moon stood high in the sky, and my dashboard clock said that it was around 2:00 am. So, I wasn’t afraid of anyone being on the road. So, my car flew down the road.

As I rounded a corner, suddenly, a deer jumped from the bushes, and I slammed on my brakes and swerved into the ditch to keep from hitting it.

“Fuck, shit, damn, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cursed while banging my fists emphatically on the stirring wheel.

“Stupid God damn deer!” I yelled out my open window as threw my truck into reverse and attempted to exit the ditch. A spray of dirt answered, but my truck didn’t move. “Damn!”

I checked my cell phone and was met with a screen that read “No Service.”

“Fuck,” I thought again as I looked down the road one way and up the road another. There wasn’t a house for miles, and I knew that getting my truck out of the ditch was at least a two person job. “Well, I guess I better get walking,” I said aloud to no one.

A cold, clammy hand touched my arm. “I can help you,” came a voice that was a half sob.

I whirled on heel and saw her standing there. She looked to be about twenty years old with jet black hair and matching streams of mascara trailing down from her eyes. It was obvious that she had been crying, and looking at the wedding dress she was wearing, it was pretty obvious why this might have been.

“I can help you,” she whispered again, “if you will take me home.”

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to go home,” she replied coolly.

I could see her shiver in the moonlight but decided to take her up on her offer because it looked like neither of us would be home anytime soon without one another’s help.

“Okay,” I said,” I’m going to need you to get in the driver’s seat and wait for to tell you when. I’m going to in front of it and push. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said as she climbed in my open truck door and cranked it.

I took position at the hood  and yelled, “Okay, now put it in reverse, and here we go.”

With a few shoves and a gash in my left leg from a nasty briar, we righted the Toyota back on the road. As soon as this was done, however, the young woman began crying again.

“Give me a sec to see how much damage I’ve done, and then, I’ll get you home. That okay?”

“Yes,” she whined.

“My name’s Ryan. What’s yours?” I asked as I inspected the truck with the flashlight from the glove compartment.

“I have no name. He took it away when he left me,” her voice rustled.

“Are you talking about the guy who…” I stopped because her lip began to quiver again and tears started streaming. “Nevermind. We’re good to go. No damage. Here take my jacket. It’ll help take the chill off of yah.”

“Thanks,” she responded through her premature tears and clenched teeth.

She scooted into the passenger seat as I climbed in behind the wheel. “Where to?”

“Just drive that way,” she pointed. “And I’ll show you where to turn.”

“I can see that you’re cold,” I said as I rolled up the windows. “The heat’s busted or I would turn that on.”

Quiet greeted me as she stared out the window into the night.

“And I know that the Band Letter Man jackets aren’t nearly as thick as the ones that football players have. But I never have been athletic. I sure could play the trumpet, but never could catch a ball,” I chuckled.

Again, she just stared out the window.

“I can tell that you’re a woman of few words. I would turn on the radio but that’s busted too…about the only thing electronic that works on this truck are the windows…”

“There,” she said suddenly and gestured toward a well-rutted path that wasn’t more than a break in the overgrown field of weeds.

I turned onto it and drove a little further. After passing through what seemed like a half-a-mile of this weed walled driveway, a clearing appeared and a quaint white siding house seemed to rise up from the mystery of the weeds. A single light illuminated the front porch, and I stopped just short of being at the front steps.

“Thanks,” she said as she jumped out of the truck, slammed the door behind her, and mounted the steps quickly. She opened the door and disappeared inside before I could say anything.

The light on the porch switched off, and I was left with only my headlights shining into the darkness. I turned my truck around and headed out the driveway. At the end of the road, I noticed the base of the mailbox across the road from the drive was made of old wagon wheels.

“That’s weird,” I thought as I turned onto the road and headed home, “I’ve never seen a mailbox quite like that one.”

Again, I rolled down the windows to drown out the non-music from my busted radio. This time, however, I noticed the chill in the air quite well and realized something pretty quickly.

“Fuck, I let her take my God damn jacket,” I said into the wind, but by the time, I was already pulling into the driveway of my home.

I knew that my mother would be expecting me; although I’m older now, she still worries. So, I reasoned that I would go back the next day and get my jacket from the woman, since it was on my way to work.

The next morning, I left a few hours early just to make sure I could find the place. With only the wagon-wheel mailbox base to guide me, I found the rutted driveway fairly easily. In the light of midday, the house was revealed to be a little more suburban than I imagined the night before. White siding with a brick facade to one side met me. I was sure it was the same house, but only knocking on the door and finding the girl would prove that this was the right house or not. So, I knocked on the door and waited for a response.

Again, I knocked. I felt that someone was home because three cars sat in the driveway…and really, how could no one be home with that many cars?

This time, a middle-aged woman answered. She had dark hair that was beginning to show touches of a silvery gray, and besides a few deep set wrinkles, she looked like the girl from last evening.

“Ummm…. Excuse me, I need to talk to your daughter I’m assuming because the girl I picked up last night on the road looks just like you. I’m here to get my jacket back from her because she didn’t give me a chance to get it back.”

“What?!? Katie, were out wandering again last night?” the woman yelled down the hallway. “Please come in and have a seat in the sitting room while I sort this out. Your Mable’s boy from down the road right?”

“Oh, you know my mom?”

“Yes, we were friends a long time ago, back before…Oh, Katie. Katie! Where are you?” she questioned as she wandered out of the room.

While I heard a little arguing in a back room, I saw a photo sitting on the table by the chair I had taken. And in it, I saw the girl and her twin sister in a black and white picture like you have taken at the fair. Both girls smiled out of the frame at me, and I wandered which one this Katie.

As I thought this, into the room walked a young woman who looked exactly like her mother, except that she had sandy blonde hair with her mother following close behind.

“Mom, I’ve never seen this guy before in my life,” she said, her braces gleaming in the light. “I don’t know who he is. I wasn’t even out last night.”

“He said you did. So you tell me where that jacket is and don’t lie to me anymore.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” I said stopping her, “But it’s one of your other daughters that’s here in this picture.”

“Don’t you kid with me boy. This is the only girl that I have.”

“But the girl I picked up looked just like this.”

“That’s me and my twin sister Ellie. She’s been dead for twenty-five years now. So, don’t you try to trick me. If my girl took your jacket, she’ll give it back,” she said with tears beginning to come to her eyes.

“But it’s this daughter…”

“She’s dead! That’s my sister, and she’s dead. If you don’t believe me, I can show you her grave.”

“I don’t think that’s quite necessa–”

“Here,” she said frantically, pulling me toward the back door. “Mama and Daddy buried her in the family cemetery out beside their house. We built this one close to theirs a few years before they died.”

In a few seconds, we were traveling down an overgrown path toward an old decrepit shack.

“Lady, I’m okay. You don’t have to tell me some intricate story to…”

“I’m not lying to you,” she replied as she finally pulled me behind the house far enough to see a row of low tombstones in a small fenced in area. “My sister committed suicide and could be buried in the church cemetery, so my parents made this one.”

As we got closer, I could see that there were three stones each with what looked like a small picture on the front.  Still, she continued pulling. Soon, I could see the young woman’s picture on the stone in the middle. It was a pretty picture with her smiling back at me, and laying on the ground in front of her stone like some kind of offering was my coat folded nicely with a note pinned to it that said “Thanks for the warm ride home. Sorry, I forgot to give this back.”

 

 

[This story is derived from a ghost story told by a close personal friend.]

 

 

 

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October 23, 2011 at 9:04 pm

Halloween on the Horizen

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Soon, the ghouls, ghosts, vampires, and werewolves will fill the city streets of the local neighborhoods in which we all live. There may be parties that we’re invited to. And who knows? We might see an actual ghosts on one of those tv specials…All these things are enjoyable, but there are somethings that I enjoy about Halloween a little more than others.

1) I like decorating for holidays like Halloween. Next to Christmas, it is the most enjoyable holiday to decorate for. With the carving of pumpkins, the scary decorations, etc., it’s wonderful to see someone that is going all out for their Halloween House. You know the ones with the real coffin in the front yard and the graveyard too. It’s all about the “scare” factor.

2) I know that I just mentioned it in passing. However, pumpkin carving can be really fun too. I watched a show on the Food Network last night on which they carved and sculpted pumpkins. Needless to say, their pumpkins were masterpieces compared to what I produce. However, they allow me to aspire to new levels of carving greatness…even though my pumpkin may very well end up with the three triangle and scary mouth look, I can hope to have something like this.

3) I love to dress up in and make costumes. Over the past few years, I have been a serial killer (went in my own clothes because they look like everyone else), Mama Cass (sans the ham sandwich), Hades from Disney’s Hercules, an aristocratic vampire, a wizard, and many more…I like to create interesting costume ideas that will make people go “Oh, that’s what you are!” I guest part of it comes from being a theater person. I also like that Halloween is the one day a year you can dress up as someone other than yourself in the general public and get away with it.

So, as this Halloween come on, I will hopefully get around to doing some of these things that I enjoy if school will allow me to. Regardless, I hope to enjoy the ton of scary movies that will be on tv at this time. Happy Halloween to all of you out there. May your days be very frightful!

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October 4, 2010 at 7:43 pm

Supernatural Deals with the Devil *Spoiler Alert*

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So, all of you Supernatural fans out there, tonight is the season finale (as it is scheduled to be). I am on the edge of my seat to see what happens with Sam and Dean. As some of you may know from my earlier posts, I got involved with the show at the end of last year and watched up to the end of season 4 over Christmas break. I was very much enthralled.

Now, they are at the end of the road and must face down the devil. If you’ve been keeping up, over the past season, they have fought the four horsemen of the apocalypse, tangled with the Croatoan virus, met a bevy of gods (little g because they pagans), and have fought with each other to come to this. Tonight, they will face Satan. What will happen as they try to throw him back in the cage that Sam sprung him from. Will they truly be able to do it or will they leave us waiting anxiously for the next season? Silly me, I have already ruined a part of the episode for myself because I read the imdb.com page (don’t read the episode summary unless you want to have something ruined for yourself as well).

As the final minutes and hour up till the “end” count down, I will continue to ponder what is going to happen with this series. Originally, it was slated for only 5 seasons, but with season 6 already promised, it makes me wonder what they might do next. Is Sam really going to be able to trap the devil or is Dean going to have to hunt him in the next season to finish the devil off? Who knows? All I can expect is that this season finale will leave me going “Oh Shit!” just like all the others (hopefully anyway). So, enjoy the show. I know that I will.

Supernatural

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So, a series that came to my attention over Christmas because it was on sale at Wal-Mart and because I am a nerd in a big way when it comes to television shows that deal with the supernatural/sci-fi (Buffy, Dollhouse, Dead Like Me, etc.). However, after watching the first season, I was pleasantly surprised and went out to buy the remaining 3 seasons on DVD.

There are a few things that make this series “watchable” to me. I won’t say that it’s the best series that I’ve ever watched, but overall, it is the fun of the series that makes me attracted to it. The series is about two guys, Sam and Dean Winchester (Brothers), who are on a hunt for the yellow-eyed demon who killed their mother when they were just kids. Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki play these two brothers, and they have amazing chemistry as the older/younger brother thing comes into play quite often. Their banter back and forth while riding in their ’67 Impala or just sitting in a hotel room makes the show enjoyable to anyone who has ever had siblings.

The stories are also very intriguing to myself. They are based in ghost stories, folklore, myth, and legend from all over the globe. They somehow stay true to the heart of these legends while giving it their own spin which gives it credit in my book (because I despise those who misuse legends/myth flippantly).

The thought that went into making the series also astounds me. It is clear after watching the first 4 seasons that there was some real thought put into the whole of the series before the first episode was ever made. They bring several story arcs that seem to be independent of each other back together to create a cohesive whole. Also, the series never ceases to intrigue me because they are constantly pulling new myth and legend together.

Overall, I would have to say that the show is enjoyable and that I would recommend it to anyone that needs to get their “supernatural” fix as it were. So, go grab the DVDs, sit back, and enjoy the show.

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January 27, 2010 at 5:46 pm