The last of the ghost story. The finale. The end.
Though, maybe not forever? This was a fun story to write and hopefully you enjoyed reading it as much as Revis and I enjoyed writing it… And maybe we’ll have to visit Jake again in the future. Who knows what kind of trouble me might get into.
Here we are, my friends. We’re at the end of our tale. Matticus and I would like to thank all of you who have taken the time to read our words. Hopefully, you enjoyed them.
Jake couldn’t take his eyes off his father’s spirit, which had shot out of his body and was flying at the demon Mocregork. It was still hard for him to focus those eyes of his because of the bump he took to the head, but he saw the two supernatural entities clearly. He watched as his father’s spirit disappeared into the demon. He watched as Mocregork began flailing around. He brought his hands back up over his ears as the demon let loose another unearthly howl of pain.
“Jake,” said a voice inside his head. “This is your father. You’re probably wondering why you’re still hearing my voice even though I’m not with you anymore…
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I was talking with Goldy (https://fishofgold.net/) the other day and we came up with the idea of trying to do a photo prompt to get ourselves back into writing a bit more and to try and engage with others in the blogosphere a bit more too. So, here we are. A photo. And the prompt? Write whatever you want, whatever the photo inspires. I’ll try to do something like this on a regular basis.
Play along if you want and tag your post into the comments so I can read your words as well.
My own response is below.
I was hopeful that the change was made before the wooden stairs fell apart. Can you imagine?
Step, step, step, nothing.
You can’t see the mismatch from the top where we started. And there’s no warning (Watch your step. Proceed with caution. That last step is a doozy…) just the sudden jarring change from old to new.
Not that the newer one, the metal one, felt much safer. The cliffs were crumbling before our eyes and the roar of the breakers, constantly churning the beach, filled our ears.
In time, more of the stairs will fall. It is inevitable. I hope nobody is on them when they do. Can you imagine?
Step, step, step, nothing…
And after a delay entirely of my own doing… Here’s some more ghost story goodness for your enjoyment. Now, excuse while I go get started on part 13.
Another installment of A Ghost Story? Yes, please!!!
“You will soon regret your bravado,” the demon hissed.
Hearing a voice that evil coming from his mom was unsettling, especially when it was directed at him. Jake almost regretted his statement. The only reason he didn’t was because he hadn’t made it. Not consciously, at least. To be honest, he didn’t even know what was said. It was like the other words his father made him say.
Sharing a mind with his dead father was another thing that was unsettling him at the moment, especially after his father took control, mumbled a bunch of gibberish, and taunted a demon.
“Don’t worry,” a reassuring voice told him. “This isn’t the first time I’ve fought a demon.”
Flashes of a memory that wasn’t his played in his mind. Feelings of rage and terror flooded through him. Fire and darkness originally dominated the vision…
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We’ve made it to part 10. Dive in and enjoy.
Hey everyone! It’s that time again. It’s time for the next chapter in the story written by Matticus and I. We hope you enjoy!
The spectral hand moved closer and Jake prepared himself for the inevitable choking that was to come. That choking never came, though. At the last second, the hand veered away from his throat and touched the wound on his forehead from the door crashing into it. Jake thrashed as it felt like his head was on fire. His scream of pain echoed inside his skull. Then, as quickly as it came, it was gone.
Tentatively, Jake reached up and felt where the wound was. It was gone. His vision cleared, allowing him to see the ghost clearly for the first time. This one didn’t appear as menacing as the other ones did. In fact, he looked rather normal, kind of like the dead Jedi in the…
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