Good Morning Everybody!
How are you this fine sunny wintery morning in April? I wish I knew what
was up with this weather - it's like a great mystery thriller - you never know
what is coming next. So in keeping with the crazy weather and the mystery of -
"Who keeps stealing spring", I've come up with a story that actually
was inspired by my husband while we were at a party with friends. Now remember,
as you read this, it is based on true life events, so that I could embellish it
and make it twistedly spooky, just like I like it, OK, and I just couldn't help myself. My
husband always says to people – “Be careful what you say and do, my wife’s a
writer.” Enjoy.
The Haunted Treeline
The Legend of Mr. Witticker
Original
Story based on true life events and written by: Stacey L. Bolin
A warm Saturday afternoon early in the month
of April steadily descended as the sun slowly began retreating from the sky. For most of the day the Mercury inside a house
thermometer was doing its best to grasp onto the line that said 81 degrees,
while the temperatures outside were slipping into something a little cooler. It
was days like this that were more than welcome after the horrendous winter that
had captured the sleepy little town of Neewollah and continued to linger long after
the first day of spring – winter just didn't seem to want to end.
Mindy and Evan Cooper had made most of their
day, at a flea market trying to sell the needless things that in years past,
they thought they had to have. They knew
that it wasn’t going to reap them the big bucks that everyone thinks their
items are worth, but to them having more space in their little house and two
and a half car garage, meant more to them than any amount of money. Mindy, a stay-at-home mother of two and an aspiring
novelist had worked all winter going through old boxes stored high in the attic
and all the closets that appeared to be bulging at the hinges. Her new look on
life and the future that lay ahead for her family, had her instill a new mind
set – she could only keep what would fit in the largest sized U-Haul truck when
they planned on moving in the fall of 2015 – everything else had to go.
The flea market ended by two o’clock and
Mindy had done just what she set out to do – she got rid of it all and was
going home with nothing. Evan was ecstatic, as in years past when they had
attempted to sell their wares before, they always somehow ended up with what
seemed like more than what they had brought in the first place. It was a great feeling to be on their way
before the seventy-five other vendors did their best to get off the grounds
before a long line of cars begun to form. Their plans were to go home, watch
some movies, take a shower and then go out for the evening. Both of their
children had plans to be out of the house, that same night, to hang with
friends, and so Mindy and Evan decided to accept an invitation to a
"Kicking Spring into Gear" bonfire with new friends they had met a
few weeks earlier.
As Mindy finished the final touches to her
eye-shadow and lipstick, her mind suddenly plagued her with a question that
offered her no answer, but she knew who to ask to get one.
"Evan, do you think I should bring a
coat or a light jacket?" Said Mindy, while on her hands and knees, as she
spoke through the upstairs floor vent that was directly over the couch where
Evan sat, while watching TV, as he waited for a pair of his dark jeans to finishing
drying. She was never good at deciding on things when it came to the right
thing to wear. Some days she’d wear too much and be hot, other times she’d be
cold and there wouldn’t be a sweat-shirt or jacket to be found. Eventually she
learned to keep things like this in her car for those, just-in-case-I-need-it
moments.
"You might want to, with the crazy weather
lately, you never know." He replied, never taking his eyes off the movie
that he was watching. As Mindy came down the stairs about ten minutes later the
sound of buzzer on the dryer immediately triggered Evan to shout out,
"They're finally done! Waa Whooo! HOT JEANS FOR ME!"
"You’re funny." Mindy said with a
smile. "What are we going to do for dinner? We don't really need to be
there until 7 o'clock."
"You read my mind," Evan replied
with a chuckle to his voice, "I was just thinking the very same thing.
What do you think about Subway?"
"Sounds great, babe, I could go for a
great tasting sub right about now."
“Then Subway it is. Let’s grab what we need
and get-ta going.”
They got themselves together and filled a
small Coleman cooler with a six pack of Bud Light packed in plenty of ice, and
then headed out the door. It was strange for the both of them to be off alone
for an evening out together. For years
it seemed that everywhere they went it was always with their children or their
plans would end up being cancelled because they couldn't find a babysitter, but now that both
their boys were teenagers and both had a license and their own vehicles – Mindy
and Evan had the freedom like they once had when they first married.
As they sat in the Subway eating their
sandwiches the sounds of a baseball game being broad casted from a local AM radio
station filled the quiet moments when their mouths were filled with food. It
was obvious to the employees of the establishment that they enjoyed each
other’s company as they talked about the notion that this summer was going to
be quite the test, as both of their kids would be out west. Their oldest son
had scored an employment opportunity while the youngest was going to be spending time
with relatives and this would be his last free summer before graduating high school.
Mindy and Evan would get their first crack at being Empty-Nester's. It wasn’t
something they feared, but it would shake up the daily routines that they had
followed for the past twenty years. They laughed and joked with one another and
clearly lost all track of time until Mindy looked up at the clock on the wall.
"Its 7:16, I think we’re going to be
late Evan."
"Oh well, it happens. I'm ready to go if
you are?"
"Yep, I'm done. I was having so much fun
talking about our summer that I forgot we were supposed to be somewhere."
she said in a compassionate voice.
"Me too. With the time change, I'm all
messed up when the sun is still in the sky after six at night."
They cleaned their table and pushed in their
chairs and headed out to their truck. The air outside was just right, not to hot,
not to cold. It couldn't get any more perfect than it was at that very
moment. The entire drive they rode with
the windows down and the sunroof open. Mindy loved to let her hand surf the
wind just over the backup mirrors. It was something she had loved to do ever
since she was a small child.
"You know Evan, this is excellent
driving weather. Wanna keep going?" she said jokingly.
"I wish." He said with a big smile,
"But we have a party to get to. We'll have plenty of time to do big drives this
summer."
"I can't wait." Then she took a deep
breathe in, sighed and said, “I love this kind of evening air it's so relaxing, but I'm also glad we are getting out of the house to do something together and I really hope this party is as much fun as the last
one.”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Evan questioned rather
puzzled she’d say such a thing.
“It’s a full moon and if anything is going to
go wrong, it would be on a night of a full moon.” She said in her mysterious reader
voice and then started to laugh in her best witches cackle.
“You’re a nut” Evan chuckled again. He clearly loved those witty
ways about her, he couldn’t explain them, but he loved them just the same.
“Evan, do you think they know the story about
Mr. Witticker?” a chill raced up her back. Just saying the name still haunted
her and the memories of what she was told when she was a young child.
Evan shook his head in disbelief that Mindy
would go as far as bringing up such a horrific story that still has never been
proven. “For their sake, I hope not,” he said rather tensely, “Let’s just have
a good time and not make this a ghost story telling bonfire. Can you promise me
that much?”
“I guess so, but they live so close to where
it all happened…”
(To be continued…April 17, 2015)
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