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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

"The Ghost of Silver Shoals" And original Story by: Stacey L. Bolin

 
 

The Ghost of Silver Shoals

By: Stacey L. Bolin
Original Story

 

The autumn air of another Halloween night was electric with the scent of a winter snow as the high tide of the ocean made any signs of the beach sand disappear. Olivia’s love for the scent of the ocean air and the sounds of the tides as they made their way in and out twice a day was the reasoning behind her year round stay in her cottage on the small island of Silver shoals. All the tourists had made their way home over the Labor Day holiday, to begin planning their next trip to Vacationland Maine and the island. For many years her friends and family had done their best to convince her to return to the mainland and start a new life, but for Olivia, their requests went on deaf ears as she remained upon the island with a handful of other homeowners with their same love for the salty sea air year round.

For Olivia, living alone on the island, after the passing of her husband, had become her way of life. She had no interest in pursuing a relationship and she had not heard from her only daughter in sometime. She enjoyed the company of her Friend Mini Dupree, which she had met while walking on the shore looking for sea glass. The oddest thing about their friendship - that is the only place the two of them would see or speak to each other. No phone calls, no lunch dates, It was like magic, when Olivia was walking the shores, Mini, would show up every time.  Occasionally she would be graced with a visit from friends and distant relatives from the mainland, as they didn’t mind the idea of having to take a Fairy Boat across 4 miles of unpredictable ocean water – but never did she have a visit from her only daughter.

It was about three in the morning when Olivia hear the sounds of soft knocking at her front door. Never in all her years there had any one come a calling at that late of an hour. She rose up from her bed, put on her slippers and robe and headed towards the front door. The room was filled with darkness that made the sound of her slippers scuffing the floor eerie. Once again, another soft knock was heard upon her front door.

“Just a minute dear,” she responded as her fingers fumbled and were uncooperative for a spell as she struggled to turn on the lamp that was on a small table next to the door. “Sorry it’s taking me so long, I’ll be right with you.”

Just as the lamp illuminated there was another soft knock at the door. Without fear, she opened it expecting it to be the island sheriff with news from the mainland. Much to her surprise, as the door opened and she peered around it, she didn’t see anyone.

“Hello? Hello who’s out there?” she questioned into the darkness as deep icy chill entombed her. “I know I heard something,” she thought to herself as she stood shivering in the door way gazing towards the island tiny village illuminated by a full moon, hoping to get a glimpse of someone walking away, as having a car was rare for people other than the elders, the restaurant owners, and the sheriff. The rest of the residents enjoyed their two and three wheeled bicycles as their mode of transportation.

As she looked closer she noticed her friend Mini, standing in the driveway waving her over. Without a second thought, she stepped out onto her front porch and then walked down the stairs to leave the comforts of her cottage behind her. She felt as if she was being drawn in by a feeling of needed guidance. As she walked closer and closer to town with Mini, she noticed others walking around on the cobblestone main street, but there were no bikes to be seen. Their attire appeared strange to Olivia, some dressed up in their finery, while others wore jeans, shorts and even their bedclothes.

“Glad that you got here safe.” an unknown patron passing by her remarked.

“Thank you. Wait a minute…have we met?” there was no answer. “Do I know you?” she continued to question, but still no reply.

By this time, she began to think that maybe she was just dreaming and looked for a way to wake up from a possible pending nightmare. One by one, faces of people she knew, smiled at her as they walked by. Maybe she was missing her family and this was a sign that it was time to go back to the mainland. As people slowly walked by her, she saw a green glowing mist in the middle of town.  Her breathing became labored as her curiosity continually kept her moving towards it until she came upon a windowless building that had never been on the island for as long as her memory could recall.

“Come on Olivia – wake up?” were the words she could hear in her mind, but the visions would not subside.  The sound of sorrow inducing organ music inside trembled in the night air as she came upon the set of strange, yet hypnotic doors to enter the building. They stood about twelve feet tall and looked to have had been made out strong dark thick solid wood that were embellished with huge lion head door knockers and huge wrought iron scrolling hinges. The movie Robin Hood, with Kevin Costner, immediately filled her senses.  

She felt a need to find out what was behind the doors, but was afraid to touch them.

“What do you think we are doing here Olivia?” questioned Mini, who had been the neighbor who lived two cottages down from her.

“I don’t know Mini. I got a knock on my door and the next thing I knew I was down here with everyone else.

“I got the same knock on my door many years ago. What do you think it means?”

“Well for me, it means that I’m not dreaming.”

Mini laughed, “Yes, I guess so.”

One by one, the people who had been wandering made their way to the doors to stand quietly.

“Do we have everyone?” said a manly voice walking up through the gathered crowd of people. Silence was the reply of yes. “Then let’s begin,” and he slowly opened the dark heavy wooden doors a brilliant white light pierced through the opening space between them. The light was almost blinding, but soft and warm.

“This is what heaven feels like?” said Mini.

***

“Olivia, please wake up?” she said out loud to herself. “Please…wake up!”

Whispering and commotion filled the salty air. She felt disoriented and confused. “Mini what’s happening?”

“Don’t fight it.” She replied with a smile.

“Mom!”

“Mom!?”  Olivia struggled to place the voice, “Mom? It’s Mom!”

“I love you mom, I’m so sorry I was gone so long, please don’t leave me, I’m so sorry.”

Olivia tried to yell out, but only silenced words would expel from her mouth.

It took all of her might to muster the tone and volume to finally scream. It wasn’t until a heavenly feeling of someone’s hands jolted her body to respond to the present world. It was at this very moment that Olivia opened her eyes. .

Olivia looked around to many faces they were with her in the group, some of the people were dressed fancy, while others in jeans and shorts and some even in their bed clothes as they stood around her hospital bed. Family had come from near and far, stopping whatever they were doing and rushed to Olivia’s side when they had gotten the word from the sheriff that she was in the hospital. The sheriff was accustomed to seeing Ms. Olivia during her daily bike ride to the market for fresh seafood, and was rather worried when he realized she had not be in town that day, and on her favorite day – Halloween – clearly something was wrong, He decided to look in upon her and found her on the floor of her home suffering from a head wound from a fall in her kitchen.

“She’s awake! Get the doctor my mom’s awake!”

“Where am I?” Olivia questioned dazed and confused

“You’re in a hospital on the mainland. You suffered from a terrible blow to your skull after a fall in your kitchen.” Said Dr. Hammond, as he took out a green pen light and repeatedly checked Olivia’s eyes for a strong response that caused her to see a temporary green glow that looked misty.

“What about my friend Mini?” You didn’t leave her in the village alone did you?”

“Ma’am?” the Doctor question. “You were brought in to hospital unaccompanied.”

“Mini, my neighbor just two doors down from my cottage, she was entering the building with me before someone pulled me aside. She went in.

“In where? What building?”

“She was going into the windowless building, the one on the island with the tall dark wooden doors that looked like something from the movie Robin Hood. They had huge lion head door Knockers and wrought iron scrolled hinge work on them.”

“I think she means the community building that was connected to the Church before it burned down in the in the early 80’s. Problem with that is that even the community building was demolished and the city clerk’s office is there now. Oddly enough people claim to have seen ghosts of those who lost their lives that day and that had been buried in the cemetery that is still there to this very day.

A nurse interjected and asked the sheriff if he would kindly step out of the room so that she could provide him with some vital information.

“Excuse me for a minute folks.” Remarked the sheriff and he slipped out of the room.

“Ok ma’am, what can I help you with?”

“My name is Gayle, I was a former resident on Silver Shoals, and I lived with my mother on that island.”

“Ok, do you have information about what happened to Ms. Olivia?”

“The nurse let her gaze fall to the floor as she spoke, “My mother’s name is Mini.”

“Ok, let me get an officer out there to check on Ms. Mini and make sure she is ok, maybe there someone on the island that is causing trouble for our ladies out there this Halloween night.”

“No, you can’t do that!” said Gayle as she grabbed the sheriff by his arm before he turned away to expedite his men.

“Why not?” by this time he didn’t know what to think.

“You see sir; the person Ms. Olivia is describing is my mother. We lived in the house two door down from Ms. Olivia.”

“Yes, I am aware of this - that is why I would like to get my men over to the island and make sure she is ok.”

“You can’t do that sir!”

Frustrated he ordered her to tell him the truth as to why she continued to deter his decision. Gayle looked up at the sheriff whipping the tears from her eyes and said my mother died thirty-five years ago to the day. I was just a little girl. She was an organist and was practicing for a funeral that was to be held at the church that night. She thought it was creepy to have a funeral on Halloween, as she worried about what spirits it could wake, but non-the-less, she was always went out of her way on any day and made sure she helped people with their loss. I can still remember a line she said to anyone who would listen to her, that one day, she’d be an angel to help guide people towards the heavenly light.

The sheriff could not believe what he was hearing. “Let me get this straight, Ms. Olivia’s friend is a ghost?

“Yes. Ms. Olivia came in here unresponsive, and my mother was helping her, but Ms. Olivia’s daughter was the only one who could bring her back to the here and now. Halloween on Silver Shoals is known for strange things happening, that why as hospital staff always dread the night of the 31st if it means someone is being brought in from the island.

Just as Gayle had made her comment about dreading October 31st, from a hospital standpoint, a beeping sound came from the sheriff’s watch as the digital display read 12:00AM. He took in an awkward sigh and said, “Well Gayle, no need to worry for another year, it’s now November 1st.

Friday, April 18, 2014

"The Haunted Treeline: Legend of Mr. Witticker"

"The Haunted Treeline"
Legend of Mr. Witticker
An original creation based on a true story written by: Stacey L. Bolin
 
to add sound effects to the story you can open up a second page and click on this link.
 
(Part two)
 
 
The drive was free from the congestion of traffic, that had formed earlier in the day, with people excited to take part in the beautiful weather that mother nature was teasing them with. Mindy and Evan were certain that on a night like this there would be numerous people at the party, which made them someone nervous as they still didn't really know anyone very well.
How shocked they where when they arrived and discovered that there was only one other person, they had not met before, who was already there, everyone else was either a no-show or had expressed that they would be arriving later in the evening. Even the couple who had initially invited them to the first gathering had not arrived.
Mindy and Evan were greeted with a sincere welcome from Jake and his girlfriend Allison, who were the home owners and the hosts of the party. They were quick to introduce them to their friend Michael – Mick for short, who was very personable and no problems carrying on a conversation no matter what the topic was. Immediately they felt the awkwardness of still being new to the group - subside. They opened their folding chairs and placed them among the ring of chairs that circled the fire and made sure they were upwind from the smoke that billowed upward from it. It was actually rather nice to just sit down and talk with everyone, without the endless demands from pushy waitresses for alcohol purchases if they had all gone out to a bar. Here it was just people kicking back with a beer or two, with the exception of Allison, she loved her fruity drinks, just as much a Mindy, but with Mindy having to watch her alcohol intake because of medical issues and being the designated driver, she chose to occasionally take sips from Evan’s beer over the course of the evening.
As they sat, Mindy was intrigued with her surroundings, as this was the first time she was able to see what was around her, because daylight savings time had extended a few more hours in the day. The sun had turned in for the night and the moon shown fresh and bright in a sky colored in lavender, purple, and dark blue hues.
“Wow, would you look at that.”
“Look at what Mindy?” questioned Evan.
“The way the moon looks so spooky just over their house and it’s a full moon at that.”
“You promised Mindy. Don’t go there.”
“Go where?” asked Jake, then took a swig of his beer.
Mindy laughed, “I get inspired to write stories every time there is full moon hanging in the night sky or when there is a heavy rain beating down hard on the rooftop.”
“I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if she is sitting there right now and her mind is trying to figure out what kind of story she can create from all of us just sitting here around a bonfire. Gotta be careful around my lady – she’s a writer and she just might find a way to throw you into one of her stories.” Evan explained and then laughed his truthful comment off as if it were a joke. Mindy just ginned.
“So Mindy…what kind of story would be coming into your mind…if you were to write about us?” Jake asked, with the hopes that she was already in mid idea and that he and his friends were a part of it.
“With the way the moon looks just over the rooftop of your house, no other lights on, just the light of the fire illumination just the faces of the people gathered round it…”she was quickly interrupted by Evan as he blurted out;
“A man hanging out in the dark tree line seeks an answer!”

 
“Seriously Evan? Seriously?” Mindy replied with a mixed tone of surprise and disappointment. “You ass!” she thought. She couldn’t believe that he had casually brought up some of the legend of Mr. Witticker after asking her never to say anything since these people lived only a short distance away from where the horrific event took place. Jake, Allison, and Mick just looked at the two of them, almost waiting for a fight to ensue.
 
“What?” I just was having fun.” Said Evan while wearing a look of innocence as if he had not said nor done anything wrong.
“Now whose nuts…Evan?”
“It’s all good.” Evan took another drink from his beer and quickly asked Mick what he did for a living, to get all eyes looking at anyone other than him.
The conversations were relaxing and tended to revolve around teenagers and their inability to socialize one on one because of their high dependency for their multimedia phones and applications. Mindy laugh to herself as she watched Allison sending a couple message on her phone to inquire who was still coming to the party –she was oblivious to the conversation or why Jake was laughing at her, when she looked up and saw that all eyes were on her.
“What? What are you looking at?” She said with a beautiful smile.
Mick smiled and said, “it’s nothing babe, go back to your phone.”
As they began to engage in some playful banter, two more guess had arrived. Allison once again was quick with the introductions, but for some reason her friends, gave both Mindy and Evan the impression that they may not have been as comfortable as Mick had been, with new faces in the mix.
They sat on the far side of the fire pit, and engaged in occasional yet minimal conversation unless Allison had gone over like she had a few times during the night, to talk to them, but just quiet enough that not all of their conversation could be heard. Mindy, began to feel uneasy when she noticed the hand jesture that she had made when talking about Evan, just a few hours earlier. It was at that moment that she couldn't find the ability to want to be overly cordial, whether what they were talking about was about her or not - her gut instinct was telling her, that any kind of close friendship stemming from meeting them would probably never happen and not because she didn’t try, they would probably feel Mindy's uneasiness about her. If Mindy had her way, she'd see to it that none of them would every know she suffers from a traumatic stress disorder from an assault while she was in  the military and that  keeping her guard up when trusting strangers was only one of many things that made Mindy who she was.  
As the night grew deeper into the hours on the clock, the topics began to swirl around sex or something sexual, like a person would hear if they were at a bar with a bunch of single military personnel – even though it’s not appropriate, someone always has to take the conversation down gutter lane. Mindy and Evan, being prior military, had heard it all and there wasn’t much in the way that would offend them. Mindy on occasion like to share her happiness that she married a cowboy and that it was nice to know she was the only one occupying his range, but not boast or brag, she just loved to make Evan blush when she could. Everyone, except the two female guests, had something crazy to share, but nothing was so profane, at that moment, that a person felt it was time to leave.
At the party, Allison’s kids were also still home and had a friend over to entertain them. They were having a blast playing hide-n-seek, and once in a while when their mother wasn’t aware, they would go in the house and play video games. For Mindy and Evan, they took great joy in the notion that while these kids were younger and the parents often worried what they were doing or getting into, they didn’t have too, as their kids were off doing their own thing – and that was a whole different set of worries.
As the kids took a break, one of the children decided that he wanted to roast a marshmallow over the fire. He was a very polite little boy who was quick at getting his marshmallow toasted to a burn.
“You guys having fun in the wood line?” asked Evan.
“Yep” the child replied as he watched the flame burn the outside of his sweet skewered treat.  
“You know there is a ghost that roams those woods…don’t you?”
“Evan!” exclaimed Mindy, “don’t scare him.”
“I’m not scared.” Said the boy, while trying to eat the melting mess he had created. “What ghost are you talking about.” He then asked rather inquisitively.
“The one armed man.”
Allison just shook her head it wasn’t true when the boy looked at his mother.
“What about a one armed man?” the boy asked.
“It’s nothing,” Allison chimed in.
“I’m not scared mom.”
Evan continued with his story, “Years ago, it happened right down there.”
“At the Bowling Alley?” questioned the boy, "That's weird."
“Yes, you see, these houses were not here, it was nothing but woods and thicket. The Bowling Alley was built just down the hill on the main road and it was the most popular spot to take a date, hang with friends, or learn a new sport. They would have special events and dances and parents knew that it was a place where all the teenagers hung out on a Friday and Saturday night, and was safe. The legend has it, in 1956 Mr. Witticker, Mr. Gavin Witticker to be exact, was not only the builder, but also the owner of the Midway Bowling Alley. He had always heard that if a small town had a Bowling Alley in it, then it would be on a map and draw in outside customers to local shops and businesses.  He was in his mid-twenties and for years had been known as the youngest single entrepreneur with a grand business sense that eventually put the little town of Neewollah on the map.  He wanted to create a place where people could hang out as a family, a hot spot for teens and even a place where grandma and grandpa could continue with the excitement of being on a league like they had been on in years past, at other locations, before retiring and moving to town.
“That’s not scary.” The boy replied with a voice that mimicked his body language that clearly displayed that he was getting bored with the story and was ready to go back and play with his friends.
“Let me finish. It gets even better.” Evan continued, “One Friday night the house was packed with all kinds of people trying to get that perfect 300 game. Something, or should I say, someone caught Gavin’s eye as he walked passed lane 15. A beautiful sight like none he had ever seen before. He was immediately drawn to this beauty.
“Hi I’m Gavin.” He said nervously wondering if she’d pay him any attention.
“Hi Gavin.” She said with a smile as she looked up at him with her sparkling baby blue eyes.
“What’s your name?”
“Charlene.”
“A beautiful name just right for a beautiful lady.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” She blushed.
“Charlene, are you seeing anyone?”
“No, I just moved here from two towns over, so I don’t really know anyone yet.”
“Would you like to join me for something to eat at the food bar over there?”
The young ladies she had been bowling with began to tee-he and chuckle.
“Yes, I would love to join you.” She turned to her friends and smiled as she got up and walked away with him.
“Have fun Charlene,” the girl all said in unison.
Gavin and Charlene walked up to the food bar both nervous that they were strangers to one another – strangers who clearly had an interest in one another as well.
The boy had clearly heard enough, though so it appeared, and excused himself from the making of both his burnt marshmallows and Evan’s story to play hide-n-seek with his friends near the woods. You could see the disappointment in Evan’s face that he had not enticed the child to want to sit and listen to the rest of the growing plot.
Just then a large figure took shape in the darkened tree line. The kids came screaming across the yard yelling for their parents that they needed to do something – there was someone out there.
“Maybe they should  have listened to the rest of my story.” Evan smirked.
“Jake can you see anything…I don’t” Allison remarked while trying to focus in on the location that the kids claimed a stranger was standing just past the reach of the moon light.
Allison somewhat nervous that there was the possibility of an unwanted guest immediately demanded an answer, “You’re making this shit up! Aren’t you Evan? You’re just trying to put a scare in us.” She tried to laugh through her concern. Before he could answer, her boyfriend quickly interjected.
“Sweetie calm down, I think your fruity drinks are making you fruity, and you’re probably a little upset that the people you invited to be here, not all of them could make it. It’s no big deal, it doesn’t matter how many are here, and we are all still having fun and there is plenty more great weather days to light this fire pit up.”
“What’s going ON…WHO’S OUT THERE!?” she screamed out.
Mindy leaned over in her chair and whispered to Evan, “Now I know why you didn’t want me to say anything, it freaks people out. Are you going to tell them what happened to Mr. Witticker and what they don’t know about their property?”
“Tell us what?” Allison asked, “What aren’t you tell us?”
 
(To be continued)
 
 
How inappropriate of me, today is good Friday and many of you are spending time with your families. So I will wait until next Monday, instead of this afternoon to post the rest of the story.
 
Happy Easter Everyone.
 
Come back Monday and get the rest of the story – I dare you! 
 
 

Thursday, September 19, 2013

What's in your basement????

It's that time of year again - Tell me your favorite things about Halloween/Fall as it's story time again. I know I haven't been up on my writing these day, but as soon as our heat wave broke, and the leaves started changing and this glorious cold air came over us - that want to write those spooky stories hit me. WAAA WHOO IT'S ALMOST FALL AGAIN! So, I'm looking for those must have spooky true story about something you've seen? Do you have a ghost that haunts the basement of your house? Maybe you know of  some type of legend that follows along the lines of something of paranormal sorts. I want to hear about it.
 
To get you in the write mode (yes pun intended) here is a little something to get your mind ready for Halloween and all the spooky stories we can dream up.
 
 
 
 

Friday, October 19, 2012

"The Floater" - Spooky Ghost Stories



12 Days until Halloween

Happy Friday ya'll! I have got to send a bit shout out to all that read my story yesterday. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for your positive replies. I am so humbled. I have to be honest - the more I write these spooky tales, the more jumpy I get. You should see me when the house phone rings. TO FUNNY! I guess I should turn some lights on and turn the spooky music off when I write. Plus I am sure the glow of the computer screen in the dark doesn't help. The story I am working on for next week is what really has me spooked. With the full moon in just a few days and Halloween around the corner it has me thinking that maybe I should wear my garlic and a few rounds of silver bullets - course the silver bullets won't help because I don't own a gun. Smile.
Well tonight is the opening night to our Halloween Happening Haunted Barn and Hay Ride. I know that I should be getting my costume ready, and I have motherly things to get done as well today, but for some reason I felt that I must get today’s blog out early. So I have chosen another one of those stories that you the reader must figure out - did it really happen or is it a work of fiction.  It will be a short story, but still just as spooky. Have a wonderful start to your weekend and I'll blog you later.




"The Floater"
By Stacey L. Bolin

Music to accompany the story.

The full moon had cast a pale light bestowing life to the shadows of the trees and the tall grasses in the field that surround the little shingled single story house that sat upon the hill.  Everyone is fast asleep while the night wind dances with the fallen leaves on the ground and blows them past her partially open window. The smell of the autumn air is a comfort to her as she sleeps and she dreams and how she can dream, oh to live in the world of all those wonderful things in an eight year old mind. The sound of the swooshing leaves brings her from a blissful sleep to the darkness of the night world that she is afraid off. The room feels deathly cold and her attention becomes drawn to the desk at the foot of her bed. A blurry glow is looking for something. Her throat becomes tight with fear. She tries to yell out to her mother, but her words are frozen inside her. Her eyes grow wide as the blur opens the top drawer to her desk. The blurry glow begins to take form that makes her believe it is her mother - she is no longer afraid.

"Mom why are you in my desk?" Her innocent voice asks.

The image of a woman with piercing eyes - not her mother - rises up at the foot of her bed, glowing brighter and larger and becomes very angry.

She doesn't want to look at it anymore. She puts her pillow over her head and quickly yanks the covers over her entire body.  She shakes with an icy panic-stricken chill rushing throughout her body; she is frightened by what she has seen. An forceful adrenaline wants her body to dart out of the room screaming for help - but her body will not listen to her mind as she lays entombed with fear. She detests the feeling of the covers over her head - she is claustrophobic, but she fears the glow more. She lay motionless for the rest of the night.

The next morning she cautiously approaches the desk - the drawer is open. She goes out into the kitchen to ask her mother why was she going through her desk late last night, to which her mother’s reply’s - "I wasn't."

She is bound with the chilling fear once more.