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Ghost Town Part One

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I knew it was bad the moment I drove into the town. I felt it wash over me like an ocean wave. Still, I didn’t want to admit it yet so I stayed optimistic and held onto the hope that I was wrong. It was a small down in West Virginia and there were reports of strange things happen, things that usual led to one conclusion but I wanted to confirm it first.

For those who don’t know me, I’m Wes Parker and I hunt monsters for a living because I am a paladin. I’m strong, fast, I can erase memories and I am extremely good looking. Especially with my leather jacket and my badass motorcycle.

It was a cold fall day and the clouds were preventing the sun from showing its face. It was fine to me, though, because either way it was going to be an awful next couple of days. I won’t get ahead of myself yet, however, because I could be mistaken—I usually wasn’t.

Even though the town was small it was still very nice. There were white picket fences, perfectly green grass and the creepiest cemetery that I have ever seen in my entire life, and I have seen some scary stuff. I pulled up next to it and felt a shiver run up my spine.

A teenager, maybe 14 years old, was riding by on his bicycle. He obviously saw that I was stopped and pulled up next to me.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” I replied.

“You lost?”

“Not yet.”

“What you looking at?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “This place gives me the creeps.”

“It gives everybody the creeps. It’s haunted.”

Great. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. They say if you go in there after midnight you can hear all of the screams.”

“Who are they?”

“I don’t know, everybody.”

He sat on his bike staring at me. I looked out of the corner of my eye and he seemed disappointed.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked.

“The problem is that I do,” I said.

He nodded his head.

“I have to get home,” he told me.

“OK,” I replied. He then left.

Even though the kid pretty much confirmed what I had already thought, knew was more like it, I liked to think that it wasn’t true. But it was.

Ever since I had learned I was a paladin there is one thing that I realized I hate above all others, except for werewolves, and that is ghosts. I would rather deal with all three of the Terrible Three—the witch sisters I stopped about a month ago—than with one ghost. They can travel through objects, pick things up, possess people, and there is nothing I can do to stop them. I can’t hit them with any type of material and there is nothing I can do to block them.

Now dealing with one ghost can be quite a hassle, especially since the only way to get rid of one is to trap it in this little box that I had created and then put it in a chamber in a basement. Just kidding, that would be way too cool. The only way to get rid of them—the non-murderous ones at least—is to figure out what they want. For the ones that are really violent you have to perform an exorcism. It’s spoken in Latin and you need something of theirs to perform it. It is very difficult and I always mess it up.

Sometimes when I find out about a ghost I won’t investigate because they are just causing mischief and won’t hurt anybody. Mainly I just didn’t want to do it. This one I had to because there were a lot of reports and someone died already, which meant they were violent. Plus if I was correct, which again I always am, there was more than one.

Something moved in the distance in the cemetery. I knew what it was before I saw it. A lot of times ghosts looked pretty normal, just like you or me, but sometimes they looked like they were torn apart and were rotting for years. Basically they looked like monsters. Go figure.

It was kind of hard to see considering how far away it was but they started moving towards me, quickly. It had long greasy hair, it looked like parts of its skin was rotting, and it was missing an arm. I could stand there and put up a fight but that would just end up with me dead.

I twisted the handle to put the bike in motion, but by the time I started moving the ghost had already reached me…

Ghost Town: Part One

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