The Visitor

Angus Pembleton just plopped his 75 year old arse down in his favourite chair. He was going to watch Wheel of Fortune while eating his favourite tv dinner; Salisbury steak, mashed potato and corn. He knew it wasn't good for him at his age, but to hell with the doctors. He had lived his life his way for three quarters of a century.

"Emma," he called. "It's starting."

Emma, his wife of 55 years and just as spry as her husband, yelled back from the kitchen, "Be right there."

That's when the angel fell through their roof.

She came crashing through the ceiling with such force that she hit the floor by the tv and took that out too, right into the basement. Angus sat there stunned and didn't utter a word, until the tv set which sat at the edge of the hole toppled over into the basement.

"Well, now," he muttered under his breath as he stood up. Emma came rushing in from the kitchen to check on her husband.

"What happened?" she inquired.

"One of those space gizmos must of fallen from orbit," he said as he cautiously approached the edge of the gaping hole in his dining room. His wife warned him to be careful and he shrugged her off. He looked down and saw the angel lying in a crater in his basement and his eyes widened in pure amazement. She was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen.

The angels eyes opened, and she gazed up at him. She struggled at first to get up and when she did, her wings folded back and seemed to meld with her back.

"Where am I?" she asked him.

"Freeport, Kansas," he replied. "Home of Hogbacks," he added.

Ticket to Shift

There was a knock at the door.

Max's eyes opened and on reflex he went for his pistols. Taking a second to assess that there was no immediate threat. Max relaxed. 

The knock at the door again.

Max got up and glanced around the apartment. He strolled over to the heater and cranked it up a notch; his body felt the tendrils of cold. Autumn was definitely here. He went to the door and peered into the spyhole, shook his head. He saw a familiar face staring back at him. He unlocked and opened the door, started heading for the kitchen.

"Morning Max," Angst said. She knew it was too early in the morning but Max was usually up anyways doing some meditation thing. She hoped that she hadn't disturbed him. She followed him into the kitchen where he flicked on the coffee maker; the black nectar begin to flow.

"Angst," Max acknowledged. "What brings you sauntering into my neck of the woods?"

He brought down three cups from the cupboard and placed them on the counter.

"The Mainline," she replied. She removed her jacket and hung it on the chair, took a seat and brought up her sling-bag. Set it before her, started rummaging around the pom-poms stuffed inside. "I just want your opinion on what I should do with this."

She took out a scratch ticket and put it on the table. Max picked it up and he nodded his head. He gave her back the ticket.

"By guns, lots of 'em," he told her whimsically. 

She laughed a sweet laugh, much like a warm breeze on an autumn day.

Dusk Fight

The autumn sun was dying, bleeding daylight away until the sky was dark and full of holes. Max sat in the car, the dial turned to an oldies station. The music drowning out the thumping that was coming from the trunk of the car.

Maggie emerged from the woods, moving with the grace of a leaf fluttering with the wind. She made no sound, but she was moving quite fast. She appeared at the driver-side window.

"The information is correct," she reported. "The men are inside the cabin, waiting for the transfer point, and they still have her locked up."

Max turned the radio off, and slid out of the car. He went back to the trunk and opened it. Inside a skinny runt of a lad looked up, fearful at first, as if he was going to get capped. 

"Get lost," Max told the fellow.

The lad crawled out of the trunk and looked at Max and then Maggie, who was dressed in a blood red body suit. She had a katana strapped to her back.

"You're not going to kill me?" the man asked.

"Well, if you are not out of my sight in 33 seconds then I might," Max told him.

And on that note the lad fled down the road, careful not to look behind.

Faux Blog

journal from Ghostbloggers: Who You Gonna Blog?

5:40pm
Wednesday
Was I Exorsized?
by captain_entenille

Man I have had this terrible incident that had happened. And I really don't know what the heck happened to me in the first place... but let me tell you soon as I came home I had to shower.

Okay so like this girl comes up to me this afternoon and tells me that she is here to help me. And I am like you can have anything you want babe. She proceeds to tell me that there is something inside me that needs to be free. And I am like sure babe, whatever, lets get a room somewhere or we can do it in the alleyway if she wants.

Well, the she says she needs my chi for something freaky, I told her that I ain't into that kind of shit and was about to walk away and suddenly she lies her hands on my shoulder and I feel all week inside.
She calls over to her friend, Max, he steps out of the shadows and has a gun aimed for my head and man I know my day was gone to shit.
Max asks her if I'm okay. And she tells him that there is something dark at work. Whatever that means... but I guess that meant that I was going to get it one way or the other.
I tell them that I am just on my way home from doing some errands. And the girl looks into my eyes and I feel all paralyzed inside. She tells me to close my eyes and open my mouth, and there's nothing much I could do but comply.
That's when I felt like a breath of air was escaping from my lungs. She says to Max, there he is, and than whammo Max fires off his cannon. When I opened my eyes, I could see them standing there looking at me and at some brown ichor along the wall, other than the stain in my pants.
Max turns to me and says something for me to beat it. and I do.

Man there are some weird people out in the world. It's a good thing they didn't want to mug me since I had just cashed my check and was about to pay some bills.