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14 May 2007 @ 07:58 pm
Original Fiction "A Day Like Any Other Day"  
Hi everyone.

So I got this plot bunny from my six year old who came running out of her room this morning and told me there were ghosts in her room.

She's been playing this game for about a week now but this morning it finally hit me.

So here's a little piece of original fiction from me.

I know it's not BJ but you might want to read it if this is your thing.

Thanks!!!

Title: A Day Like Any Other Day
Genre: Supernatural/Horror
POV: First Person

Summary: What if there really were a handful of people who could see and talk to the dead? What would their day be like?






I hate the sunny days.

We live in Washington fucking state.

It should rain every day. But it's been sunny every single day for the past two weeks.

That's late summer for you.

I get up and locate some clothes. Perfect! My super baggy overalls, the kind that can fit two and a half of me in there, and a tiny t-shirt should do the trick.

Rushing out of the house, I ignore the thing sitting at the table.

I can talk to him later. I know what he wants. It's what they all want.

Closure.

Well, its closure might have something to do with me this time.

I hightail it onto the road and start walking. The Falls are always nice this time of the morning. As I walk along the road, birds cheerily chirping everywhere, I notice the thing is back, the one that had been at the kitchen table.

"Don't follow me."

"You have to talk to me," it says.

"Whatever," I shoot back, not looking at it.

The thing stops in the middle of the street.

"I'll still be here when you get back!" it screams.

Oh don't I know.

"You're much too cynical for someone your age," it screams at me.

Tell me about it.

The story of my life.

Well, what I've lived of it. If you call that living, that is.

The day is getting hotter as I walk along the road. It's also getting more crowded as all the cars pass alongside of me. Cars filled with tourists, going off to do their touristy-type things.

They're also working on the road.

Again.

As I pass the crewmen, some of them wave to me. I wave back.

I see one of them who doesn't belong. His clothes are dirty, and his face looks like its seen too much.

It probably has.

Pneumatic power drill accidents are not pretty things.

I try to pass by it quickly but it continues to wave at me. I must make my escape.

It doesn't work as he approaches me.

"Please, I need to tell my wife something. Could you get a message to her?" it asks me.

"Sure, okay," I say.

After the thing tells me what his beloved needs to know, I really do make my escape.

I should charge rates.

After I leave the road crew behind, I decide it would be better to just hitch the rest of the way to the Falls. All these tourists with their happy families?

I should get picked up by someone in no time. Or one of the locals who know me.

As I stick my thumb out, a car stops immediately. A nice Lexus. One of those pretty greens. The guy rolls down the window and looks at me. "Where you going?"

"The Falls," I shrug.

"Hop in," he smiles.

He seems like a nice guy.

I sit in front with him.

After all, the backseat has that thing in it.

"You shouldn't take rides from strangers," it says.

"Yeah, don't I know it."

"Look what he did to me. Raped me and left me for dead in the middle of the woods," it says.

"Sucks to be you," I sneer.

I think I've perfected the sneer over the years.

"Um...who are you talking to?" the guy says, laughing nervously while he says it.

"The lady in back you killed and left for dead in the woods a year ago. Did I get that right?" I ask as I turn around in my seat.

The guy turns a few shades of pale. Not dead-pale. I know what that color looks like.

"The dead don't lie," I say as I look at him straight in the face.

I like to sound ominous sometimes. They take me more seriously.

"How did you?" he stutters out.

God, this guy might actually wet his pants.

"Like I care. You think I'm gonna run to the police? Like they'd believe me. Just," and I love this part as I lean over, "I know and you know. Oh and it knows too," I say as I point to the back.

He stops the car pretty quick and pushes me out. Of course, it's a terribly curvy road and I guess he was pretty spooked cause the next thing I know, he crashes into one of the big evergreens on the side of the road.

"Great. Now he's dead and he'll want something from me too," I say to the thing on the side of the road who also vacated the car with me.

"Can you get a message to my parents? Let them know where I am in the woods. Where my remains are," it says.

"Yeah sure. I charge by the hour though," I laugh.

"You're very sardonic for someone as young as you," it says.

"Fuck, do you guys get together or what?" I shoot out.

I'll get the message to her parents. I always do.

It's a crapshoot whether they'll believe me or not though.

I look over at the tree the guy just crashed into. The guy never comes out of the car.

Maybe he'll make it.

I walk on and come to the Falls finally. If you go down the back path, the one that goes through the power plant, you can come right out to the bottom of the falls, where the river meets the cascading water.

It's very quiet here and no one bothers me.

I hear someone clear their throat.

Well, almost.

I forgot about the accident last week after every Tom, Dick and Harry came out from Seattle to ride down the river.

"Hey," the thing said.

Fuck, the cooler was still strapped to its leg.

"I was dragged under," it continued.

"I know, you idiot. You had the cooler strapped to your ankle and the undertow took you...welll..under. Didn't your mommy ever tell you about how not to strap anchors to yourself when in the water?" I mock.

"I was kinda tanked at the time," it says.

"So I figured. You could be the poster child for why you shouldn't drink and go down a raging river at the same time. Too bad you're dead though. What do you want?"

"Do you mock everyone you meet?" it asks. It almost sounds hurt.

"Only the dead ones."

"It's about my girlfriend," it says.

Here we go again.

I really need to charge rates.

It's finally time for me to go home and this time one of the locals picks me up.

A live one, thankfully.

"Did you hear about the guy that drove into the tree?" Danny asks me.

"Yeah, he must've been spooked by a deer or something," I shrug.

"Go figure. He's still alive though. He confessed to killing that girl who disappeared a year ago. Told them where to find the body and everything," Danny says jumping up in his seat.

"Yeah?"

Well, that saves me a trip.

I walk into the house and see the thing at the table again. "Hi Grandpa."

"I'm worried about you," it says.

"Worried about me?" I have to laugh as I drink straight from the carton. "You're the one who's dead. Died fishing on the river."

"Don't drink from the carton," it says.

"Why? I'm gonna give everyone my cooties?" I say.

"You're much too cynical for someone so young," it says, for the hundredth time this month.

"Yeah, yeah I know," I say as I pull out an apple.

"Who were you talking to baby?" my mom says as she walks in.

"Hi mom, just myself, you know..."

"Did you hear the news?"

"News? What news?" I ask. Somehow, I have a bad feeling about this. It's confirmed though when I look out at the porch.

"Big plane crash out at SeaTac," she says as she starts to prepare dinner.

Big brother decides to come in at that moment and start to taunt me. "They say at least one-hundred-fifteen are dead," he whispers into my ear.

"Really?" I look out the window and on our porch.

I count one-hundred-twelve.

I can see the looks on all their faces. They want something. They always want something. Whether it's to confess who their killer is or who they killed, where the secret stash of cash was, or just one more 'I love you.'

They always wanted something.

I stare out at all the faces of the people on my porch, all pushing into one another.

My day just got a little bit weirder.

I should make them take a number.

"Life's a bitch and then you crash in a plane, ya know?" I say.

"Oh honey," my mom says as she shakes her head. "Grandpa always said you were much too cynical for someone your age."

Yeah, and he still does.

Maybe he's right.

Afterall, I'm only eight.



The End


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Bluemchenkaffee: 308 j flirtybluemchenkaffee on May 15th, 2007 07:42 pm (UTC)
Wow - an original story from you!
I loved it and I want to read more. Maybe you could write a sequel? Please?!?

"Look what he did to me. Raped me and left me for dead in the middle of the woods," it says.

"Sucks to be you," I sneer.

I think I've perfected the sneer over the years.


Just great!!

Susanne
Maria: TCM Death Lives Hereslave_o_spike on May 15th, 2007 09:55 pm (UTC)
I was thinking about writing more on the adventures of this little girl too. Whenever I create a character that i really love (and my readers love), I don't want to put them away just yet.

Thank you Susanne!