Her Voice (a ghost story)

Her voice pulls at my inmost parts, beckoning me further and further…I know I should not, but I give in letting her lead, to where I don’t know…

This is a true story, at least what aging minds can recollect. My cousin told his part here, now this is my side....and the rest of the story...

Empty, the house sits dark and quiet on the hill, blue light leaking from the rear bedroom. My parents have vacated to the beach, with do this and don’t thats left hanging heavily over my neck like a guillotine. My social life is such at the time that an all night marathon of Super Tecmo Bowl sounds enrapturing.

No matter what Mike says, he can hold his own, though not this time. Mike and I might have been brothers in another life or world, but this one fated us to be cousins and the Sunday afternoons of our adolescence were spent sucking every last bit of marrow left in the bones of this grand adventure.

Vanquishing him on the virtual field of play, the hands of the clock approaching the tipping point where darkness bleeds into a new day, Mike heads down the long hall leading into the front of the house in search of refreshment. She must have watched him leave, waiting for just this moment...

Sticky sweet, her voice twines fingers around my heart giving a tender jerk, 'Brian, come here'.

How could I not follow?

She plays so well, ducking into the darkness, passing bedrooms, pulling me along with a trail of promises wrapped up in 'come here'.

Who is she? I do not care, I only want to know her.

Blood courses through my veins in a raging torrent, my pace quickening to capture her before she disappears. Rounding the corner…

WHAM!

Sprawling on the hard wood floor, my cousin and I survey each other, not wanting to ask the questions that hide behind our eyes, for fear she is still lingering.

Where…?

Did you hear?

But she is no more, vanished beyond even the shadows. Perhaps she never was, only a figment of our youthful imaginations. But for one night she visited us, if only in disembodied voice.

A voice we will never forget.



If you have not met Mike, visit him at Hey Cabo. He is a great writer of both story and song. And sometimes he even tells the stories that go with the 'disclosing' comments he leaves here, much to my chagrin. lol.