Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Mar 12, 2007 5:23:54 GMT -5
Poisoned Ivy - A Short Ghost Story
The moaning grew louder, emitting eerily from the forest walls. Ti wasn't so certain anymore that the noise was the sound of lovers, as the area was a cove for kindling romance. Had he not known better, he would have sworn the sound was the sound of a ghost!
The moaning persisted past midnight. There were certain disadvantages to owning a cabin in the woods, Ti decided as he tossed and turned, unable to find the soothing Arms of Sleep.
Time inched by, second by second, the moaning growing louder and louder and louder until a wail overcome the forest.
Ti jerked up in his bed, any stray embers of sleep swiftly dashed away. He knew that he'd have to investigate or there would 'no sleeping' tonight.
"Kids! Pranksters! I should call the authorities," Ti peeled out, his patience completely spent.
Five minutes later he was dressed in jeans, a pull over sweater and warm boots. As he exited the cabin, his warm breath met the cold, and smoke hovered about his mouth at each given breath.
The walk into the forest was short and he made tracks towards the loud noise with the element of surprise on his side.
He rounded the grandfather oak, then halted dead in his tracks as a ghostly shell made its way towards him. Ti gasped, retreated to the beaten path but was cornered as the ghost reappeared in front of him.
"Ahh! Go away! Oh! I'll kill you!" he promised, doubling both fists and bouncing about like an idiot boxer.
He swung, his fist going through the white spirit. He swung again, and again, and again until he was completely spent, like a goat who'd eaten one too many tin cans.
Breathless, he heaved out as the white smoke bellowed from his mouth as he spoke, "What do you want? Give me something to work with here!"
His eyes widened as the spirit eased out, "Ivy."
"Hum?"
"Ivy," the spirit echoed once again.
Ti narrowed his eyes through the moonlight and asked, "You want some ivy?"
"No, you idiot. My name is Ivy," the spirit groaned, then she moaned loudly, the sound almost bursting Ti's eardrums.
"Stop that!! What a mean pregnant dog ghost you are!" Ti hurled out at her, his fear no where to be found. "What is wrong with you? Why don't you go find a nice old house and haunt someone? I am a tired young man who has no patience for a quibbling errant ghost person!"
"Because I've been poisoned," Ivy echoed, her voice eerie and cold. So cold, she could turn water into ice chips.
"Poisoned?"
"Yes..."
"Hum," Ti eased out, drawing a hand to his chin in deep thought. He looked at her and quizzed, "Did you eat something laying around here?" He paused, then added, "You aren't allergic to latex, are you?"
"What?"
"Nevermind," he tossed out, slinging his hand at her as a curt dismissal.
And for the first time, he noticed something very 'rash' about Ivy. Her white tattered shroud was stained with oil and the visible hands looked engulfed in large whelps, as if they'd been dipped in the Ugly Vat.
"Have you been sashaying around the poison ivy, Ivy?" Ti wanted to know.
"Yes, the plant with three leaves that hold the berries that birds find tasty," she admitted with a slight groan.
"You need calamine," Ti decided. "Come with me!"
Ivy floated behind him as he made tracks towards the cabin and then waited outside for him to return. Carefully, he rubbed a delicious pink lotion over her raw, itchy, cold hide that brought instant relief and then she vanished before his eyes but not before delivering a sincere, "Thank you!"
Ti sank into a peaceful sleep as never before in his life. And when he awoke the following morning, a small chest of silver was anchored by his front door, seaweed still leached about its belly and tinged with a light shade of pink....
The moaning grew louder, emitting eerily from the forest walls. Ti wasn't so certain anymore that the noise was the sound of lovers, as the area was a cove for kindling romance. Had he not known better, he would have sworn the sound was the sound of a ghost!
The moaning persisted past midnight. There were certain disadvantages to owning a cabin in the woods, Ti decided as he tossed and turned, unable to find the soothing Arms of Sleep.
Time inched by, second by second, the moaning growing louder and louder and louder until a wail overcome the forest.
Ti jerked up in his bed, any stray embers of sleep swiftly dashed away. He knew that he'd have to investigate or there would 'no sleeping' tonight.
"Kids! Pranksters! I should call the authorities," Ti peeled out, his patience completely spent.
Five minutes later he was dressed in jeans, a pull over sweater and warm boots. As he exited the cabin, his warm breath met the cold, and smoke hovered about his mouth at each given breath.
The walk into the forest was short and he made tracks towards the loud noise with the element of surprise on his side.
He rounded the grandfather oak, then halted dead in his tracks as a ghostly shell made its way towards him. Ti gasped, retreated to the beaten path but was cornered as the ghost reappeared in front of him.
"Ahh! Go away! Oh! I'll kill you!" he promised, doubling both fists and bouncing about like an idiot boxer.
He swung, his fist going through the white spirit. He swung again, and again, and again until he was completely spent, like a goat who'd eaten one too many tin cans.
Breathless, he heaved out as the white smoke bellowed from his mouth as he spoke, "What do you want? Give me something to work with here!"
His eyes widened as the spirit eased out, "Ivy."
"Hum?"
"Ivy," the spirit echoed once again.
Ti narrowed his eyes through the moonlight and asked, "You want some ivy?"
"No, you idiot. My name is Ivy," the spirit groaned, then she moaned loudly, the sound almost bursting Ti's eardrums.
"Stop that!! What a mean pregnant dog ghost you are!" Ti hurled out at her, his fear no where to be found. "What is wrong with you? Why don't you go find a nice old house and haunt someone? I am a tired young man who has no patience for a quibbling errant ghost person!"
"Because I've been poisoned," Ivy echoed, her voice eerie and cold. So cold, she could turn water into ice chips.
"Poisoned?"
"Yes..."
"Hum," Ti eased out, drawing a hand to his chin in deep thought. He looked at her and quizzed, "Did you eat something laying around here?" He paused, then added, "You aren't allergic to latex, are you?"
"What?"
"Nevermind," he tossed out, slinging his hand at her as a curt dismissal.
And for the first time, he noticed something very 'rash' about Ivy. Her white tattered shroud was stained with oil and the visible hands looked engulfed in large whelps, as if they'd been dipped in the Ugly Vat.
"Have you been sashaying around the poison ivy, Ivy?" Ti wanted to know.
"Yes, the plant with three leaves that hold the berries that birds find tasty," she admitted with a slight groan.
"You need calamine," Ti decided. "Come with me!"
Ivy floated behind him as he made tracks towards the cabin and then waited outside for him to return. Carefully, he rubbed a delicious pink lotion over her raw, itchy, cold hide that brought instant relief and then she vanished before his eyes but not before delivering a sincere, "Thank you!"
Ti sank into a peaceful sleep as never before in his life. And when he awoke the following morning, a small chest of silver was anchored by his front door, seaweed still leached about its belly and tinged with a light shade of pink....
