Human Hangovers of Hauntings Past

I apologize to my readers for the latest delays. Between the suspense, my phone broke, and my images were unavailable for a few weeks, and I took up a job to obtain a few solutions. I am publishing this fourth installment to provide a reprieve from the long wait, and some content for perusing, before I can replace the phone and retrieve my saved images for usage, and thus continue my novel. It has been quite a month, but I do not want you to have to wait as long as the town's curse hath lasted until change flew in on the horizon.

Credit to saving the day goes to the brave damsel in distress, who, instead of waiting for her man to fly in and save her, ran out to search for him instead, and to Rythik, capturer of dark yet beautiful and mesmerizing images. The world needs more creatives and artists out there, making the differences and changes this world needs available to more people, and sharing the arts for the rest to see and ponder at. A wonder now available that our ghost town would have called magic and witchcraft, or demon's play, for sure. What the internet doesn't hold, I am uncertain.

The last we left off on in our Wild, Wild West novel, two worlds collided - a present century world of racing red sports cars crashing into storefronts, and the dangerous but frightened and upturned world of the oft forgotten, but long endured world of the ghosts that haunt their lonely little corner of a ghost town. That is, lonely, until now.

The Parlor entry door slammed shut behind Heather as she shouted back at her eldest, Jimmy dear, to take care of her youngest, and man the fort until she arrived back. being as the pastor was not yet available until the following morn, she had to be a brave, brave soul and depart on the winds of hurry to raise some awareness and help for their incoming plight of devils and demons in flying red objects with flames on the side, and -- amassed on the side, are those round black objects their means of moving? What in tarnation are those, she contemplated in fury. Nothing the blacksmith in town, or the wood worker knew how to conjure up in a hurry to get them the "Hell" out of here, if their mode of transportation was transpired, or broken and unusable after the crash.

"Aaagh! A ghost!" a woman screamed at the top of her lungs "EEK!"

"A ghost! In a pink Shawl! How old is she?" a male voice echoed the screeching commentary.

She clutched her shawl closer to keep out the chills that rose along her spine at the cold wind, and ear splitting screams of the night. Yelling, howling, screaming and gnashing of teeth, indeed! "Eek! The demons!" she squealed, and ran faster in her flight of fear and fury.

The Pastor was often mentioning in his sermons how idle hands are the devil's workmanship. Of course these demons had come in whilst most of the rest of town was sleeping, clear in the dead of night in our proud ghost town, which until now, she could say honestly and truthfully, the worst of which they had seen or dealt with so far was that troublesome gunslinger named Clyde. They were not prepared for far worse or more tormenting devilish fools or criminals to be let loose in this near - God forsaken cursed ghost town of 300 years. Godforsaken, yes. But nevertheless, due to the 300 year curse, the pastor remained employed within their borders. Goodness knows, he had to get more creative with his preaching. 300 years in purgatory, after dying every day and waking up again and they had yet to reach heaven on their pilgrim's journey. She couldn't quite call it pilgrim's progress. Not until progress was made, no. sir. Pilgrim's journey until otherwise noted. Granted, the witch that cursed their small town hadn't found Hell either, but Hell hath found them, with flames racing down the side of their red box on wheels and screams and squeals coming from within.

She would soon find out what devils were unleashed on their previously calm and settled down ghost town, during this idle portion of the night, and see what other sins or demons the sheriff would have to arrest in their impending disaster. Her fight to keep the peace and raise a good cause -- for the community she would raise her dead still yet ghost children in as they grew under her roof after yet 300 years. And worse yet, if this is the start of change in this town -- Would her preteen Jimmy be vulnerable prey to the impending disasters prone to sin and folly that these devils would surely unleash? He was just around the bend of coming of age before this 300 year curse was unleashed on this town. Yet change has arrived this fateful day, and with it brought the unpredictable out in people. No one could really be sure what would come next. That was the only thing for sure and for certain. For a moment of contemplation, she wondered if maybe the apocalypse of impending doom was the least of her worries, and if maybe, just maybe, as a parent responsible for raising her young ones in ways that are right, if she should be concerned for the spiritual fight raised ahead, after sins, corruption, temptation and demons are unleashed on a town not yet prepared for them, just as much as they were not prepared for their newfangled watchamacallit of an arrival in flames or George's ruined General store.

What else would come to ruin in their wake? Or in their Sleep? What disasters and fights would the rest of the town wake to that were levels beyond what they had ever trained prepared or studied for. Would the pastor even know what else to preach? And, she thought dimly -- was the sheriff, who so capably handled everything else problematic, up for the job? Or was this beyond his grasp and reach of handling?

She would find out! And off she went into the night, chasing down a fledgling of hope, and searching for a solution to their newfound problem, arriving just at the turn of their new century.

After 300 years of tormenting same old same old, and wishing for change.... should they have been more careful of what they wished for?

Without letting her mind wander further, off on the path for a solution she headed, to save the day, once and for all -- before impending doom tripped her up and the rest pf this town with it into a journey of the perilous unknown -- perhaps, the greatest fear and haunt of them all.