Saturday, June 8, 2013

Episode 2 - Google Ghosts - A Psychic Cyber Serial by tony baksa

"Artie! Aaaaaaarrrrrrrteeeeeeeeeeeeee!!  ART! Artie..................


                                           


 
 

He stirred to consciousness as his name became louder. Who was calling him. Where was he? He opened his eyes to a dark apartment except for the light spilling ever so brightly from his computer. An image was wavering on his monitor. Oh my God it was Gregory.

"Artie, how can you sleep at a time like this?"

Artie staggered over to his computer plopping down into his chair. "Gregory, is that you?"

"Hi Artie. Did you miss me?"

Artie noticed that it was still night time. Hadn't he slept? It should be morning. Why is it still dark outside? The clock was at 12:05am - 1205am?! But he fell asleep on the sofa and that was almost 4 in the morning. Had he slept through the entire day?

"I don't understand. Greg, how...what...um..."

"Don't worry, Art. You're okay. You had more wine than you are used to so you slept all day. Nothing to worry about."

It was as if Gregory could hear his thoughts.

"I can."

"What?"

"I can hear your thoughts"

"Oh, I don't like that. Please don't do that."

"OK Artie. Its not like I can always hear your thoughts - just sometimes when it helps the situation."

"What do you mean?"

"The ability to read your mind comes to me. I don't come to it. Do you see?"

"Yes, I guess so. Oh Gregory, I'm so happy to see you. We have unfinished business."

"Artie, that doesn't matter now. Its insignificant - really."

"Not to me - hey how did you - I mean, I didn't Google you - how are you ...here?"

"Art, pour yourself a glass of red. You accept things better with wine pulsing through your veins", Gregory laughed warmly.

Not one to balk at such a sensible suggestion, Artie removed the half filled wine bottle he uncorked last night from his nearby electric wine cellar. He uncharacteristically took a substantial swig straight from the bottle. Then he also uncharacteristically poured the wine into his unwashed glass from last night. Not like our Artie. Not like him at all.

"Better?" said Greg.

"Ah, yes...yes" purred Artie.

"I'll have some, please" Gregory said.

"Oh sorry, of course - let me get a gla....ha-ha - wish I could old buddy"

"You can. Pour me a glass - a clean glass"

Incredulous, Artie just sat still.

"I'm serious, Art. Simply pour the wine into the glass and hand it to me."

Artie scoffed.

"DO IT! NOW! bellowed Gregory.

Artie scurried to do as he was ordered. His trembling hand reached out to the computer monitor - wine dripping . Gregory's hand reached out from the monitor into the room meeting the glass of wine and Artie's extended shaking hand. 

                                         
                                         

And then what happened was right out of the Twilight Zone. Gregory grabbed Artie's wrist tightly pulling him in toward the monitor - pulling him - Gregory was trying to bring him inside - yes, inside the computer. Stupid , of course. He couldn't possibly do that. It is impossible.

The wine glass fell to the floor -  red wine spilling onto the white carpet. Artie resisted Gregory's pull. It was a natural reaction for him  to resist of course. But this was immediately horrifying to Artie. Gregory's act of aggression as improbable as it seemed was terrifying especially because it was improbable.

                                         


The tug of war was on. Then the strangest, scariest things began to happen. Artie heard voices not unlike a crowd at a baseball game - fans cheering - fans taunting - kill the umpire - kill the umpire - except what he heard was "grab him - don't let him go - get him - bring him in - get him.........."

                                        


The scariest thing of all was that the voices sounded like Mom and Dad and Norma among other familiar voices he couldn't quite place BUT definitely his sister and parents -  DEFINITELY.

It gets worse. Artie's parents and sister crowded onto the screen joining Greg -  thrusting  their hands out to assist Gregory into pulling Artie in.

And they succeeded.

                                       


                                     

6 comments:

  1. Eeeks! Creepy - why am I reading alone, @ 4.30 am?! :)

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  2. Best time to read this, Amber is very late or very early - basically when the world is quiet and dark.

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  3. Full of suspense. Waiting for the next episode!!! Jeanie

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  4. Ok. I think you are very mean. Talk about a cliffhanger? Now hurry up & get the next chapter done. Thank you.

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