Monday, July 22, 2013

Google Ghosts - A Cyber Psychic Serial by Tony Baksa - Episode 8 - Were WERE WERE


Artie thinks:
So Gregory is a villain. One of my best friends is my enemy. How can this be? I believe Jill. She's the first person I've met here in Google land that I feel entirely certain about. But what about everybody else? These impostors. Who are they? Why are they?

"They are demons" interjected Jill.

"Oh no, Jill - you too? You are hearing my thoughts?

"I only hear what is appropriate. I promise. I cannot hear what you wouldn't want me or anyone else for that matter to hear. Its just a short cut rather than speaking. You, too, have this ability." 

"I do? Well. how do I turn it on?"

"Just decide. Go ahead do it."

"OK. .....nothing.....well, think.......ask me a question........think something."

Jill laughed then gathered a thought for Artie.

Artie laughed as he caught Jill's thought. "No, Jill, I never had a romantic feeling for you. That would have been like incest." They both laughed. "Oh my lord, I just read your mind!"

"See. And I continued to think things that you should not hear and you didn't -  right?" Jill said.

"No, I didn't." a relieved Artie answered. "Hey, what didn't you want me to hear?"

"Never mind, kiddo." Jill teased.

Just then a booming wicked voice said "You two make me want to vomit!" It was Gregory.


"Why have you turned on me, Greg? We were best buds you and I" said a frightened Artie.

"Were! WERE!! That's the key, Art." Then a sound at a decibel unimagined, Gregory bellowed, "WERE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It was like the universe was exploding. Artie's vision became blurred. His balance from floating along pleasantly with Jill became a whirl of motion. It was as if he were a pinwheel caught in a monsoon. He tried to see Gregory but could not. Only the booming voice was all that Artie experienced. He, then, attempted to read Gregory's mind but all he heard was laughter - a guttural joyless laughter - a hateful sound that just wouldn't stop. Artie tuned Gregory out somehow knowing he would hear nothing else from his former friend - former friend.


And Jill. Where was Jill? He tried reading her mind. What he heard was a faint murmur - a fading away - a drowning out. Jill was gone. He felt it as he spun violently. Jill, oh Jill.............



  1. You are cruel. Can't wait for next chapter. HURRY!

  2. Stephen RuchalskiJuly 22, 2013 at 6:18 PM

    I would not want too be Artie, at this point of the story!

    1. He has scarier things ahead, Steve. Poor Artie!

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