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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.............
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You are cruel. Can't wait for next chapter. HURRY!
ReplyDeleteI'm writing as fast as I can, Thyca.
DeleteI would not want too be Artie, at this point of the story!
ReplyDeleteHe has scarier things ahead, Steve. Poor Artie!
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