A True Tale Part 2

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General exclamations of shock whispered through the car when a pale light appeared in the far-left second story window. The orb-like luminescence filled the dark opening as if something alive was standing there. A few seconds later it was gone.

“Did you see that? Did that really happen?” I asked, my voice soft with shock.

Again, the light blossomed in the far-left window, round and bright. Vanished.

This happened multiple times as silence took us hostage.

After a several minutes of the on and off light display, the window went dark.

Gasps punctuated the heavy air in the car as light flickered in the far-right window.

The barn had indeed caught our attention, luring us in as if whispering, Stop and know me. Stop and find the answer.

We hadn’t found an answer; we had stumbled onto a question, a mystery.

Were we witnessing something paranormal?

The light began flitting back and forth between the two windows, the action too rapid for natural causation. Suddenly there were two glowing orbs, one in the far-left window and one in the far-right window.

A second later, the light in the left window raced, I mean flew—as in an instantaneous, nano-second of time that I cannot describe—right at me. No longer some amorphous light, the thing had become a face without features, just shadows where shadows would be set within a haze of creamy white. Intense fear and revulsion flooded me as the pale glow streaked to the car window. I felt its evil. That evil wanted to enter me!

I gasped and screamed, flung my arms over my head, and ducked down behind the door.

Tom gunned the engine and we sped away from the pull of the barn. We drove for a while in silence, heading home. When we settled enough to discuss what had happened, we realized our experiences were not the same. As I witnessed the luminous face coming at me, everyone else saw the light on the left travel with incredible speed across the middle windows and merge with the light on the right. I alone saw the face, felt its malice and force.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that this thing had tried to possess me. The cold sweat of panic filled me as I lay in bed that night, trying to sleep, I struggled with the sensation that if I left my guard down that thing would still be close and try to enter me. 

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At school the next day we shared our experience with friends from the Drama Club. They mocked our fears, treated our tale with condescension, and said we must have seen the moon reflecting on something in the darkness. I swallowed my fear as we agreed to return that night and investigate the barn.

When play practice ended, we crammed into two vehicles. The same group as last night piled into Tom’s car, but this time I refused to sit up front. I sat in the back seat squeezed between Carly and Mary Lou. The consensus of our mockers was we would find windows on the back side of the building and our “ghost” was nothing more than moonlight filtered through clouds and broken glass—and our overactive imaginations.

We were a rowdy bunch as we rounded the ninety-degree bend and parked before the now rather normal looking barn. Pouring out of the cars, we sprinted through the overgrown weeds to the back of the barn. Afraid to be alone, I ran with everyone else. A moment later, all our noisy bravado was silenced as we stood still, looking up. Not a single window could be found on the back side of the worn structure.

Discussion of what else might have caused the panic last night ebbed and flowed as walked back to the cars. If it wasn’t the moonlight reflecting on the windows, there had to be another rational explanation.

I climbed into Tom’s car, once again squeezing between Carly and Mary Lou, more certain than ever that something paranormal had occurred. The second car sped off, but we continued to sit. I guess everyone was trying to deal with the question of what really happened last night. I know I was.

Then it happened. A pale, wispy light blinked into existence in the far-left second-story window. I couldn’t face what I had experienced last night again. As the light disappeared, I begged my friends to get out of there. Within seconds, we were speeding away.

To this day I can’t explain what happened, but I have no doubt it was real. For a long time after, I feared being alone. But as my faith in God grew stronger, I came to understand, he is my rock and protection and nothing paranormal could hurt me—or possess me—as long as I trusted in him.

Author: C. S. Wachter

C. S. Wachter lives in rural Lancaster county, Pennsylvania, with her husband Joe, one German Shepherd, and three cats. She and Joe have been married for more than forty years and have three sons, one grandson and one granddaughter. Ms. Wachter earned her degree in Performing Arts and English Education from Rowan University in 1975. She compares developing a character’s perspective to preparing for an acting role. As a life-long lover of books, she has read and enjoyed a variety of genres. However, after reading J. R. R. Tolkien in middle school her favorite has been, and remains to this day, Fantasy with a Christian perspective. Published Works 2018 The Seven Words Epic Fantasy series The Sorcerer’s Bane (Indies Today 2020 award winner in Religion) The Light Arises The Deceit of Darkness The Light Unbound 2019 Demon’s Legacy: A Worlds of Ochen Short Story (based on The Seven Words series) A Weight of Reckoning (sequel to The Seven Words series) 2020 Stone Sovereigns YA Fantasy duology Lander’s Legacy Lander’s Choice. Various Flash Fiction pieces for Havok and in their anthology Stories That Sing Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cswachter/ Website: https://cswachter.com/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17719497.C_S_Wachter Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ch.ris8443 Twitter: https://twitter.com/CSWachter1 Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/C.-S.-Wachter/e/B079Y2R2PJ/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1545059479&sr=1-2-ent MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/chriswachter

3 thoughts on “A True Tale Part 2”

  1. Some relatives of mine got caught in an undertow when swimming at the beach, but felt hands take hold of them – one of them was lifted out of the water, and thought it was her father. But when they looked around, no one was anywhere near them.
    Another time, we were visiting a small creation museum in Texas, and the owner told us about how once he saw a light coming towards him in the sky, and felt more fear than he had ever felt in his life; he began to pray desperately, and the light stopped, and slowly drew back, and he felt the deepest peace he had ever felt.
    There are good and evil spirits in this world, there is no doubt about that.

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