Okay, so this story is a work in progress. It's something that popped into my head whilst reading the facebook status of one of the members of the VAA Mafia Group. And although I know everyone by their real name, out of respect, and the ability to help others know who is who, I am using their VAA handles (with the exception of osparrow who is going by Larsa).
Autumn. A season of beauty and cheer, as many go about preparing for the long winter ahead, whilst admiring the trees and their rich colors. Winters in Central Michigan are particularly harsh, especially whenever a blizzard takes out the highway, causing motorists to question where the edge of the road ends, and fields begin. But I digress. This story takes place in autumn, and not the middle of winter.
It’s the story of a group of people whose lives seemed somewhat ordinary, but in fact, for most of them, their lives were about to become anything but ordinary. As we begin our story, picture in your mind’s eye a small town surrounded by fields, where there isn’t that much to do for young adults, except for hanging around the corner coffee shop where one of them worked.. They often did this, unsure of what they might plan to do on any given day.
As the coffee shop opened its doors for another seemingly normal day of business, IntoRapture began reading the local paper, taking note of an article regarding a nearby cemetery which had been founded over 150 years earlier, and the rich history it held. “Weird! I didn’t know Dartmoor Cemetery housed so many graves of Natives from long ago. I always thought they were buried in Native Burial Grounds, most of which are under our houses.”
Then, just as clockwork, in came almost all of IntoRapture’s friends at once. The only one not present was DonJuan, who was busy finishing a practical for his Commercial Multi-Engine Pilot License. Her boyfriend JusticeGuy led the pack and smiled as he leaned over the counter to kiss her before taking a red rose he’d bought and slid it in her hair by her left ear. “Hi.” JusticeGuy was somewhat flustered as he said this, not because he wasn’t used to being IntoRapture’s boyfriend, but because everything about her always caused his heart to sing in gratitude over having IntoRapture in his life.
“Knock it off JusticeGuy!” Elad interrupted with a mischievous grin on his face. “We all know you’d rather be with IntoRapture than anyone else, but you don’t have to try and swoon her every time you see her, at work or elsewhere.”
IntoRapture seemed to ignore Elad’s comment, getting a cup of crushed ice and a cup of roast coffee, of which she handed Xyk the ice and Al a mode the coffee. “Would you both be so kind?” They both looked at each other before giving a nod of understanding to IntoRapture. So with Elad facing the other way, Xyk quietly crept up behind him and after a mental count to three, he proceeded to tug on the back of Elad’s shirt collar, and pour the crushed ice down, before giving Elad a hug.
Elad howled as the small fragments of frozen water slid down his back, some of which went into his boxers before starting to slowly melt. A moment later, Xyk let go as Al a mode began pouring the coffee down the back of Elad’s shirt, which resulted in more yelps from Elad as he ran for the restroom with a huge wet backside visible to everyone who laughed. IntoRapture smiled and mouthed “Thank You” to both Xyk and Al a mode.
“Okay, so now that Elad is out of the room for a little while, what do you all want to do tonight?” JusticeGuy asked. “After all, it’s Halloween and I don’t want to just sit around doing nothing.”
At that moment, IntoRapture got an idea. “Well, we could go visit Dartmoor Cemetery and spend some time up there. Since it’s over 90 acres, we could go explore the area.” Her suggestion fell upon a quiet group, who pondered the recommendation. She then handed Xyk the news article she’d been reading. “It’s even reputed to be haunted by the ghosts of those who’ve perished, which is a nice ambience for Halloween.”
“It seems like it could be a lot of fun” Xyk added, to which Al a mode looked at him in surprise.
“Are you kidding?!” Al a mode replied. “There’s no way I’m spending time in a graveyard at night. Especially on this night of the year!” It wasn’t that Al a mode was scared, just that she felt it would be disrespectful to those who rest there.
“Scared Al a mode?” Xyk grinned as he asked her this. He knew how to push her buttons, although she also knew far more about how to push his.
Al a mode shot back with an icy reply. “No! I just don’t think it’s right for us to do this!” She shook her head in disbelief. “I for one wish to respect the dead and let those who are in their final resting place, continue to be at rest! Ghosts, or no ghosts!”
“Alright, we’ll decide this by democratic vote!” Lybi suggested. “All those in favor, say Aye!”
“AYE!” came everyone save Al a mode and Larsa.
“And against?” Lybi added.
Larsa and Al a mode just shook their heads in disbelief, refusing to even vote.
“All right, fine! But if anything happens, I’m blaming you Xyk!” Al a mode said, resigning to the fate that seemingly had been thrown upon her by most of the group. Why, oh why did she get hooked into such things?
“GREAT!” IntoRapture exclaimed. “Then we’ll all meet up at the entrance to the cemetery around 9 o’clock tonight! Until then, I suggest you all get planning and get some sleep.” She paused for a moment to hand Chibi Riki her drink. “I have a feeling we’re going to have one heck of a fun time tonight!”
At that moment, Elad came back out from the restroom. “Hey Elad! Good news buddy!” JusticeGuy announced. “We’re going to be at the Dartmoor Cemetery tonight to see if we can find some ghosts of those who reside in that old place!”
Elad looked at JusticeGuy like he was nuts. “You can’t be serious! There’s no such thing as ghosts!”
“Well then, there’s no harm in going to find out, is there?”
Little did anyone in the group know, but what they would discover would make an encounter or two with ghosts seem like child’s play. And it would make them wish they had seen ghosts at the cemetery.