Followed. A fiction story for Halloween prt. 2

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He took several deep slow breaths to settle his nerves. He’d been “in the trenches” but it’s not really something that a person gets used to. He decided that the best way to approach the edge was to belly crawl with the spike of his stick out front. Whatever made that noise wouldn’t have had enough time to climb very far and would be preoccupied with finding hand and foot holds in the failing light. The rough surface of the stone floor was covered by decades of dust and debris from the surrounding forest causing him to have to stiffle a sneeze several times. It made him chuckle a little to think about something as simple as a sneeze giving away his position. While maneuvering to get a view of the bottom of the cliff his elbow brushed a loose stone knocking it over the edge. His boxing experience had given him lightning fast reflexes and instinctively his hand shot out to catch the the stone as gravity took over its momentum. He felt it rub the very tip of his fingers as it escaped his grasp. The stone impacted the rocky face of the cliff several times with an echoing clack and then hit the ground with a thud. The thud was followed by sound something much larger crashing through the underbrush and dry leaves. By this point he fully understood that anything he might have been hiding from knew exactly where to find him and so he stood up fully with his spike tipped walking stick in a ready position. That’s when he realized that the crashing noise was moving away from his cliff instead of towards it. He peered over the edge just in time to see a small doe leap across the pathway. Breathing a sigh of relief he watched as she ran up the opposite hillside. His bumbling had frightened her pretty good. Suddenly she froze in mid stride throwing leaves and dirt out in front of her. She looked at something just out of sight and broke to her left in a full sprint. He had no idea what could have gotten her attention so Suddenly like that. Knowing that his cover was already compromised he decided to retrieve his light from his pack. He turned the knob on the side of the light releasing a few drops of water into calcium carbide. Instantly the lamp began to hiss as he cupped his hand over the reflector and counted to three. He slid his hand across the striker wheel and with a loud pop the gas was ignited casting a bright light into the shadows just in time to illuminate the figure walking up the hill. But something was very odd about the walking figure. It stood upright and moved on two legs like a man but it was covered in thick fur. The Travler produced a simple spy glass from his jacket pocket and fumbled with the focus a bit until he could make out canine ears on the head of creature as it disappeared into the thicket. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. As a journalist he’d heard stories of werewolves in Europe but had always attributed it to tales made up to excite tourists or possibly wheat contamination from hallucination inducing fungus. In fact his pack had a little bag sewn to one of the straps that contained a Saint Christopher’s medallion and a measure of dried wolfsbane. It was a gift from an elderly woman in France who wanted to repay him for an act of kindness. He kept it as a memento of his time traveling the French countryside. He didn’t actually believe in such nonsense until he saw it with his own eyes. Tonight would be a long night indeed. He passed the night writing of this encounter in his journal and doing sketches on walls of his cliffside shelter. If he disappeared like the the ones he was investigating then perhaps one day someone would find the sketches and know what happened. He kept the lamp burning until he heard the birds singing at dawn. He’d dozed off a couple of times but for the most part he managed to keep his vigil. He gathered his belongings back into his pack and began to cautiously descend back down to the pathway stopping often to make sure he was alone. The path was fairly clear and he ate a little jerky as he walked. He had thought he was making good time when he got the feeling that he was being watched. The forest had grown quiet again. He tighten the grip on his oak staff stopped pretending to interested in a patch of mushrooms growing on log that partially blocked the way. He could the rustling of leaves behind him. The beast was slowing closing in on him. He wished that he’d been carrying a weapon other than his stick. Preferably one loaded with silver bullets. His spiked staff would have to do. He may not survive this fight but the werewolf would know that he’d been in a fight. He could hear the heavy breathing and an occasional grunt. He spun around and set the staff against his foot with the spike out in front of him hoping that the creature would impale itself in the charge. But as he raised his eyes it wasn’t a werewolf that had been stalking him. It was a bear. His sudden turn had surprised the bear causing it to hesitate. He was slightly more confident that he faced a natural creature instead of legendary beast but this would still be a fight for his life. The bear was on all fours with its lower lip extended in anger. The traveler observed the bears anatomy and planed his counter strike as the bear stood up. Time seemed to freeze for a moment and the tension was broken by a loud “FA-BOOM”. The traveler recognized this as the sound of a black powder rifle discharge. The bear howled in pain and took a bounding leap in the traveler’s direction only to fall dead at his feet. Stunned, the traveler looked in the direction of the shot to see a giant of a man standing not fifteen yards away. The man wore buckskin pants, a wool overshirt and a jacket made from coyote pelts. The hood of wich retained the coyote’s face including the canine ears. The mountaineer spoke softly but clearly. “God expects us to watch over strangers in our hills.” The traveler had never been so relieved in his life. Not only did werewolves remain in the world of mythos but the person he’d mistaken to be one just saved his life.

This concludes the Halloween portion of my story. Inspiration continues to flow so my plan is to continue with the adventure of these two characters for a few days.

Good night friends and be blessed throughout your days.

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Followed, a fiction story for Halloween prt 1

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Silence falls through the forest as the young traveler tighten his grip on his oak staff. He turns his attention to the sun as it makes its egress towards the horizon. He holds the staff so that the ball shaped top just covers the sun and counts the knurls on the handle. Only 8 knurls between the sun and the horizon. He has roughly 2 hours to find good shelter before dark. He scans the general area for a likely spot. He had hoped to reach the hospitality house before sundown but the ferry was missing when he reached the river and he had to find a place that was shallow enough to cross. That little twist of fate put him 15 miles short of his goal. He also heard about the danger that lurked in on this part of the trail. People had gone missing. He spotted a rocky ledge about 2/3 of the way up the mountain. The only way to reach the ledge was by taking his hard sole boots off and finding enough hand and foot holds to reach the top. But it was worth the effort because anyone or any thing would also need to climb to reach him. To make the climb easier he dropped his pack and attached a thin rope to it. The other end tied to his belt. His plan was to reach spot where he could stop climbing and haul his belongings up with the rope. His staff he slung over his back by a smaller string. God forbid that when he reached the ledge it would be claimed by a bear or some other dreadful thing. But if it was he wouldn’t meet it empty handed. It only took a few times of stopping on a small ledge and pulling his pack up to get to the top. Once his gear was safe and secure he tugged sharply on the tab end of his rope and it fell away from his belt. He coiled it neatly and placed it back into his pack. The ledge was fairly stable and the overhanging rock would provide shelter in case of rain. A quick examination of the stone overhead revealed that it wasn’t as stable as he’d hoped. If he builds a fire in the mouth of the cave it could cause the roof to collapse. He’d have to rely on his wool blanket to gaurd against the cold as he slept. That would be better anyway since he has no idea what happened to the missing people. The light of a fire might draw unwanted attention. He checked the horizon again and decided that he still had about an hour of daylight so he moved back away from the ledge and took up his staff again. He surveyed the small area and decided on what angles he could expect an attack to come from had whatever predator that stocks these woods observed his climb. He’d been concerned about finding a bear on the ledge but the thought of a human predator was even more bothersome. After all, it’s easier to outsmart a bear. It was at that precise moment that something snapped a twig on the trail below causing a huge vulture to leave its perch and sail by the ledge. He quietly reached down and removed the rubber tip on his staff exposing the triangular spike. He held the staff, which was now a lance, in the gaurd position that he’d learned from his Baritsu that he’d learned overseas. He strained his his ears to locate the source of the thumping noise that came ever closer. His discipline was impressive but the sound of his own heart pounding was making it hard to hear whatever was out there. He realized that if it had to climb up the way he did that he could simply thrust downward with the spike and prevent it reaching the top.

… to be continued on tomorrow’s post. Good night friends and be blessed throughout your days.

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The Lost Trail Incident part 5

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This is the final part of The Lost Trail Incident. If you haven’t already read the previous posts avoid spoilers by reading them in order.

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Part 3

Part 4

The hiker woke to the sound of the boy’s heavy work boots coming his direction. The fire had been stoked in the fireplace and he was thankful for the warmth in Rex’s absence. The boy knelt down next to bed and laid his hand on the hiker’s face. “You’re going to be fine now.” Was all he said. The hiker felt himself falling back to sleep but managed to get out a simple “Thanks” as he nodded off. Just as his eyes closed he caught a glimpse of a brilliant white light through his half closed eyes. He presumed it to be the antique carbide head lamp that the boy was so fond of using.

The hiker woke again to a deep chill. “Hey! The fire is out! He called out but there was no reply. “THE! FIRE! IS! OUT!” He called out again. This there was a reply. “It came from over there!” But the voice was the boy’s voice. It was a full grow man. The hiker opened his eyes fully to see the fall splendor in all it’s glory. In shock he tried to stand and look around. The injured leg restricted his movement but he manged to get on his one good foot and hop a little. The cabin was gone! There was nothing left but the crumbling remnants of the fireplace. The stonework chimney was covered by moss. Only the hearth showed signs of recent use. The handmade crutches, table, workshed and the walls of the cabin itself had rotted away decades ago. The sat down on one of the dislodged stones from the cabin’s foundation and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He heard excited voices coming his way through the forest as men beat the vegetation aside to clear a path. One of them had a two-way radio and was already calling for an ambulance to meet them at the head of the trail. The hiker was still stunned by disappearance of the boy, the cabin and the dog. Not to mention the attack of a Panther that he was told was a “Devil cat”. As the rescue team eased the hiker into the sled shaped basket so that they could carry him to the extraction point he thought to glance at his injured leg. He found the Amadou bandage right where it was supposed to be. He would have to figure out what had actually happened later when he could think it through. As he was carried to the trail head he watched the tree tops scroll through his field of view while he tried to recall as much detail of his experience as he could. When the the last tree had passed by the the open sky was to see he knew that they were at the trail head. His rescuers were loading him into the back when the hiker thought he heard Rex’s baying out and before they could react Rex lept on top of the hiker and wiggled his way into the gurney. “Is this your dog sir?” Asked the EMT. “Do you see him to?” The hiker replied while trying to pretend that there wasn’t a 70 pound Bluetick Coonhound in his lap. The EMT responded, “Of course I see him, he’s as big as a house!” Hiker let out a sigh of relief. “Then he’s my dog. And I’m not going anywhere without him.”

The EMT had a little trouble convincing the hospital staff to let Rex stay with the hiker but they eventually conceded after a “service dog in training” certification was drafted on the back of a napkin. The hiker’s first visiter was the park supervisor. He told the hiker that he needed to interview him about the accident if he was able so he could make a full report. He asked the hiker the usual questions about how he injured and what kinds safety changes might be made. He then placed the paperwork in a folder and produced a three ring binder. He explained that this next part was off the record. “Let me try to guess.” The park ranger said. You left the trail, because severely injured, was rescued and nursed back to health by a boy in early 20th century attire. He sheltered you in furnished cabin and defended you from the attack of a black Panther.” The hiker looked at ranger in disbelief. The ranger looked at Rex who was at that moment on his back waiting for a belly rub. “But there’s never been a dog before” he added as he gave in to Rex’s requests for attention. The hiker confirmed that this his story as well. The ranger looked at Rex and noted that maybe he needed rescued as well. The ranger opened his binder and removed an old tin type photo that he handed to the hiker. His name was Joshua. He was an orphan and lived in the cabin his parents built near the river. The park service doesn’t have a record of his mother’s death but his father’s trade raft broke up in the river and he drowned. The hiker looked at the photo and this was definitely the kid that helped him. “I took some pictures of the boy myself.” Hiker said. But when he opened the file on his phone there was only a few photos of the fireplace in ruins. He zoomed in a little and noticed that there was only a white mist next to fire. The same was true for the photos of the boy feeding the birds. The ranger was unsurprised and shook his head slightly. “Well, I just thought that you deserved to know that you’re not crazy.” he said. “I hope you feel better soon and in the future, whatever you do, don’t leave the trail.”

Hello Friends! I hope you enjoyed this year’s Halloween ghost story. The hiker had what Adventurers call the 3rd Man Factor. There are some people who say that they were rescued from certain death by the ghost of a person who fell into the same peril. Tomorrow night we’ll be back to regular posts but until then be blessed throughout your days.

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The Lost Trail Incident part 4

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This is part 4 of a 5 part series. Please read the previous 3 posts by clicking the links below.

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Once back inside the cabin the hiker sat back down on the bed and elevated his injured leg. “We’d better check under your bandage to make sure you ain’t got no infection.” The boy advised. It struck the hiker that for someone so young this boy was fairly mature. “Where are parents?” He asked. The boy hesitated and a look of sorrow fell across his face. The hiker immediately regretted asking the question so bluntly. “Pa took a load of his goods down river to sell or trade. He makes chairs and boxes and stuff from the lumber we harvest in the woods. He’s also got several bags of medicinal herbs that we gathered as well as some furs we trapped. He comes back with the stuff that we can’t make ourselves.” The hiker took a breath and asked about the boy’s mother. “She went out gather some herbs a few years ago but she never came back. We think that cat….” his voice dropped off before he could finish his statement but the hiker didn’t press the boy. A tear rolled down the boy’s boy’s cheek as he went to work removing the bandage. “Pa showed me that a deep wound like this one here shouldn’t be allowed to heal too fast. If it does it turns gangrenous and you have to take it off. He saw it in the war sometimes.” The hiker opted not to press on questions about the boy’s situation. The wound started to bleed a little as soon as the boy got it unwrapped. The boy noted that this was a good thing because it would help flush out any infection. The bandage though, was too blood soaked to be used again and the boy tossed it into the fire. “Wait here.” the boy instructed. He left the cabin for a moment and returned with a large square of very soft felt-like material. The boy explained that this was one of the resources his father traded down river. The felt was made from a mushroom that grew on trees and that his grandfather had brought the skill to work with it to the New World. The material was called Amadou and among other things it could be used for bandages. The boy placed the spongy pad on the wound and realized he had no way to secure it. No problem. There was plenty of stuff in his father workshed he could use to bind the Amadou over the wound. As he was returning with a ball of homemade twine he noticed that it was starting to get dusk and then he noticed something that made his blood run cold. A small log that had fallen across the ditch near the cabin was missing a patch of moss. Something had brushed against the log while he was in the workshed. He quickened his pace and bolted the door of the cabin with the heavy iron bar. He turned to see the hiker on the bed with Rex the hound curled up at feet. The hiker hadn’t noticed the boy’s panic. The boy knew that he had to finish binding the wound before they could do anything else and he manged to tie the last knot of his makeshift bandage when the warm glow of the sun faded in the waxed paper window. Rex whimpered slightly but soon began to growl. Just outside the door there was a baby’s crying followed by the scream of the Devil cat. Then there was an ominous moment of silence before cabin’s paper window was ripped away by a huge black paw. The opening was only large enough for the cat’s head to pass through easily and given enough time it would have wriggled itself into the cabin. The hiker was locked in a gaze with those lifeless yellowish green eyes as felt around the bed for a crutch to defend himself with. Time seemed to stand still as the two looked at each other but the tension was broken by the long bay of Rex as he lunged at the huge black cat. The loyal hound had his jaws locked on the cat’s neck as he thrashed his head from side to side. The awkward position of the Devil cat stuck partially in the window made it impossible for a full swipe of claws giving Rex the advantage for the moment. Eventually the Panther manged to escape Rex’s grip and withdrew from the opening but Rex would give no quarter and dove through the broken window frame in pursuit. The boy and the hiker could only listen in shock as they listened to Rex’s voice baying out through the night as he chased the Devil cat up river. They sat in the firelight most of night. Occasionally they would hear Rex bay, bark and growl and then the sound of animals locked in combat but eventually the night became silent. The boy manged to find enough wood to cover the broken window securely and both he and the hiker went to sleep wondering if they would see Rex again.

Thank you for joining me on this series Friends. Tomorrow night we’ll see the close of the Lost Trail Incident and all the loose ends will be tied up. But until then be blessed throughout your days.

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The Lost Trail Incident part 3

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The light fell softly on the hiker’s face through the waxed paper window. The warm glow of morning made last night’s unsettling events feel like a bad dream. As the hiker began to stir the young boy removed a cast iron skillet from the fireplace. In spite of the cabin’s modest setting the boy had manged prepare a small feast for breakfast. The aroma of bacon hung in the air and the table held two plates with with biscuits and gravy, eggs and of course the bacon. A fresh percolator of coffee sat between the plates. The hiker didn’t realize how hungry he was until he saw it. “Come and git it.” The boy said as he smiled warmly. The hiker started to move but the pain in his calf reminded him that he was injured. “How?” He said in with desperation. The boy gestured to a set of handmade crutches on the floor next to bed. “I know it hurts but you’ll stiffen up if ya don’t move a little. I made them last night before the Devil cat showed up.” The boy called for Rex to get off the bed and give the hiker room to get up. The hiker looked at his calf and found that the boy’s first aid skills looked as good as his cooking smelled. With some effort he manged to figure out how to get to feet. He’d been on crutches before and he instinctively kept his weight off of his injured leg as he hobbled to the breakfast table and sat down with a bit of a plop. Ge reached out for the plate but the boy’s hand caught him by the wrist in an ice cold grip. “We gotta say grace first.” The boy spoke. He then offered a short but sincere prayer to bless the morning meal and ended it with “Amen and dig in.” The hiker was a little amused but obligated the boy by repeating the amen. It seemed as if no matter how much he ate that the hiker couldn’t couldn’t make a dent in the supply of food on the table but eventually the hiker felt he’d had his fill. He thanked the boy for his hospitality as he finished the last sip of coffee. “I want to remember this meal. Do you mind if I take your picture?” The boy looked a little confused and stated “You ain’t got no camera.” “Ah but I do” the hiker replied as he produced the cellphone from his pocket. “I ain’t never seen one that little” the blurted out as he scooted back in his chair and gave a practiced smile. The hiker had him pose with his skillet and utensils in front of the fireplace for a few shots and the turned the phone off again. “Hey watch this!” The boy shouted as he grabbed a biscuit from the table and went outside. The hiker hobbled along on his crutches out to the porch and watched as the boy gave a strange whistle.



The boy repeated the whistle several times in regular intervals and within a few minutes he was surrounded by songbirds from all over forest accepting  crumbs of biscuit from his open hand. The look on the boy’s face was pure joy as the little birds came one buly one fir their treats. Realizing that noone would believe what he’d just witnessed without photos the hiker used his phone again.  But suddenly one of robins gave an alarm call and they all returned to the top of trees. The  boy’s countenance dropped like a hammer as the sounds of a crying baby echoed from across the nearby river.  They both turned to face the the woods on the other side as the black figure of a huge cat stepped out of bushes and stood near the water’s edge. It’s unearthly yellowish green eyes seemed cut right to the hiker’s very soul. The cat gave a wild scream and the boy dropped to his knees and began to pray. He no sooner uttered the name of the Lord when the cat screamed again and disappeared back into the shadows.  The boy looked up the hiker who was frozen with fear. “He ain’t gonna cross the river.. not today anyways.” He said softly as he stood up and helped his newfound friend back into the cabin. 
“We gotta get ready for tonight though.” he continued.

That’s it for tonight friends. Thanks again for spending time with me and be blessed throughout your days. 

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