Posted in Mondays

I Don’t Think I Want to Be Here Anymore Pt 2

Hey Ya’ll! Welcome back to PEP!

First off, my apologies for this post not being up yesterday. Sunday wasn’t my usual Sunday where I could write this and have it prepared and yesterday(Monday) was nuts. Therefore, while it’s not Monday anymore, I do have this week’s Monday Short Tale which is a continuation of last week’s I Don’t Think I Want to Be Here Anymore just as I promised.

Martin headed towards the cliff he could see in the far distance, through over the trees. He had no idea if his ‘friend’ was actually with him or not.

About an hour into his hike, deep into the forest now, a familiar voice piped up, “Stop!”

He stumbled as he attempted to stop mid-step.

“What is it?”

“It’s too dangerous here.”

He looked around, not seeing anything foreboding.

“Say what now?”

“You can’t see it as you’re not only human but as we’ve already established can’t even see me. But this is territory of a malevolent being. It’s not even safe for me, much less you.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? My goal was those cliffs.”

“Just head that way,” a breeze brushed by to his right, “a little bit. You’ll still get there but safely.”

Martin shrugged, adjusted his directional angle, shifting his pack and started moving northwest now instead of northeast.

Not realizing they’d picked up a hitchhiker, one that unlike Martin’s companion, was not a friendly spirit.

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The sun was halfway up in the sky, telling the time to be about mid-morning, Martin stopped for a snack break.

Mouth full, Martin froze as a harsh breeze blew through the small opening in the trees that he was resting in. It wasn’t anything like the breeze his friend had created.

Speaking of his friend, he didn’t hear anything from her and his skin crawled. He stuffed the remainder of his snack back in his pack, a gut feeling telling him something wasn’t right.

“Spirit!”

He just now realized he’d never gotten a name for her.

He tried to continue on the way he’d been going but another breeze battered him, pushing him onto the ground, knocking his sense of direction out of whack.

Not able to see the cliff and receiving no answer to his calls, he hoped for hte best and chose a direction.

Spirit sucked in a non-existing breath, Martin was headed away from the cliffs and into danger. She had to stop him!

-Fin (For now)

©Paula Crofoot

Well, that’s not good. Why isn’t Spirit calling out to Martin? What’s stopping her? Nothing good, that’s for certain. And what is her name? We’ll have to see next week.

Before I leave, here’s a couple of links to last week’s Wednesday’s Tales of the Unknown and this week’s Sunday Fabricated Stories.

To Trust or Not To Trust

Battered Heart

‘Til Next Time, Friends!

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Posted in Mondays

I Don’t Think I Want To Be Here Anymore Pt 1

Hey, Ya’ll! Welcome back to PEP!

I did a little baking this week. I made some banana bread along with my grandma’s chocolate cake. The chocolate cake was a little dry and, which I didn’t know until I started gathering supplies, I was out of cooking spray. I made a Bundt cake which you need to prep with grease and flour. All I had on hand was shortening, which works well for some cakes but not a Bundt cake with the grooves that are in the pan. As such, some of the top of the cake crumbled coming out. It’s still delicious.

Collector's Chocolate Cake from behind

From the back where you can see the powdered sugar.

Collector's CHocolate Cake from front

The front of a slice of the cake

Don’t forget this week’s Sunday Fabricated Stories short story: I Want a Home

You should also definitely check out this week’s Wednesday’s Weird Tales of the Unknown: Bring Him Back

Now, today’s Monday Short Tale will be multi-part. You may remember Cheryl’s Adventures and the Haunted College Boys arc. This one won’t be quite as long as either of those but it will be completed. By the way, I’m planning to continue the Haunted College Boys arc this coming fall as an early Halloween story. So if you’ve been waiting, I apologize for the long wait but I promise, it’s coming. I’ll publish a special with previous parts before I continue it. For now, this’ll be a teaser of sorts.

Martin stirred the fire until just a soft light remained but little risk to the fire spreading in the middle of the light. With a final glance around the camp site, he crawled into his tent. Shortly, he curled up in his sleeping bag, looking forward to his planned hike the next day.

“Rise and Shine!”

He jolted out of a deep sleep, glancing around in confusion.

When he didn’t hear anything again, he figured he’d just imagined it. He pulled his phone to him, glad to see that it still had 90% battery. He’d need to boost it with his portable battery before he headed on his hike. He frowned when he realized it was only 4 am, he still had another hour and half til his alarm would go off. He laid back down to snooze for a little while longer.

“Rise and Shine!!”

He jolted up, certain he heard a voice this time.

Grabbing his phone, he crawled out of his sleeping bag, unzipped his tent and climbed out. He looked around, grateful his fire was still within it’s confinements and still showing a little light.

He didn’t see anyone but knew he’d heard a voice.

“Good morning!”

“Who’s there?”

There was silence for a little while; then a shaking voice, “You can hear me?”

“Yeah, I can hear you. Why are you here, this is supposed to be a solo campsite?”

“I’m sorry. I was traveling through the woods and saw your light. I was hopeful you might be able to see me. But you can hear me! That’s something!”

“Where are you? Why can I not see you?”

“I’m standing in front of you, between you and the fire.”

“No, you’re not. I can’t see you.”

“I know. No one can see me. But you can see me, that’s progress. Maybe the next person here will be able to see me.”

“Next person here? What do you mean? Why don’t you go home, surely they’ll be able to see you there?”

“This is my home. I’m stuck here. I can’t move on until I’m found.”

“What do you mean, found?”

“I came here, much like you, to camp and hike. But I didn’t make it out of here. I can’t move on until I receive closure.”

Suddenly, not being able to see her made sense. He didn’t really believe but he wasn’t foolish enough to mess with what may or may not exist. He wasn’t going to risk it.

“I don’t think I’m the one that can help you.”

“Oh, I know. I think you’d need to be able to see me. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to accompany you while you’re here. I want to make sure what happened to me doesn’t happen to you.”

“I suppose that’s alright. I’m going to sleep for a little while longer, though. I need sun before I can hike and there’s still a while before that.”

“Oh, of course. I didn’t account for that, I can’t sleep nor do I need the sun. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Okay…”

Martin gave up questioning. He was too tired and decided to go back to bed for a little while longer.

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Martin groaned as he slapped at his phone, shutting the alarm off. He reached over and unplugged it from the portable battery he’d plugged it into when he’d gone back to bed.

He dressed and headed out, trying to decide if he’d really been talking to a ghost earlier. For all he knew, it’d been a very realistic dream.

“Good Morning!”

He jolted, ‘nope, wasn’t a dream.’

“Good morning.”

He blinked in shock as his fire was now burning merrily, strong enough to cook a deer.

“Uh…”

“I can interact with my surroundings. So as an apology for waking you so early, I thought I’d make you breakfast. I found some berries I know are safe to eat and found some sausage and eggs in your cooler.”

Sure enough, there was a pan sitting to the side of the fire with some cooked eggs and sausage with some berries in a little pile next to it.

“Thank you.”

He sat down, eating directly from the pan, saving on dishes, and eating hte berries, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake. They looked safe from his knowledge.

He watched, mind still processing, as sand was poured on the fire, putting the flames out. Now he had to believe. He supposed seeing really was believing.

He checked his fire, just for a second eyes check before packing up his pack and double-checking his phone battery.

Once he’d confirmed it was fully charged and his water bottle, map and compass were in his pack’s side pockets, he hefted his pack on his back and set out on his planned hike, his new companion with him.

-Fin (For Now)

©Paula Crofoot

That’s it for now. What will happen next week? We’ll see…

‘Til Next Time, Friends!

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Posted in Mondays

Bloody Red Riding Hood

Hey, Ya’ll! Welcome back to PEP!

First, here’s the link to last week’s Wednesday Weird Tales of the Unknown:

Immortal Romeo, Missing Juliet

This week’s Sunday Fabricated Stories:

Trust Me?

and without further ado, last but not least, this week’s Monday Short Tale over on PEP’s other home:

Bloody Red Riding Hood

(Despite the title, there’s not too much blood but there is some darkness.)

Til Next Time, Friends.

Bloody Wolf