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<blockquote data-quote="johndaw16" data-source="post: 2126705" data-attributes="member: 12033"><p><strong>Ghosts of the Past: Episode I...Good Morning, Sunshine...cont.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Sunday, Oct. 1st</strong> </p><p></p><p>Everyone tried to look casual as they walked into the Main St. Library, but they still stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd of parents and their kids. Mer grimaced, her hands twitched as she tried to keep herself from taking a drag off her flask. At her insistence they all sat at a corner computer upstairs. </p><p></p><p>A few key strokes later and they were all reading over the latest headlines of the Red Herring. Mer shook her head, how could anyone actually buy this garbage. It was obvious AJ didn’t know a thing about how <em>it</em> really was. </p><p></p><p>The website had a slick design, theme music, CPU draining graphics, drop down menus to useful things like: Report a UFO, Alien Abduction Helpline, JFK Conspirator Most-Wanted List, and a Ghost Sighting Counter. A digital supermarket tabloid on steroids ready to spam your hotmail account; the irony of it wasn’t lost on Mer. Here she was, a <strong>real</strong> vampire, in a library surrounded by book club kids and their doting parents reading a worthless e-zine that spouted nonsense about the <em>unseen</em> world. Had she been this naïve too? This oblivious to everything that went on everyday around them? </p><p> </p><p>Po interrupted her thoughts, “Hey, look at this guys.” She clicked on last months issue; the leading article read <em>A Real-Life Fantastic Four</em>. “Looks like AJ wasn’t kidding when he wanted an interview, he’s made us all some sorta superheroes.” </p><p> </p><p>“F***, that’s just great.” Mer closed the page, going back to the main page. “Like we need more attention, personally I don’t want to be the subject of some nut-jobs comic book fantasies.” </p><p> </p><p>Mer searched around and found a link to the comic shop that AJ owned, the Bazaar of Wonders, at the bottom of the Red Herring site. “Nothing like a bit of free advertising, right?” </p><p></p><p>They found the address for the shop and wrote it down, North Ave. and Warwick Blvd. barely a five minute drive from the library. Rich took the keyboard, brought up Google and typed in the acronym VAGHRS. A few seconds later they were all looking at the homepage for the Virginia Ghosts and Haunting Research Society. </p><p></p><p>“Man, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Mer looked at Po. “There’s more people like AJ?” </p><p></p><p>“Check to see if there’s any information on that guy Steve, AJ mentioned.” Jessica pulled out the letter, double checking for a last name. </p><p></p><p>Rich shook his head after a few minutes searching, “There’s no members list or anything, there’s just a mention of a guy named Steve in one of the haunting reports. That’s all we got.” </p><p></p><p>Po shrugged, stood and pushed her chair in. “Looks like that’s all we're gonna get too. Let’s hit that elementary school and see it for ourselves. Then go to AJ’s shop and see if we can get any clue of where he’s at.” </p><p></p><p>They all slipped out of the library as fast as they could, ignoring the evil eye from the librarian at the front desk. Mer relaxed as soon as she was out, releasing the knots of tension she unconsciously held in her shoulders and neck. It was a short brisk walk across Warwick Blvd. and down Main St. to the school. They passed through the 1920’s era military housing that made up historic Hilton Village: quaint little yards, steep roofs, and arched front doors. They joined the small crowd gathered on the sidewalks and around the Hilton Presbyterian Church. </p><p> </p><p>The sight that attracted the crowd was surreal. The small school was in shambles. Nearly all its windows were broken glass glittered like diamonds in the yard. Papers, pages from books, and pieces of magazines fluttered from the windows, as if a ticker tape parade just blew through town. Window frames rattled as whole desks hurtled through the air to break themselves upon the steel frames. A small rivulet of brown water leaked from beneath the front doors winding its way to the gutter and eventually down to the James. The lights flashed and flickered constantly trying to give the wide-eyed onlookers seizures. </p><p></p><p>On the church lawn, standing in an arc facing the school, a small crowd of people held hands and gave prayers up to God begging for peace to descend upon the school. Policemen stood in a harried line on the sidewalk in front of the school. They shared worried glances shifting between the crowd and the menace of the school. Traffic on River Rd. crawled past the school, as rubber-neckers took their fill. News vans lined the other side of the road, antennas and bad hair sprouting like weeds. </p><p></p><p>“Wow…for once guys I think the Daily Press might be right on the money.” Po forced her way through the crowd, only stopping when she stood on the curb. </p><p></p><p>They silently observed the havoc. The disturbances continued unabated, random and unexplained. The four of them stood there with a feeling of foreboding, wondering if this was really Dantalion's doing. Rich stirred, shoved his hands in his pockets and turned. “There’s nothing we can do. We’re not going to be able to take a closer look with all those cops hanging around. Let’s just get to that shop and find AJ fast.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="johndaw16, post: 2126705, member: 12033"] [b]Ghosts of the Past: Episode I...Good Morning, Sunshine...cont.[/b] [B]Sunday, Oct. 1st[/B] Everyone tried to look casual as they walked into the Main St. Library, but they still stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd of parents and their kids. Mer grimaced, her hands twitched as she tried to keep herself from taking a drag off her flask. At her insistence they all sat at a corner computer upstairs. A few key strokes later and they were all reading over the latest headlines of the Red Herring. Mer shook her head, how could anyone actually buy this garbage. It was obvious AJ didn’t know a thing about how [I]it[/I] really was. The website had a slick design, theme music, CPU draining graphics, drop down menus to useful things like: Report a UFO, Alien Abduction Helpline, JFK Conspirator Most-Wanted List, and a Ghost Sighting Counter. A digital supermarket tabloid on steroids ready to spam your hotmail account; the irony of it wasn’t lost on Mer. Here she was, a [B]real[/B] vampire, in a library surrounded by book club kids and their doting parents reading a worthless e-zine that spouted nonsense about the [I]unseen[/I] world. Had she been this naïve too? This oblivious to everything that went on everyday around them? Po interrupted her thoughts, “Hey, look at this guys.” She clicked on last months issue; the leading article read [I]A Real-Life Fantastic Four[/I]. “Looks like AJ wasn’t kidding when he wanted an interview, he’s made us all some sorta superheroes.” “F***, that’s just great.” Mer closed the page, going back to the main page. “Like we need more attention, personally I don’t want to be the subject of some nut-jobs comic book fantasies.” Mer searched around and found a link to the comic shop that AJ owned, the Bazaar of Wonders, at the bottom of the Red Herring site. “Nothing like a bit of free advertising, right?” They found the address for the shop and wrote it down, North Ave. and Warwick Blvd. barely a five minute drive from the library. Rich took the keyboard, brought up Google and typed in the acronym VAGHRS. A few seconds later they were all looking at the homepage for the Virginia Ghosts and Haunting Research Society. “Man, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Mer looked at Po. “There’s more people like AJ?” “Check to see if there’s any information on that guy Steve, AJ mentioned.” Jessica pulled out the letter, double checking for a last name. Rich shook his head after a few minutes searching, “There’s no members list or anything, there’s just a mention of a guy named Steve in one of the haunting reports. That’s all we got.” Po shrugged, stood and pushed her chair in. “Looks like that’s all we're gonna get too. Let’s hit that elementary school and see it for ourselves. Then go to AJ’s shop and see if we can get any clue of where he’s at.” They all slipped out of the library as fast as they could, ignoring the evil eye from the librarian at the front desk. Mer relaxed as soon as she was out, releasing the knots of tension she unconsciously held in her shoulders and neck. It was a short brisk walk across Warwick Blvd. and down Main St. to the school. They passed through the 1920’s era military housing that made up historic Hilton Village: quaint little yards, steep roofs, and arched front doors. They joined the small crowd gathered on the sidewalks and around the Hilton Presbyterian Church. The sight that attracted the crowd was surreal. The small school was in shambles. Nearly all its windows were broken glass glittered like diamonds in the yard. Papers, pages from books, and pieces of magazines fluttered from the windows, as if a ticker tape parade just blew through town. Window frames rattled as whole desks hurtled through the air to break themselves upon the steel frames. A small rivulet of brown water leaked from beneath the front doors winding its way to the gutter and eventually down to the James. The lights flashed and flickered constantly trying to give the wide-eyed onlookers seizures. On the church lawn, standing in an arc facing the school, a small crowd of people held hands and gave prayers up to God begging for peace to descend upon the school. Policemen stood in a harried line on the sidewalk in front of the school. They shared worried glances shifting between the crowd and the menace of the school. Traffic on River Rd. crawled past the school, as rubber-neckers took their fill. News vans lined the other side of the road, antennas and bad hair sprouting like weeds. “Wow…for once guys I think the Daily Press might be right on the money.” Po forced her way through the crowd, only stopping when she stood on the curb. They silently observed the havoc. The disturbances continued unabated, random and unexplained. The four of them stood there with a feeling of foreboding, wondering if this was really Dantalion's doing. Rich stirred, shoved his hands in his pockets and turned. “There’s nothing we can do. We’re not going to be able to take a closer look with all those cops hanging around. Let’s just get to that shop and find AJ fast.” [/QUOTE]
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