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พลังแห่งซาตาน

 

ก้อนหน้านั้นหลายปี ผมเคยให้หมอตรวจกระเพาะด้วยการ “กลืนแป้ง” เอกซเรย์มาก่อนแล้ว แต่ไม่พบสิ่งใดผิดปกติ…แพทย์ชื่อหมออรุณบอกว่าการตรวจลำไส้ใหญ่จะใช้วิธี นั้นไม่ได้ ต้อง “ส่องกล้อง” อย่างเดียวเท่านั้น

ยอมรับว่าหวาดเสียวมากๆ แต่หมออรุณก็บอกให้สบายใจว่าไม่ได้น่ากลัวหรอกเพราะจะ “ดมยา” ให้หลับสบาย ไม่เกินหนึ่งชั่วโมงก็เรียบร้อยหมดทุกอย่าง

ภรรยาจะมาเฝ้าไข้แต่ผมบอกว่าไม่เป็นไร อยู่บ้านกับลูกๆ เถอะ รุ่งขึ้นตอนเย็นค่อยพาลูกแวะมาก็ได้…คืนนั้นพยาบาลก็เอาน้ำโถใหญ่มาให้ ดื่ม เพื่อขับถ่ายกากอาหารออกไปให้หมด รุ่งขึ้นแพทย์จะได้ส่องกล้องดูลำไส้ใหญ่ได้อย่างปลอดโปร่ง ทัศนวิสัยดี ว่างั้นเถอะ!

ก่อนจะดื่มยาระบายครั้งมโหฬารในชีวิต เพื่อนฝูง 2-3 คนก็แวะมาเยี่ยม แถมหอบเบียร์มาหลายกระป๋อง อีกด้วย ผมก็…เลยตามเลย เดี๋ยวก็ต้องกินยาระบายอยู่ดี นี่นา

เพื่อนๆ กลับไปราวสามทุ่ม ผมต้องเข้าห้องน้ำเกือบสิบครั้ง ก่อนจะหลับผล็อยไปอย่างอ่อนเพลียสุดๆ

รุ่งขึ้น ผมก็ถูกเข็นขึ้นเขียง เอ๊ย! เข้าห้องผ่าตัด…เหลือบเห็นสายยางยาวเป็นวาก็แทบจะสลบไปก่อนจะ “ดมยา” ซะด้วยซ้ำ

ครั้นฟื้นขึ้นมาก็ได้ข่าวดีว่าปลอดภัย ไม่มีเนื้อร้ายอะไรงอกงามขึ้นเป็นส่วนเกิน ผมถามว่าเมื่อไหร่ต้องมาส่องกล้องกันอีก? หมออรุณก็หัวเราะอารมณ์ดี บอกว่าถ้าจะเป็นก็อีกนานมาก…อาจจะตายไปก่อนก็ได้!

เฮ้อ…โล่งอกไปที! ภรรยาพาลูกมาเยี่ยมตอนเย็น เพื่อนชุดใหม่โทรศัพท์มาถามข่าวล่วงหน้า ตกค่ำก็หอบเบียร์มาเกือบโหล…ต้องฉลองข่าวดีกันหน่อย พรุ่งนี้ก็กลับบ้านได้แล้ว

จนกระทั่งกลางดึกคืนนั้นเอง!

…ภาพของเพื่อนคู่นั้นค่อยๆ เดินถอยห่างออกไป เลือนรางจางหายไปในแสงไฟเยือกเย็น ผมสะบัดหน้าร้องเฮ้ยๆ อะไรกันวะ? เราคงตาฝาดไปเองแน่ๆ แต่เสียงผมคงดังไปถึงข้างนอก เพราะพยาบาลสาวหุ่นดีคนหนึ่งเดินสวนทางกับผู้ไร้ร่างกายที่หน้าประตูห้องน้ำ เข้ามาทันที

เธอบอกให้ผมนอนพักได้แล้ว ก่อนจะปิดไฟตามเดิม และแล้ว…ร่างสูงระหงที่มีหน้าอกกับสะโพกโดดเด่นก็เดินกลับไปตามเดิม… ละลายหายไปในอากาศธาตุใต้แสงไฟใกล้ๆ ประตูนั่นเอง

ผมหลับตา ความรู้สึกทั้งปวงดับวูบลง…

เมื่อ รู้สึกตัวตอนเช้าก็เห็นหมออรุณเข้ามายิ้มแฉ่งอยู่ข้างๆ เตียง…พยาบาลสาวอวบท้วมผู้หนึ่งยืนเยื้องอยู่ด้านหลัง…ไม่ใช่คนเมื่อคืน แน่นอน ผมอาจจะเมาเบียร์ก็เป็นได้ แต่ภาพที่เห็นคืนนั้นนึกแล้วขนหัวลุกทุกทีเลยครับ!

ผมปิดทีวี ปิดไฟหัวเตียง รูดม่านหนาทึบเรียบร้อย มีแต่แสงไฟหน้าห้องน้ำ ผมนึกถึงญาติสนิทมิตรสหายที่ล่วงลับไปแล้ว ด้วยโรคภัยไข้เจ็บบ้าง ด้วยอุบัติเหตุบ้าง…ทุกคนเกิดมาแล้วก็ต้องตายทั้งนั้น แต่ไม่ว่าใครๆ ก็ล้วนแต่กลัวตาย ไม่อยากตาย…อย่างผมนี่ไง

“รณจักร” เล่าประสบการณ์ขนหัวลุกจากคืนหนึ่งในโรงพยาบาล

ผมประสบ กับเรื่องราวน่าขนลุกขนพองเมื่อราว 5-6 ปีก่อน สาเหตุจากระบบขับถ่ายไม่น่าไว้ใจ ต้องไปนอนโรงพยาบาลแถวสุขุมวิทนี่เองเพื่อตรวจร่างกายเป็นเวลา 2 คืน

ตอน นั้นผมอายุ 40 ปลาย แพทย์ผู้เชี่ยวชาญทางเดินอาหารที่รู้จักมักคุ้นกันมาราว 3-4 ปี พูดอ้อมๆ ว่าน่าจะตรวจลำไส้ใหญ่ให้แน่นอนว่ามีอะไรผิดปกติหรือเปล่า? จะมีก้อนเนื้อหรือไม่?

ถ้าพูดกันตรงๆ ก็สงสัยว่าจะเป็นมะเร็งน่ะแหละครับ!

ใจหายวูบ นึกถึงเพื่อนรุ่นน้องที่ตายเมื่ออายุแค่ 40 ต้นๆ เท่านั้นเอง

เพื่อนชุดใหม่โผล่เข้ามาสองคน หิ้วเบียร์กระป๋องมาฝากเหมือนรายก่อนๆ แถมบอกว่าขืนเอาเบียร์ขวดมาเยี่ยม ก็ต้องแอบๆ ไปขอที่เปิดฝาจากแม่บ้าน…จำได้ไหม?

ผมเปิดไฟกลางห้อง ลุกขึ้นมานั่งซดเบียร์กับเพื่อน…ถึงจะขัดเขินนิดหน่อยก็ไม่เป็นไร ก็ผมไม่ใช่คนไข้นี่นา เพื่อนก็บอกว่าซดเบียร์เย็นๆ ซักสองกระป๋อง เดี๋ยวก็หลับสบายแล้ว! พวกเราขอลาไปก่อน…

หน้าผมชาเห่อ ขนลุกซ่าไปทั้งตัว ร้องว่า…อะไรนะ? เฮ้ย! นี่พวกลื้อ…แล้วสุ้มเสียงแหบแห้งก็ขาดหายไปในลำคอ แผ่นหลังเย็นวาบเหมือนถูกนาบด้วยก้อนน้ำแข็ง อ้าปากค้าง เบิกตาโพลง ตัวแข็งทื่ออยู่กับที่บัดดล

เพื่อนสองคนที่มาเยี่ยมผมเป็นรายล่าสุดน่ะ ตายไปแล้วทั้งสองคน จากอุบัติเหตุรถชนกัน กับตายเพราะ มะเร็งลำไส้ใหญ่เมื่ออายุ 40 ต้นๆ นั่นปะไร!

 

ห้องเช่าวิญญาณหลอน

ไม่รู้ว่าหลับไปนานแค่ไหนตอนที่รู้สึกตัวตื่นขึ้นมา แว่วเสียงซู่ซ่าในห้องน้ำด้านใกล้เตียง แม่ยังนอนตัวอุ่นๆ ระบายลมหายใจสม่ำ เสมอ ได้ยินชัดเจนในความเงียบ…ถ้างั้นคงจะเป็นพ่อที่เข้าไปอาบน้ำแน่ๆ เลย

ห้องน้ำที่นั่นไม่มีอ่างหรอกค่ะ แต่เขาทำเป็นม่านกั้นให้ยืนอาบจากฝักบัวด้านใน เอ๊ะ! พ่ออาบน้ำก่อนนอนแล้วนี่นา ดึกดื่นค่อนคืนแบบนี้จะต้องอาบน้ำอีกทำไมกัน? ด้วยความสงสัยหนูจึงชะแง้จากผ้าห่มไปที่เตียงพ่อ…นั่นปะไร! พ่อยังนอนกรนเบาๆ อยู่ที่เตียงตามเดิม

ออกเดินทางหน้าจุฬาฯ ตั้งแต่เจ็ดโมงเช้า ราวสามชั่วโมงก็ไปถึงเมืองแกลง แวะสักการะศาลสมเด็จกรมหลวงชุมพรเขตอุดมศักดิ์ หรือเรียกกันว่า “เสด็จเตี่ย” ท่านโปรดประทัดมากค่ะ คนไปจุดประทัดแก้บนเสียงเปรี้ยงปร้างเกือบตลอดเวลา

จากนั้นก็ไปชมป่าโกงกางที่มีสะพานไม้ให้เดินทอดน่องตามสบาย จนไปได้ครึ่งทางมีโกง กางสีทองเวิ้งว้างเหมือนทะเลต้นไม้ลิบลับ พ่อถ่ายรูปเยอะแยะ โดยเฉพาะหนูกับแม่กลายเป็นดาราหน้ากล้องไปเลย!

เสร็จจากอาหารกลางวันก็ไปเที่ยวบ้านจำรุง ซึ่งเป็นหมู่บ้านที่ยึดหลักเศรษฐกิจพอเพียงของในหลวง จนได้กลายเป็นเครือข่ายองค์กรชุมนุมบ้านจำรุง พวกคุณป้าคุณย่าคุณยายในคณะเราเลือกซื้อผลิต ภัณฑ์ โดยเฉพาะหมวกสวยๆ เป็นที่ระลึกกันแทบทุกคนเลยค่ะ

จากนั้นก็ไปชมอนุสาวรีย์สุนทรภู่ ผีเสื้อสมุทรกลายเป็นดาราดวงเด่นเพราะรูปร่างปั้นไว้ใหญ่โตมากอยู่ด้านหน้า ไม่ว่าใครผ่านมาเห็นก็ต้องถ่ายรูปทุกคน ส่วนพระอภัย นางละเวง สินสมุทร สุดสาคร กับม้ามังกรก็น่ารักน่ามองค่ะ

ดาราที่ไม่มีใครมองข้ามคือชีเปลือยไงคะ!

ศิลปินเขาปั้นเอาไว้ไม่ผิดเพี้ยนจากจินตนาการที่ทุกๆ คนยังจำได้ดี นั่นคือ “หนวดถึงเข่า เคราถึงนม ผมถึงตีน”

นักท่องเที่ยวสาวๆ ชอบถ่ายคู่กับผีเสื้อสมุทรและชีเปลือย ไม่รู้ว่าคิดอะไรอยู่ค่ะ? หนูเห็นพ่อถ่ายรูปมหากวีสุนทรภู่ที่อยู่ด้านในไกลลิบ คงต้องซูมภาพกันน่าดูนะคะ งานนี้น่ะ

แดดร้อนมากเลยต้องเร่ไปตึกแถวที่ขายของฝาก …เสียงพูดแต่ว่าไม่ซื้อๆ ขี้เกียจหอบกลับบ้าน เอาจริงเข้าหิ้วถุงทุเรียนกวน ผลไม้กวนกันไหล่ลู่ตามๆ กัน บอกว่าอดไม่ได้ค่ะ

หลังอาหารค่ำก็ชวนกันไปถนนคนเดิน แทบไม่น่าเชื่อว่าเขาออกร้านรวงกันคึกคัก แถมมีดนตรีสุน ทราภรณ์วงใหญ่มาประเดิมอีกด้วย ถึงจังหวะเต้นรำสนุกๆ ก็มีหญิงชายออกไปวาดลวดลายกันเพลิด เพลิน ของกินของเล่นมากมายจนตาลาย น่าสนุกจนเดินหลั่งไหลไปตามกันไม่รู้เบื่อเลยค่ะ…

ตายจริง! หนูมัวแต่เพ้อเจ้อเรื่องท่องเที่ยว เดี๋ยวก็ลืมเล่าเรื่องขนหัวไปจนได้!

โรงแรมที่เราพักหรูหราอยู่ใจกลางเมือง ห้องพักก็แสนสะอาดและสุดสวย มีทั้งเตียงคู่และโซฟาริมหน้าต่าง หลังจากอาบน้ำจนสบายตัวแล้วหนูก็นอนเตียงเดียวกับแม่ ส่วนพ่อนอนเตียงติดๆ กัน ดับไฟจนมืดสลัว เหลือแต่แสงสว่างจากห้องน้ำที่แง้มประตูไว้เท่านั้น

ความที่เหน็ดเหนื่อยอ่อนเพลียมาทั้งวัน ทำให้หนูหลับผล็อยอยู่ใต้ผ้าห่มผืนเดียวกับแม่ ท่ามกลางแอร์เย็นฉ่ำกำลังสบาบ

แล้วใครที่ไหนดอดเข้ามาอาบน้ำในห้องเราล่ะ?

วูบหนึ่ง หนูขนลุกซ่าไปทั้งตัว เคยอ่านเรื่องผีที่เขาเจอแบบนี้แต่ไม่กล้าลุกไปดู จนมันเงียบไปเอง แต่คนใจถึงผลักประตูผางเข้าไปก็พบแต่ความว่างเปล่า แถมพื้นห้องน้ำยังแห้งผาก ไม่มีร่องรอยว่าใครเพิ่งจะมาอาบน้ำซู่ซ่าอยู่หยกๆ เลยแม้แต่น้อยนิด

ไม่รู้ว่าเกิดอะไรขึ้นกับตัวเอง อาจจะเป็นเพราะอยากรู้อยากเห็น หรือไม่ก็กลัวเสียจนไม่กล้า เกิดอาการบ้าบิ่น ค่อยๆ เลื่อนตัวออกจากผ้าห่ม ลงเตียงไปที่หน้าห้องน้ำ…เสียงซู่ซ่าเงียบหาย แต่หนูผลักประตูเปิดผางทันใด

คุณพระช่วย! ร่างชายซีดขาวเปล่าเปลือย ผ่ายผอมเหมือนมีแต่หนังหุ้มกระดูกกำลังยืนถือฝักบัวรดหัวที่มีผมขาวๆ ขึ้นหร็อมแหร็ม…หันขวับมาทางหนูแล้วแสยะยิ้มน่าสยอง

หนูได้ยินเสียงตัวเองร้องกรี๊ดๆ จนแสบแก้วหู ไฟสว่างพึ่บ พ่อแม่วิ่งเข้ามากอดและเขย่าตัว หนูร้องไห้โฮ…ยังสงสัยว่าทำไมถึงไม่สิ้นสติไปก็ไม่รู้ซีคะ…ขนหัวลุกค่ะ!

Ghost students

The bus went off a good loaf. Among the actively cars and beautiful people. General contractors are much pillion was not wearing a helmet, too. I would buy the alcohol’s Eleven trustees thunderous crash was fitted up any resistance.

Truck pushed the motorcycle of floating rate plummeted out. Before crashing down on the foot spa bath. Oh the whistling sound. People stood there stunned by the Ken ran into the rapture.

Where is the evidence? The bodies of two men แaggแmgg there. But then a man wearing a helmet, he got up and stood confused. As if nothing happened. Looked at the fallen body of a man bleeding profusely is centered on the helmet … finely ridged side faces. I forgot to draw the eye down. Indicate that a slip of the perished.

I was studying in a different city than it was in my dorm mates Klongchan the camaraderie that we have 3-4 people all attend the same. It is the room next door. To another.

I, Otto and Ken is a group of friends that evening, if I do not have to always be ready to sit and eat some of it now I think.

Oh! Not to gossip about friends and fun and comfortable Cinema Do not tell me!

Ken – is the star of the gossip. The story and liposuction. I do not know from where to recruit. Ekgaasg are all fun. The action comedy about a love story as well as the ghost of the week, it’s clear to me endlessly.

Where tongues. Exciting phrase to throw jokes funny calls the room has really boomed.

The word “sex” in the coming 2-3 years ago, I’ve been told that Ken is now the “nail” and when we saw it, it was answer Chetek’s “nail” comes from the word “stock” means. There are many gigs. Lot size as stock as you like it!

It’s a strange phrase “to tell the Venerable mind” that we have heard his voice fighter. Ken’s unnatural to you. “… The pastor”.
To you I will curse it to the game with you. But I must admit that I did not laugh.

I have a lot of jokes about Ken. But today’s story, raising it to my other graph. The pulpit and overindulgence. I have a good friend who is also my mouth full haunted me. Habakg head to be near naked as you like it.

During the festival, it’s already …

Saturday evening you say carrying a large pack of beer from a convenience store as you enter the room, I had the fried catfish with spicy and sour sauce with spicy fried pig’s head that I was finished with squid. Sweet mango pickle. Prawn crackers. Located on the ground floor with good climbers here.

Lacks the other Cane. I just now complaining about it. Suddenly, it was pushed back!

“I’ve yet to encounter extreme register but” it was a gasp. Since it’s not a “Oh! Oh my spine. I was not otherwise “.

Ken, you say you grab a beer and turn up the westbound Plaek. By indifferent owners. I took it before I got to open Pึm beer fridge to sit by it. Ken used to hand cut the foam at the mouth and sighed heavily.

“Have u ever seen. I was a child my eyes a little? Oh! Eyes to see it. The eyes of the law, but I have since moved … to the advent of angels here but I just saw this just now. ”

“Where the hell?” It seems that we are asked to improvise together.

“We Soi Home Art Gallery was not just” drink beer quickly before it goes on …

“… The story of the election. Elected “King Ken Adam saliva. “I really like that slip away. I swear I’m not. I already know? I stared into my eyes, that I forget to blink repeatedly accurately before one! Oh my … I ran straight through the body, it comes here! Ow … “.

“He would not have killed me,” I say, leave a comment. Ken is not the answer, they just knock on the door. I got to see but did not see anyone. The TARDIS is a knock sounded again. This time I got to open it, Ken. That’s it. That sound you hear? We turned sharply to see.

Ken draws the bulge facing tight down the bottom of the page Hgmebga hold your mouth open eyes … We got to see it trembling hand pointed forward. But it appears that no one was there alone.

Since then Ken, you have to go to the bedroom and I think this is the night. I curse myself that I did not listen to us as well. Not gibberish. It scared me to death … really!

black crystal

Shadows lurked at the edge of the circus camp spread around the black mountain of the Big Top pitched beside Shady Creek in a field outside of Sarasota, Florida. The evening cooking and warming fires of the circus people mingled bacon smells with wood smoke and waves of warm air. The railroad tracks marched across a distant meadow with the circus train stretching out on them like a pencil line. One of the shadows materialized into a gypsy wagon with rickety wheels, chipped red and blue paint, faded orange letters, and a scattering of white stars circling a black crystal ball decorating its weather worn sides. Madam Cecelia sat in the oval doorway of the wagon holding the original black crystal ball in her hands. She turned the evening cool, smooth crystal ball over and over and she held it up to the light from the small fire burning in front of her wagon and admired the patterns of the flames as they danced across the crystal ball’s surface.

Then the texture and temperature of the ball changed. It began to warm up gradually like a frozen hand thawing out in a mitten. Soon the crystal ball became too warm for Madam Cecelia to hold and she dropped it on the seat beside her.

“Ouch, that was hot!” Madam Cecelia exclaimed. She leaned over so far that her yellow turban slipped over her eyes and the sleeve of her green and purple striped robe completely covered the crystal ball. She pushed her turban back on her head, pulled her sleeve off the crystal ball and stared into it. Then she asked the cool March air, “Why are you here, Bettina?”

Madam Cecelia stared into the crystal ball and she saw Bettina doing a back flip at the dinner table back at her home.

“I’m going to find Uncle Andy and join the circus!” Bettina proclaimed to those at the table.

Bettina knew exactly where to find Uncle Andy. She read in the Sarasota Spectator that circus owner Robert Ringling had done something different this war year of March 1944. Instead of following the usual custom of dress rehearsing his show in New York, Robert Ringling decided to try out his company right here in Sarasota, Florida. He called his production staff, performers, and musicians to the circus winter quarters and rehearsed and practiced them for weeks. Bettina had read about it in the Sarasota Spectator every day for the past three months. Today, March 26, 1944, the Sarasota Spectator reported that the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus had performed without a hitch and all of the proceeds were going to charity. This would be the last night in town for the circus. It was heading north to New York and then on to Hartford, Connecticut in July. Bettina had recently learned that her Uncle Andy had been an acrobat with the circus for six years.

Bettina couldn’t believe when she came up out of her flip and saw Uncle Andy sitting in the seat of honor next to Papa. Uncle Andy smiled at her. “So I finally get to meet my niece, Bettina. Wonderful flip, just wonderful. You can show me the rest of your act after dinner.”

Bettina’s eyes lit up like she had swallowed a firecracker. She choked on the tea that she had begun to sedately sip to please Papa.

“Papa, can Uncle Andy and I practice acrobatics after dinner?”

Papa set his tea cup into its saucer so hard that tea sloshed over the edges unto Mama’s white lace tablecloth.

Papa seemed to stare straight through Uncle Andy, which Bettina found odd. After all, Uncle Andy was at least twice Papa’s size with red hair that clashed with Papa’s brown hair, and bushy red eyebrows resembling a burning bush. Papa’s glare rested on Mama. “Helen, I forbid you to encourage that child in her absurd fantasies! Circus acrobat, indeed!”

“Dreams aren’t absurd, dear. It takes faith and imagination to dream,” Mama said.

Glaring at Bettina, Papa said, “I forbid you to wear anything but white dresses and pink hair ribbons, and I order you to keep both of your feet on the ground at all times!”

Mama hurried to the kitchen to get a tea towel as Bettina stared at her Papa, shocked at his sudden anger. She dabbed her lace tablecloth with it. “I’m sorry, Helen,” Papa said, grabbing the other end of the towel and dabbing at the tea stain that invaded the tablecloth like a fire licking the edges of a piece of paper. He dabbed at the stain with his end of the towel. “I’ll get you another lace tablecloth, Helen.” He continued to ignore Uncle Andy.

Mama patted his hand and gently worked the dish towel out of it. “Kenneth, why don’t you go into the study and relax while Bettina and I do the dishes?”

Bettina watched Papa walk to the study, Uncle Andy trailing behind, still unnoticed. Papa looked and acted like he was walking into freezing water.

In the kitchen, Mama handed Bettina the dish towel with one hand and a pair of patched brown knickers with the other. They once belonged to her older brother Frank, who had left for Army service months ago.

“You patched Frank’s knickers, Mama. Oh, thank you!”

“Now, if I can just calm your father down enough for you to practice,” Mama muttered as she and Bettina did the dinner dishes. By the time they were finished, Mama had an idea to calm Papa. She told Papa she had a “rose problem” and since Papa liked roses so much, he went to the rose garden with her right away.

Wondering why Mama and Papa were ignoring Uncle Andy, Bettina put on Frank’s patched knickers and one of Papa’s shirts and rushed back into Papa’s study. Uncle Andy showed Bettina the fine points of somersaulting, back flips, and hand stands. It seemed to Bettina that all Uncle Andy had to do was show her the acrobat moves and she was doing them. She flew through the air, she turned and twisted. Bettina was flying!

Bettina was so happy with her acrobatics and Uncle Andy was so happy with his teaching her that neither of them noticed Papa until he stomped through the door and grabbed Bettina in mid somersault. He sat Bettina down on the floor so hard that her teeth chattered. “Go upstairs and take off those knickers at once!” Papa shouted.

“But me and Uncle Andy…” Bettina protested.

“Don’t you mention his name in this house again!” Papa roared.

Uncle Andy turned and rushed out out the front door, slamming it behind him. Bettina then went into the hall closet and got out one of Frank’s old baseball caps that Mama had put there. Bettina put on the baseball cap, marched upstairs then carefully climbed down the rose trellis that Mama had put up outside her window. Using her newly practiced crab crawl, she climbed down two stories, careful to use the toeholds in the trellis. Then she hurried toward the circus grounds on Sherwood Avenue, looking for Uncle Andy.

 

Madam Cecelia stared into the crystal ball and she saw Bettina running toward the Big Top.

“Bettina, why are you here?” As Bettina ran closer, the crystal ball again changed temperature from warm to so hot that Madam Cecelia dropped it and waved her hands in the air to cool them off.

“How did you know my name?” Bettina asked the strange looking woman in the green and purple striped robe and yellow turban who looked more like a clown than a spooky gypsy fortune teller. “How did you recognize me when I’m wearing my knickers and my baseball cap?”

“I know all. I see around knickers. I see under baseball caps. I see into the future,” Madam Cecelia intoned.

“Your turban is on crooked,” Bettina told Madam Cecelia.

“My crystal ball is straight looking and talking,” Madam Cecelia said. “And it’s telling you to go home. Girls don’t run away to join the circus.”

“Most girls don’t join the circus but I’m not most girls. I wear knickers and turn somersaults and I’m going to find my Uncle Andy and I’m going to join the circus with him,” Bettina said.

“Come inside, then,” said Madam Cecelia, beckoning to Bettina. Your Uncle Andy is busy carrying water for the elephants, but we can wait for him here and maybe fix him some supper.” She patted the wagon seat beside her.

At first Bettina hesitated, but when Madam Cecelia looked at her like she was a timid girl, Bettina climbed up beside her on the wagon seat. Madam Cecelia handed her the crystal ball. “Hold this while I go inside and get some sausage to fry for supper,” she said to Bettina.

Madam Cecelia disappeared inside the wagon for what seemed like hours to Bettina. Darkness had tucked itself more firmly around the wagon during the time Madam Cecelia was inside, and the fire in front of the wagon nearly went out. When Madam Cecelia saw the embers, she said sharply to Bettina, “Quickly, quickly, go to the woods across the field there and collect more firewood.”

Bettina stumbled across the dark field, her feet tripping over roots and the uneven ground. Once she stumbled into a rabbit hole and had to struggle to get out. Her ankle ached, but she kept running. Finally, she reached the edge of the woods. The wall of trees, as solid as the black bulk of the Big Top, seemed to rush to meet her, their branches reaching out to grab her and pull her into their thick scratchy arms.

Although she was wearing her knickers, Bettina shivered like she had seen her girlfriends Sally and Janet shiver when they were afraid. She also had seen her cousin Frank whistle when he was afraid, so she shivered and whistled both, as she took three steps into the woods. She could see twigs and small branches on the ground and she quickly gathered up an armful and turned to run away.

Then she saw it – a bright red glowing light coming toward her and growing larger and larger as it drew nearer. Bettina stopped whistling. The glowing red light was a red dragon with fire shooting from its nose and claws, flying faster than she could run.

Grasping her firewood closely to her chest, Bettina ran for the edge of the woods, with the fire breathing dragon chasing her. Bettina thought that the dragon wouldn’t follow her out of the woods, but she could feel the dragon’s breath on her neck as she raced across the meadow. The fiery breath of the dragon singed her hair and she did several somersaults to get further ahead. Bettina was so out of breath she couldn’t even shout for help as she ran past the cooking fires of the circus people camped for the night.

Still clutching the firewood, Bettina did one giant somersault and landed in front of Madam Cecelia’s campfire. She stood up from her somersault, dropped the wood in front of the fire, and panting and wheezing, she pointed to where she had last seen the fire breathing dragon.

“There!” she gasped. “There!”

“There’s no one there,” Madam Cecelia said. “Thank you for getting the wood. And Andy is here!” She pointed to her crystal ball.

Bettina stared into the crystal ball, but she didn’t see anything but her own reflection.

“I want to see Uncle Andy! Uncle Andy’s an acrobat! He flies through the air on three trapezes and does somersaults in the air between them. He’s the best acrobat in the world, and I want to be just like him.”

For a minute Bettina had forgotten about the fire eating dragon, but the blazing of Madam Cecelia’s fire as she threw on the firewood reminded her and she looked over both of her shoulders. She didn’t see the dragon, but before she could say anything about it, a man with shoulders like barrels came up to the fire. Staring at Bettina, he said, “The elephants need feeding, watering, and bedding down NOW!”

The man with the shoulders like barrels pulled Bettina along by the arm and then into a nearby barn where two elephants stood flinging hay into the air. He handed her two buckets. “Fill these with water from the creek near the Big Top while I feed them some carrots and toss some hay for their beds,” he said.

Bettina carried the water buckets past the campfires of the circus people and soon she saw Shady Creek, so small that she was tempted to somersault across it, running past the Big Top. Instead, she knelt on its banks, and filled the water buckets. As she stood up and picked up the water buckets, Bettina’s eyes rested on peak of the Big Top. She then saw a thin line of fire spread across the canvas like water soaking into a sponge.

Bettina hauled her buckets of water to the doorway of the Big Top and stood on tiptoe, trying to throw water on the fire.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The man with shoulders like barrels stood beside her and grabbed a bucket from her hand.

“I’m trying to put out the fire. Don’t you see it?” Bettina waved frantically at the top of the Big Top, but there was no fire, just a smooth expanse of canvas.

“You need to get that water back to the elephants and stop playing tricks,” the man said. “Now git along with you!”

Bettina refilled the water buckets and hurried back to the barn. She heard the elephants trumpeting as she got nearer to the barn, and she put the buckets of water in front of the elephants and watched them take long slow drinks. Suddenly, one of the elephants took a long drink of water in its trunk and squirted it at the other elephant. Bettina laughed as the other elephant retaliated and both of them squirted water at each other. She kept laughing as she traveled back and forth to the creek for five more buckets of water so the elephants would have enough water to drink and squirt.

After she had finished watering the elephants, Bettina went back to Madam Cecelia’s gypsy wagon. She had to find Uncle Andy and if the crystal ball could tell her where to find him, she would pester it until it told her.

The wagon door was closed, but Bettina talked to it anyway. “Madam Cecelia, I’ve seen the strangest things around here tonight. First, a fire eating dragon chased me across the meadow, but I hung on to the firewood. Then I saw a flame run across the top of the Big Top, and when I told the man with barrel shoulders, he said he didn’t see it and he told me to keep hauling water for the elephants. What’s going on?”

Madam Cecelia didn’t open the door. Bettina stared into the shadows. Suddenly, she felt afraid. What if the fire eating dragon came charging at her from the other side of the fire?

Bettina folded her hands and cracked her knuckles. She could somersault away from the dragon again if she had to do it! She tried not to be afraid. After all, Papa had told her many times, his voice dripping with scorn, that girls and women were timid creatures.

Bettina jumped up and did a back flip. She knocked on the closed door of Madam Cecelia’s gypsy wagon. She shouted, “Madam Cecelia, are you coming out?”

Madam Cecelia stepped out of the wagon and sat on the front seat. She stared sternly at Bettina.

“The circus train is pulling out early in the morning,” Madam Cecelia said. “You will not be on it.”

Bettina stared back just as sternly. “I will be on the train with Uncle Andy.”

Madam Cecelia beckoned to her. “Come and sit and look into the crystal ball. Listen to the crystal ball.”

“I’ll sit and wait for Uncle Andy,” Bettina said, climbing up on the seat. She sat and waited and waited, but Uncle Andy didn’t appear. Finally, Bettina said, “I’m going to look for him.” By this time the campfire had died down into glowing embers and darkness had settled its heavy black folds around them. “Do you have a lantern?” Bettina asked Madam Cecelia.

“The crystal ball glows in the dark,” Madam Cecilia, said, handing the ball to Bettina. Bettina took the crystal ball in her hands and light shone through it and colored her skin like the moon shining behind the clouds. The crystal ball lit the faces of all of the circus people she walked by, but not Uncle Andy’s.

By the time she returned from her searching for him, the sun had begun to send fingers of light across the sky. All of the circus people had doused their campfires, packed up their gear, and boarded the circus train. The trainers had loaded all of the animals, including the two elephants. Bettina felt more afraid than she ever had when the fire breathing dragon had chased her. She felt so sad that she didn’t even want to turn somersaults nor do back flips. She just wanted to find Uncle Andy.

Suddenly, the crystal ball stopped glowing. It went completely black and felt as cold as Bettina’s hopes. Slowly, she walked back to Madam Cecelia’s wagon, but Madam Cecelia, too, had gone along with her horse and wagon. The only sign that remained that she had been there was trampled grass and the black circle where the camp fire had burned.

Bettina heard the train whistle in the distance. “What do you want me to do with your crystal ball?” she shouted. The mournful whistle of the train answered her question.

Bettina took the crystal ball home with her and hid it in her closet underneath a pile of pink dresses. She felt its magic smoothness as she listened to Papa’s scolding. After he had calmed down, they sat by the fire in the evenings, and Papa shared stories about when he and Uncle Andy were boys. Andy was always an acrobat and Papa, the serious and responsible person.

“You’re a lot like him and you’re a girl. That’s why I’m so hard on you,” Papa said. He started to say something else, but his voice choked up and he jumped up and hurried to his study. Bettina knew that he was standing by the window blowing his nose. She could hear him.

The next morning was Saturday, so Bettina didn’t have to hurry off to school. She went into Papa’s study. She knew he would be sitting in his arm chair reading the Sarasota Sentinel. Papa was indeed sitting in his arm chair, the Sarasota Sentinel folded across his knees. He held his blue and white polka dotted handkerchief to his nose and blew loudly, his eyes moist.

Bettina ran over and threw her arms around Papa’s knees, and the paper fell to the floor.

“Papa, why are you crying?” she said, picking up the newspaper and handing it to him.

Papa handed her the newspaper and pointed to a paragraph on the front page that he had circled with a black crayon.

Bettina read the paragraph, and her eyes widened in shock. For the paper said that the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus was honoring Andrew Yonkers, formerly an acrobat with the circus, who had died when his tent caught on fire two years before. He had bravely saved several audience members before meeting his certain death in the flames.

Bettina stared at Papa. “But Papa…”

“I didn’t like it because I thought he got more attention from my Mama and Papa than I did. I didn’t like it because you wanted to be like him. I wanted you to want to be like me.”

“But Papa, I saw him.”

Papa was sobbing so hard that he couldn’t answer her. Bettina sat in Papa’s lap and hugged him until he stopped crying. From that day on, Papa had Bettina practice her acrobatics in his study.

For days at a time, Bettina forgot about the crystal ball hidden in her closet. Then, on the night of Thursday July 6, 1944, after she had spent the day practicing somersaults like Uncle Andy did and after she had bathed and changed into her night gown, Bettina saw a glow through her closed closet door. She got out the crystal ball and rubbed it. The ball began to vibrate with a faint tinge of light, like the sunrise over the ocean and then it glowed a deep, fiery red like the fire breathing dragon. Bettina saw the Big Top and this time instead of a narrow ribbon, the Big Top blazed with banners of flame that waved in the wind and spread across the canvas. Bettina saw an acrobat turning flips and cutting doorways in the Big Top canvas so that frightened children and their parents could escape from the burning tent.

The next day, Bettina went to the meadow at the edge of the woods where the circus had spent the winter. Madam Cecelia’s wagon stood parked in its old place and Madam Cecelia, wearing a green and red polka dot turban, sat on the seat, smiling at Bettina.

“I brought back your crystal ball,” Bettina said. “It helped me find Uncle Andy.”

Madam Cecelia hugged her. “It will be here when you need it again,” she said.

Bettina turned somersaults all of the way home.

Ghost ship

The old age of fifty pieces of white hair, dark eyes, muscular figure looks like … I’m drinking toddy with fish that is a favorite of the grill. Receptions growth to Bangkok together with her left eye, the two minerals. Well livelihood of mangrove trees to sell charcoal from young to old.

Both spouses have an antique wooden boat excavated Showcase. For full body hair cut mangrove trees. To the hundreds of people, most reliable piece of … Wooden Showcase that has haunted me. But we are using the excavators Showcase of wood for many generations ago anyway.

One look at the Ore Mountains, it is the sugar house. Grandma came to draw water, or the water is not known. Mineral eye on the fish for the grill, please do not respond. When I got out I saw his face I Grok water.

There was talk that the move is a breeze to do. I get to bring out some … Some people believe that the paranormal is the Showcase!

Funeral passed. The receptions will it take to burn her to Bangkok to look up all the ore out to the living as the old mangrove trees. Villagers saw two trucks mangrove grandparents home. Applied across the board to the coast. Then help transport a timber carrying a large stack front row … now mine eye. The need to do it all alone. Although sympathetic to the idea that it will help.

M ore Vista looks dull to me. Manner similar despair in his weary evening was to sit quietly sip sugar. DoD canal alone flash red until the dusk to see the kids running because I thought that haunted me.

When children misbehave, whether women or men as well. I swim to the island as cargo tug. To climb with a rope tied between various vessel. I also carry a catapult into the garden. I shot a squirrel by coconut plantations. This is to do this as you like. Do not worry about it.

Why is it like gnawing squirrels eat coconut mild damage to one who shot the squirrels will get me my Palm was awarded to 10 children.

Recalled the atmosphere of cultivated trees. Covered with shade trees in quiet times, it is not totally lost. Think crystal clear rivers. Shrimp, fish. He caught me by the docks, large shrimp. Hand very easily.

I think the canal is made up of minerals eye out!

I’ve been burning coal, it will not sell. He was taken to the burn. Sugar … I had to send it off to be sold as mangrove cutting on the Humber appearance like the other day only.

I’ve seen many people sitting quietly sip sugar is suddenly beckon to dredge wooden Showcase. Calling loudly to hear that.

“I came to DC. Dear grandmother left! I love to sit in my knee Eheahuk “.

Looking at the board, it’s a little wobbly. By waves. I have not seen someone with the same hurried away football shorts. Thrill to the same cardiac disturbances.

Some time later he was found dead lie stretched eye on ores mined in the glass vessel. Wrinkled lips with a little smile. Open your eyes widely. Promising a bright one that I have seen have been waiting for so long.

Little House on the old tin roof foxy Became abandoned. Eventually decay down to the ground …

Wooden Showcase dredge vessels are not apathetic. Leak into the cracks … and sank under the water. But the story haunted me to this day only!

toilet scraming

The only thing that I need to tell my housekeeper but he worked for. He also raising it. But he also says that many people. Whether it’s a lullaby. Daylight when alone in the room. When I came to college I had to take a bunch I know that the previous work. The work also will tell you that the day after it. Or whether it is due to the frequent (Friday the 13th) would tell me that the story is true, I was very afraid of ghosts.
Because of the history that I know that I will be the old hospital. I noticed that it’s basically down to a sauce like most troubling troubling my car into the bay well. That day I had to work a shift 14:00 to 22:00 am

I was not late, but the staff would return home exhausted. Abdominal pain is a common bathroom. I was at about 19:00 pm and went into the bathroom, where I saw my fellow employees and I went to see the behind. And I thought it was going to the bathroom with a friend. And he went into the final room. Which I had seen during his closed door.

I did.

Have not found anything. Leave a room empty room that I was in the next room. I finished my errands. The room was not open and there was no sound except the silence. And even then I have to run anyway. I remember that you can not use the bathroom for a long time.

And when I asked you to make sure that the room is available or not. It turns out that it is not. It is not a man to climb and be with me, but it turns out that the cleaning equipment.

Ghost Story Death

Ghost

Within an hour of my arrival at Fort Union, my new post, my best friend Johnny came to the barracks with a broad grin and a friendly clout on the shoulder. He’d hurried over as soon as he heard I had come, and we talked ’til sunset and beyond.

As soon as Johnny mentioned Celia’s name, I knew he had it bad for her. To hear him talk, Celia was the most amazing woman who had ever graced God’s green earth. She was the sister-in-law of the captain, and all the young men on the base were infatuated with her. Celia was the prettiest of the eligible ladies that graced Fort Union society. She liked the spice of adventure to be found so near the wilds.

Johnny alternated between elation when Celia talked with him and despair when she flirted with another man. I watched their courtship from afar and was troubled. There was something about Celia that I didn’t like. I never mentioned it to Johnny, but I thought she was too much of a flirt. I wished Johnny had fallen for a nicer woman.

About a month after I arrived at Fort Union, a birthday dance was given for one of the officers. To Johnny’s elation, Celia agreed to be his partner at the dance. Johnny was dancing on cloud nine all night, until a messenger came gasping into the room to report an Apache raid. With a small scream of terror, Celia clung shamelessly to Johnny and begged him not to go even though he was the lieutenant put in charge of the mission. Well sir, Johnny proposed to her right then and there and Celia accepted. Furthermore, Celia told Johnny that she would wait for him, and that if he didn’t come back she would never marry. I doubted Celia’s sincerity, but Johnny just ate it up.

I was assigned to Johnny’s troop, so I had to leave too. We started out the next morning, and had a rough week tracking down and fighting the Apaches. Johnny split up the troop; taking command of the first group and giving me command of the second. My men reached the rendezvous point with no casualties, but only half of the other group arrived, and Johnny was not among them. They’d been ambushed by the Apaches. I had to take command of the troop. We searched for survivors, but never found Johnny’s body. As soon as I could, I ordered the men to turn for home.

Celia made a terrible, heart-rending scene when she found out Johnny was missing. She flung herself into my arms when I gave her the news and sobbed becomingly. The display turned my stomach, it was so obviously insincere. I excused myself hastily and left her to the ministrations of the other soldiers. From that time on, I was careful to stay away from Celia, who mourned less than a week for my friend before resuming her flirtatious ways.

About a month later, a rich handsome lieutenant arrived at Fort Union. He was from the East, and Celia took a real shine to him. Johnny was completely forgotten and so was her promise to him. It wasn’t long before Celia and the lieutenant were engaged and started planning a big wedding. Nothing but the very best would suit Celia, and her bridegroom had the money to indulge her.

Everyone in Fort Union was invited to the ceremony, and the weather was perfect on the day of the wedding. Everyone turned out in their best clothes and the wedding was a social success. After the ceremony, all the guests were invited to a celebratory ball.

We were waltzing around the ballroom when the door flew open with a loud bang. A gust of cold air blew in, dimming the candles. A heart-wrenching wail echoed through the room. The music stopped abruptly and everyone turned to look at the door. Standing there was the swollen, dead body of a soldier. It was dressed in an officer’s uniform. The eyes were burning with a terrible fire. The temple had a huge gash from a hatchet-blow. There was no scalp. It was Johnny.

The whole crowd stood silent, as if in a trance. No one moved, no one murmured. I wanted to cry out when I recognized Johnny, but I was struck dumb like the rest of the wedding guests.

Johnny walked across the room and took Celia out of her bridegroom’s arms. She was frozen in horror and could not resist. Johnny looked at the musicians. Still in a trance, they began to play a horrible, demonic sounding waltz. Johnny and Celia began to dance. They swept around and around the room, doing an intricate waltz. Johnny held the white-clad bride tight against his dead body while a deathly pallor crept over her face. Her steps slowed but still Johnny held her tight and moved them around in a grisly parody of a waltz. Celia’s eyes bulged. She turned as white as her gown and her mouth sagged open. She gave one small gasp, and died in his arms.

Johnny dropped Celia’s body on the floor and stood over her, wringing his blood-stained hands. He threw back his head and gave another unearthly wail that echoed around the room. Then he vanished through the door.

Released from the trance, the crowd gasped and exclaimed. The bridegroom ran to Celia and knelt beside her, wringing his hands in the same manner as Johnny. His cries were all too human.

Unable to bear the sight of the stricken bridegroom, I took my captain aside and asked permission to take a small detail back to the place where our troop had been attacked by the Apaches to search once more for my dead friend. He sent a dozen men with me. We combed the area, and finally found Johnny’s body hidden in a crevice. It looked exactly the same as it had appeared on the night of Celia’s wedding.

We brought Johnny back to the fort with us and the captain buried him beside Celia. Celia’s bridegroom went back East shortly after we buried Johnny, and I resigned my commission a few days later and went home, never wanting to see that cursed place again.

I heard later that Celia’s ghost was often seen at dusk, weeping over Johnny’s grave, but I never went back to Fort Union to see it for myself.