"Well, she looks like she going to be okay", said Bob with the signs of anxiety still very visiable on this face, as he rushed the 4 teenagers toward the door. "Don't you think you better get her home to rest? Its' probably just the excitement of the Day, afterall it is Halloween.." The group could hardly get out the door before Bob was closing it. "Be careful" he yelled through the crack of the door, as he closed it.
Bob leaned up the closed front door and let out a big exhale. What just happened? He thought to himself. Did Magwai have something to do with reviving that child? Then he thought back to the events before the doorbell rang. Magwai was talking wasn't he? Back to the nervous breakdown he was having. He look up at Maqwai, silently perched and staring.
"Magwai", he called, "were you talking to me a few minutes ago?" The Cat's ears perked but said nothing. "Come on Magwai, if you were speaking please do so now." Still no response. " Did you have something to do with waking that girl?"
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Then Bob remembered something and BELIEVED.
While he was rooting through the stuff on the desk, he had taken a look at an old photo.
From 1907.
It was a photo of a dead child.
Except for the dress, it could have been Lisa.
He ran back to the room.
Holy Toledo.
The eyes. The puffy face. The wrinkles on top that puffiness, which usually did not happen. Not big deals in themselves, except for the wrinkles that didn't make sense...but they were perfect copies of Lisa's symptoms.
A chill went up his spine when he saw the other photos behind that first one. All from 1907. All looked EXACTLY alike. Not just remotely the same. Totally the same.
They put it down to the Spanish flu, but Downey knew better. That was 1918. Way too soon.
And the Spanish flu killed adults too...
And the chill turned to his blood becoming ice as that long forgotten headline rammed itself back into his memory.
TOWN MOURNS LOSS OF IT'S CHILDREN IN EPIDEMIC.
"So...now you know..."
The cat again...It wasn't the wise cracking feline from before. It looked sad and old and was very quiet while it spoke. The photos upset Mogwai too.
"You are a projection of my unconscious mind." Bob replied to the cat." You are not really talking. I just think you are. It's a mechanism to help me deal with ideas I don't want to accept."
"Like an old witch wanting to kill all the kids in town..."the cat replied softly and slowly. "I can see how that would be hard to take. Okay. I'm your subconscious mind."
"What did you do to the kid???"
Bob thought he saw the cat give him a furry grin;"I thought I was a mental projection."
"What did you do???"
"I'm a familiar, remember?? Cats have POWERS. We can be EMPATHS if we want..empathic beings who can aborb an illness or a curse and dissipate it...dissolve it..Okay...know what a codex is???"
Bob snorted."Sure. It's a sort of book..replaces scrolls. Handwritten."
"Right...you are going to need the one at the university..and I think we should get out of this house."
Bob had to agree. Unconscious or not, the cat had helped him to remember NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD. Once they got stuck in that house, it was curtains.
"One more thing...you might want to stop off and get some help. More kids might keel over...there's an emerg nurse who drives this orange V.W. around town..get her if you can...you could use some good medical help.."
While he was rooting through the stuff on the desk, he had taken a look at an old photo.
From 1907.
It was a photo of a dead child.
Except for the dress, it could have been Lisa.
He ran back to the room.
Holy Toledo.
The eyes. The puffy face. The wrinkles on top that puffiness, which usually did not happen. Not big deals in themselves, except for the wrinkles that didn't make sense...but they were perfect copies of Lisa's symptoms.
A chill went up his spine when he saw the other photos behind that first one. All from 1907. All looked EXACTLY alike. Not just remotely the same. Totally the same.
They put it down to the Spanish flu, but Downey knew better. That was 1918. Way too soon.
And the Spanish flu killed adults too...
And the chill turned to his blood becoming ice as that long forgotten headline rammed itself back into his memory.
TOWN MOURNS LOSS OF IT'S CHILDREN IN EPIDEMIC.
"So...now you know..."
The cat again...It wasn't the wise cracking feline from before. It looked sad and old and was very quiet while it spoke. The photos upset Mogwai too.
"You are a projection of my unconscious mind." Bob replied to the cat." You are not really talking. I just think you are. It's a mechanism to help me deal with ideas I don't want to accept."
"Like an old witch wanting to kill all the kids in town..."the cat replied softly and slowly. "I can see how that would be hard to take. Okay. I'm your subconscious mind."
"What did you do to the kid???"
Bob thought he saw the cat give him a furry grin;"I thought I was a mental projection."
"What did you do???"
"I'm a familiar, remember?? Cats have POWERS. We can be EMPATHS if we want..empathic beings who can aborb an illness or a curse and dissipate it...dissolve it..Okay...know what a codex is???"
Bob snorted."Sure. It's a sort of book..replaces scrolls. Handwritten."
"Right...you are going to need the one at the university..and I think we should get out of this house."
Bob had to agree. Unconscious or not, the cat had helped him to remember NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD. Once they got stuck in that house, it was curtains.
"One more thing...you might want to stop off and get some help. More kids might keel over...there's an emerg nurse who drives this orange V.W. around town..get her if you can...you could use some good medical help.."
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Bob quickly gathered up his journal as well as that mysterious old piece of paper that was slipped under his door and made for the kitchen. On roughte, he grabbed his leather jacket and hat from the hall closet. It was quite cold for October 31st and the wind whipping about made it feel 10 degrees cooler. As Bob opened the back door, Magwai quickly ran through his legs and up to the 1958 chevy he had recently restored. One of the benefits of being a bachelor was the time he had for hobbies. He loved restoring classic cars and loved the attention he received from passers by as he drove his masterpiece around town.
Bob opened the door to his car as Magwai lept into the front seat. Bob started the car and slowly backed out of the driveway, still a bit rattled from the events of the past hour. But he was being to a little feel better now. He was behind the wheel of his fine automobile and he was moving. He felt in control at least for the moment. As Bob entered the street and drove past his house, he could not help but notice what appeared to be a shadowy figure lurking in the alley between his and his neighbor's house. He didn't stop to look though, he kept driving ahead. As he glanced in the rearview mirror he saw this shadow walk out into the middle of the street as if it was watching him, looking to see where he was going. Bob sped up, turning the corner and turning his attention toward his next task, getting to the University.
Bob opened the door to his car as Magwai lept into the front seat. Bob started the car and slowly backed out of the driveway, still a bit rattled from the events of the past hour. But he was being to a little feel better now. He was behind the wheel of his fine automobile and he was moving. He felt in control at least for the moment. As Bob entered the street and drove past his house, he could not help but notice what appeared to be a shadowy figure lurking in the alley between his and his neighbor's house. He didn't stop to look though, he kept driving ahead. As he glanced in the rearview mirror he saw this shadow walk out into the middle of the street as if it was watching him, looking to see where he was going. Bob sped up, turning the corner and turning his attention toward his next task, getting to the University.
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As Bob drove along, the quiet leaf filled streets of the small village, he began to wonder. Could there be a plausible nexus between all the weird things that have been happening to him? The anniversary of the Legend of the witch, the shadowy figure hanging out in his windows, the old piece of parchment paper, his now infamous talking cat, and Lisa's mysterious but brief illness. Not to mention the coincidence of her bearing a striking resemblance to that poor girl who died of the flu 100 year ago. What did it all mean? Hopefully this University's library will hold the answer.
"Magwai, tell me more about this codex", Bob said out loud. Not taking his eyes off the road. It was still hard for him to accept that he was having a two way conversation with his cat . " Just get to book Bob," replied Magwai. "Trust me, it holds all the answers."
"But how do you know this Magwai? Bob asked. " I really don't know Bob, all I can tell you is that I have this feeling, thoughts come into my head and I'm convinced that their are true. It's like the feeling I get when I see a mouse scurry in the yard. I get a feeling that it is my job to rid the world of such vermin. I don't know why, I just know it's my job."
Within 20 minutes they were had the gates of the University campus. The Campus was alive with parties. Many of the trees were draped with reams of toilet paper and students in costume were running about in happy merriment. Lit Jack-O-Lanterns decorated the entrance and the road leading the center of the campus.
Bob pulled in a parking space behind Mooney Hall. He turned to Magwai and said. " Now look, I can't take you into the library, but I need your help. I suggest you do your "cat thing" and sneak around the bushes and slip in when no one is looking."
"Magwai, tell me more about this codex", Bob said out loud. Not taking his eyes off the road. It was still hard for him to accept that he was having a two way conversation with his cat . " Just get to book Bob," replied Magwai. "Trust me, it holds all the answers."
"But how do you know this Magwai? Bob asked. " I really don't know Bob, all I can tell you is that I have this feeling, thoughts come into my head and I'm convinced that their are true. It's like the feeling I get when I see a mouse scurry in the yard. I get a feeling that it is my job to rid the world of such vermin. I don't know why, I just know it's my job."
Within 20 minutes they were had the gates of the University campus. The Campus was alive with parties. Many of the trees were draped with reams of toilet paper and students in costume were running about in happy merriment. Lit Jack-O-Lanterns decorated the entrance and the road leading the center of the campus.
Bob pulled in a parking space behind Mooney Hall. He turned to Magwai and said. " Now look, I can't take you into the library, but I need your help. I suggest you do your "cat thing" and sneak around the bushes and slip in when no one is looking."
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Magwai didn't say a word. He simply purred, waited for Bob to open the car door and made a beeline for the bushes. Bob gathered up his journal and the creepy "warning" note he received and began to calmly walk towar the Library. Bob was feeling more at ease now. He was at home at the University and especially in the Library. He couldn't begin to quantify the countless hours had he spent in this old gothic building researching ancient writings and old newspapers articles.
As Bob made his way along the path toward the entrance he kept a keen eye out for Magwai. He had lost him once he entered the bushes and had no idea which direction he went. He hoped his faithful companion would listen to his instructions and somehow gain access to the structure.
"Hey Professor Downey, working late again? It's Halloween, that's so said". The familiar voice came from behind him. Bob turned and saw Jane, one of his students from his Roman History Class. Jane was a very attractive and popular student. Active in a sorority, sports and student government. She was dressed in Halloween garb, but Bob couldn't quite figure out what she was suppose to be. Her face was painted Blue, and she was wearing white sweatpants, a white sweatshirt, and a white winter hate.
"Oh, Jane, I didn't recognize you", Bob said. "What are you suppose to be?'
"I'm a smurf, you like it" said Jane. "Ahh, yeah, I guess," said Bob, attempting to break away from any indept conversation that would keep him from his appointed task. "I really have to get these papers graded for tomorrow, so have fun, Ill see you in class". Bob turned and continued toward the steps of the library entrance. As he approached he took a quick glimpse of Magwai behind the Statute of the University's founder that guarded the large doors to the Library. Bob continued up the stairs making it a point to look straight ahead, ignoring the cat's presence. He grabbed the handle to the doors and pulled...
As Bob made his way along the path toward the entrance he kept a keen eye out for Magwai. He had lost him once he entered the bushes and had no idea which direction he went. He hoped his faithful companion would listen to his instructions and somehow gain access to the structure.
"Hey Professor Downey, working late again? It's Halloween, that's so said". The familiar voice came from behind him. Bob turned and saw Jane, one of his students from his Roman History Class. Jane was a very attractive and popular student. Active in a sorority, sports and student government. She was dressed in Halloween garb, but Bob couldn't quite figure out what she was suppose to be. Her face was painted Blue, and she was wearing white sweatpants, a white sweatshirt, and a white winter hate.
"Oh, Jane, I didn't recognize you", Bob said. "What are you suppose to be?'
"I'm a smurf, you like it" said Jane. "Ahh, yeah, I guess," said Bob, attempting to break away from any indept conversation that would keep him from his appointed task. "I really have to get these papers graded for tomorrow, so have fun, Ill see you in class". Bob turned and continued toward the steps of the library entrance. As he approached he took a quick glimpse of Magwai behind the Statute of the University's founder that guarded the large doors to the Library. Bob continued up the stairs making it a point to look straight ahead, ignoring the cat's presence. He grabbed the handle to the doors and pulled...
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Bob started walking down the dark halls.
The place was intimidating at night, with just the footsteps echoing.
There was this weird retro vibe left over from the 1920's, when the last extension was built. Thick walls. High ceilings. Huge oil paintings of long dead deans. Black and white photos of long gone classes.
The codex was in the ancient histories library, under a plexiglass cover. Just looking at it, you knew it would crumble to dust if you even breathed on it the wrong way. The whole thing was bound by leather straps that held it together. No one had touched it in years.
"Hello, Bob." said a voice in the darkness.
A light went on. Dr. Wishbourne was holding Mogwai. The cat was utterly relaxed, laying in Wishbourne's arms on his back and clucking away as he was petted. Downey swore the cat was grinning again.
"Hi, Phil...can I have a minute?"
Dr. Phil Wishbourne grinned just like the cat he was holding."Sure. There's some Folgers in the staff kitchen. C'mon...you need to be brought up to speed...I guess you pretty much have bought into the whole scheme now.."
"I'm trying to make sense of it, somehow....not making much headway...it must be easier for you...you always believed..."
Wishbourne turned and looked at Downey with a pained expression."No..it doesn't make it easier...it might be worse...believe it's coming, and you EXPECT it...and you think there's no way to stop it..."
"So tell me about the codex..."
Wishbourne tore open two packs of Sweet and Low and stirred them into the coffee. The kitchen was only lit by an overhead range fan light above the oven. He leaned back against the oven, crossed one leg over the other and began, in a distant voice:
"The thing is OLD...it's SOMETIMES called THE SALEM CODEX because that's one of the places where it first popped up in this country...maybe..
See, there are three stories about where it came from...pay your nickel, take your choice.
Wishbourne took a drag on his coffee mug.
"The codex is about 30 to 39 books..depending on how you want to divide it up. You have all these spells from witches...all these OTHER spells that are supposed to get rid of witches...books on what was SUPPOSED to be on the planet BEFORE us, and how they would like to come back...books on how to tell the future...UNUSUAL ways to use dead bodies...forms of dream enslavement....creation of what you would call zombies...cleansing of evil in a community...animals used to contact spirits...and vice versa..lots more...
"We are REASONABLY sure it was put together as a central clearinghouse for things occult. The folks who complied it wanted ALL the dangerous stuff in ONE place, and then decided to watch that one place very carefully.
"Now, just WHO put it together is up in the air. Read some of the stuff and you would think it was people trying to protect themselves from witchcraft. Read other stuff, and you get the impression it was like a black magic arsenal...an A bomb test range for the occult.
"Story One: the witches brought it to Salem to put a defense against the witch burners then..doesn't QUITE work, we all know the witches were HUNG, not BURNED...some how it backfired...everybody, everything in a quarter mile radius went up. Instant moon scape. Black water. Land wouldn't grow anything. Records say dark shambling THINGS would be seen in the area at night..weird weird mixes of tentacles, faces, lumpy skin and willing to eat anything that moved. We would be the size of dolls in their hands.
Story Two says the university found it in the Middle East at the turn of the last century....that holds up..it was brought back and everything..nice creepy old photos of guys holding it up in a dig..but...what about story one?? How did it get from Salem? And there's proof it was there...
The last one says the Vatican put the thing together as a way to know and head off any attack of The Dark Forces..and that it fell into the wrong hands...but when and how??? And how did it get back to the witch hunters?
"I thought you said the witch's had it in Salem.." interjected Bob.
"They did...and then it turns up HERE in the hands of the Puritans...very strange...But back to what we KNOW..it was written in very old Latin. And you don't need IT proper..I made a copy years ago..unless you beleive..like Davies did..that the original has some power of it's own..I don't...I think it's an instruction manual...valuable for the information..not what it's made of...the thing ITSELF is old and ugly and delicate...and I can't see any magic powers in it..."
"So any idea what is in it that would work against the Ethel Witch??"
"None whatsoever.." Wishbourne quietly said."And no idea what works, what backfires, or what would draw them to us like a bug light..."
The two drank their coffee in the darkness and thought.
The place was intimidating at night, with just the footsteps echoing.
There was this weird retro vibe left over from the 1920's, when the last extension was built. Thick walls. High ceilings. Huge oil paintings of long dead deans. Black and white photos of long gone classes.
The codex was in the ancient histories library, under a plexiglass cover. Just looking at it, you knew it would crumble to dust if you even breathed on it the wrong way. The whole thing was bound by leather straps that held it together. No one had touched it in years.
"Hello, Bob." said a voice in the darkness.
A light went on. Dr. Wishbourne was holding Mogwai. The cat was utterly relaxed, laying in Wishbourne's arms on his back and clucking away as he was petted. Downey swore the cat was grinning again.
"Hi, Phil...can I have a minute?"
Dr. Phil Wishbourne grinned just like the cat he was holding."Sure. There's some Folgers in the staff kitchen. C'mon...you need to be brought up to speed...I guess you pretty much have bought into the whole scheme now.."
"I'm trying to make sense of it, somehow....not making much headway...it must be easier for you...you always believed..."
Wishbourne turned and looked at Downey with a pained expression."No..it doesn't make it easier...it might be worse...believe it's coming, and you EXPECT it...and you think there's no way to stop it..."
"So tell me about the codex..."
Wishbourne tore open two packs of Sweet and Low and stirred them into the coffee. The kitchen was only lit by an overhead range fan light above the oven. He leaned back against the oven, crossed one leg over the other and began, in a distant voice:
"The thing is OLD...it's SOMETIMES called THE SALEM CODEX because that's one of the places where it first popped up in this country...maybe..
See, there are three stories about where it came from...pay your nickel, take your choice.
Wishbourne took a drag on his coffee mug.
"The codex is about 30 to 39 books..depending on how you want to divide it up. You have all these spells from witches...all these OTHER spells that are supposed to get rid of witches...books on what was SUPPOSED to be on the planet BEFORE us, and how they would like to come back...books on how to tell the future...UNUSUAL ways to use dead bodies...forms of dream enslavement....creation of what you would call zombies...cleansing of evil in a community...animals used to contact spirits...and vice versa..lots more...
"We are REASONABLY sure it was put together as a central clearinghouse for things occult. The folks who complied it wanted ALL the dangerous stuff in ONE place, and then decided to watch that one place very carefully.
"Now, just WHO put it together is up in the air. Read some of the stuff and you would think it was people trying to protect themselves from witchcraft. Read other stuff, and you get the impression it was like a black magic arsenal...an A bomb test range for the occult.
"Story One: the witches brought it to Salem to put a defense against the witch burners then..doesn't QUITE work, we all know the witches were HUNG, not BURNED...some how it backfired...everybody, everything in a quarter mile radius went up. Instant moon scape. Black water. Land wouldn't grow anything. Records say dark shambling THINGS would be seen in the area at night..weird weird mixes of tentacles, faces, lumpy skin and willing to eat anything that moved. We would be the size of dolls in their hands.
Story Two says the university found it in the Middle East at the turn of the last century....that holds up..it was brought back and everything..nice creepy old photos of guys holding it up in a dig..but...what about story one?? How did it get from Salem? And there's proof it was there...
The last one says the Vatican put the thing together as a way to know and head off any attack of The Dark Forces..and that it fell into the wrong hands...but when and how??? And how did it get back to the witch hunters?
"I thought you said the witch's had it in Salem.." interjected Bob.
"They did...and then it turns up HERE in the hands of the Puritans...very strange...But back to what we KNOW..it was written in very old Latin. And you don't need IT proper..I made a copy years ago..unless you beleive..like Davies did..that the original has some power of it's own..I don't...I think it's an instruction manual...valuable for the information..not what it's made of...the thing ITSELF is old and ugly and delicate...and I can't see any magic powers in it..."
"So any idea what is in it that would work against the Ethel Witch??"
"None whatsoever.." Wishbourne quietly said."And no idea what works, what backfires, or what would draw them to us like a bug light..."
The two drank their coffee in the darkness and thought.
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Bob was the first to break the silence, "Well, I have to get a look at the text." " I don't know if that is a good idea, we have no idea what the reprecusions could be" said Wishbourne. "Phil, you don't understand. I believe things are escalating at a very rapid pace. I had a girl pass out for some unknown reason on my front porch." Bob said, his excitement very evident in his tone and demeanor. "Lower your voice Bob, I'm sure you don't want anyone else hearing this conversation, beside cooler heads will prevail. Now tell me more about this girl."
Bob quickly brought Wishbourne up to speed on the events that he had experienced, the girl passing out, her resemblance to the girl in the old photo, the shadowy figure and the face in the window. "Oh yeah", exclaimed Bob. " I had this piece of paper and threat slipped under my door, what do you make of this???" Bob carefully pulled out the old piece of parchment and gently handed it over to the Wishbourne.
Bob quickly brought Wishbourne up to speed on the events that he had experienced, the girl passing out, her resemblance to the girl in the old photo, the shadowy figure and the face in the window. "Oh yeah", exclaimed Bob. " I had this piece of paper and threat slipped under my door, what do you make of this???" Bob carefully pulled out the old piece of parchment and gently handed it over to the Wishbourne.
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Wishbourne took out his reading glasses as he grasped the fragile piece of paper. "Let me see that, this is amazing. It looks just like the material from which the codex is made." Said Wishbourne. "Why don't we check the codex, if a piece is missing, you know the author has access to the artifact. If that is the case it would only stand to reason that it is someone at this University, perhaps one of our colleagues."
The two scholars made their way out of the kitchen area into the halls of the library. Magwai silently trailed keeping a safe distance and out of the sight of any passersby. Now that makes sense, Bob thought to himself. How else would someone know where he lived or that he had been researching the town's history and the legend of the witch. It had to be someone associated with the faculty staff. But questions still remained. Why was this person trying to stop him? What did he or she have to hide?
The two scholars made their way out of the kitchen area into the halls of the library. Magwai silently trailed keeping a safe distance and out of the sight of any passersby. Now that makes sense, Bob thought to himself. How else would someone know where he lived or that he had been researching the town's history and the legend of the witch. It had to be someone associated with the faculty staff. But questions still remained. Why was this person trying to stop him? What did he or she have to hide?
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The two made their way down the stairs to the archive section of the library located in the basement. For years there had been rumors that this library was haunted. Stories of books flying about and stacking and unstacking by themselves had been handed down from class to class. Late at night, often in the fall, student residents have reported seeing the lights on and flickering when not a living soul was in the building. Some say spooky and unexplained happenings around this building is the work of the ghost of Colonel William Hempstead, a Civil war veteran who was one of the founders of the univeristy. But Bob never paid much attention to those stories, having spent countless hours in this building and never having experienced anything. This time, Bob was nervous. His senses were heightened obviously from the stress of the recent events. As they continued down the stairs, Bob could of swore he saw a shadow, darting between the bookshelves to the left of the landing. When he turne to look again there was nothing. Was it the ghost of the Colonel or was it the anonymous villian who was obviously bent on disrupting his research and perhaps destroying him.
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"Well, there's ONE good piece of news..." Wishbourne added." The fact that you got this letter in the first place."
"I don't follow..."
"The witch isn't known to be patient. She must wax and wane in her power. I'm saying 'witch' to be handy..we don't know what it is that's really doing these things, but until proven otherwise, let's pin it on her.
"Okay, so WHOEVER sends you this. Probably from the codex paper pretty close to the codex..just to let you know they're for real. Why not just BLAST you ??? Why the warning? My guess is that she or they or whatever doesn't have the power to do that yet..so we have maybe a little time before the fat really hits the fire."
"Hey, Philly, do ghosts and witches work against each other?"
It was Mogwai. The doctor didn't even seem to notice it was talking.
"It's not a hard and fast rule. The ghosts are free agents..they have SOMETHING doing that is preventing them from going to the next life, but the witches are usually working under an exclusive deal with Satan...it's pretty much like seperate countries..they can be allies, or go to war when their interests collide."
This was too much for Bob:'So my cat TALKING doesn't THROW you??"
"Not much. Mine has been doing it for years. Halloween. Every year. Your's was in a pout over the fact you wouldn't believe and the menu choices you made. Used to come over some nights and play liars dice with my guys.
Bob gae up and adressed Mogwai."Why do you ask, Mogwai?"
"Because that guy over there is gonna be one big loose cannon, no pun intended."
Behind the shelves was a table for sorting and reading. A chair had been pulled away and there was a fat man sitting at it in Civil War uniform. Officer.
He took a long stinky cigar from his mouth and wet his lips."Oh for the love of pete, will SOMEONE please help me find what I am looking for?? YOU two. Get over here. I need field reports NOW..front and centre recruits..and lord of heavens, look at the way you are dressed..is this what THIS MAN'S ARMY has come to?? Ten-shun!!"
Mogwai hoped up onto his lap..and sunk right onto the chair. The cat looked around for a moment then turned back to Bob and said;"Those cigars are hurting his digestive system. You can see it from in here. His intestine is red and bleeding from the nicotine that drips into his gut."
The Civil War ghost just shook his head."Another country heard from. Great. Just like my wife. I HOPE I don't have to carry you around like an expecting mother for the rest of my stay here."
The ghost stood up, leaving Mogwai on the chair.
"That was REALLY weird." the cat remarked.
"I don't follow..."
"The witch isn't known to be patient. She must wax and wane in her power. I'm saying 'witch' to be handy..we don't know what it is that's really doing these things, but until proven otherwise, let's pin it on her.
"Okay, so WHOEVER sends you this. Probably from the codex paper pretty close to the codex..just to let you know they're for real. Why not just BLAST you ??? Why the warning? My guess is that she or they or whatever doesn't have the power to do that yet..so we have maybe a little time before the fat really hits the fire."
"Hey, Philly, do ghosts and witches work against each other?"
It was Mogwai. The doctor didn't even seem to notice it was talking.
"It's not a hard and fast rule. The ghosts are free agents..they have SOMETHING doing that is preventing them from going to the next life, but the witches are usually working under an exclusive deal with Satan...it's pretty much like seperate countries..they can be allies, or go to war when their interests collide."
This was too much for Bob:'So my cat TALKING doesn't THROW you??"
"Not much. Mine has been doing it for years. Halloween. Every year. Your's was in a pout over the fact you wouldn't believe and the menu choices you made. Used to come over some nights and play liars dice with my guys.
Bob gae up and adressed Mogwai."Why do you ask, Mogwai?"
"Because that guy over there is gonna be one big loose cannon, no pun intended."
Behind the shelves was a table for sorting and reading. A chair had been pulled away and there was a fat man sitting at it in Civil War uniform. Officer.
He took a long stinky cigar from his mouth and wet his lips."Oh for the love of pete, will SOMEONE please help me find what I am looking for?? YOU two. Get over here. I need field reports NOW..front and centre recruits..and lord of heavens, look at the way you are dressed..is this what THIS MAN'S ARMY has come to?? Ten-shun!!"
Mogwai hoped up onto his lap..and sunk right onto the chair. The cat looked around for a moment then turned back to Bob and said;"Those cigars are hurting his digestive system. You can see it from in here. His intestine is red and bleeding from the nicotine that drips into his gut."
The Civil War ghost just shook his head."Another country heard from. Great. Just like my wife. I HOPE I don't have to carry you around like an expecting mother for the rest of my stay here."
The ghost stood up, leaving Mogwai on the chair.
"That was REALLY weird." the cat remarked.
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The two came to attention without thinking. The ghost laughed.
"Gawd, I LIKE doing that...Okay, take it easy...I need the Webber translation and we don't have much time..can you get it???"
Bob and Phil could only stare. Who was Webber?
The spirit of Col. Hempstead kept his patience by taking a drag on his cigar.
"Webber was one of my first Oriental scholars. Translated that parchment you keep under the glass. There is only the King James Bible. And there is only The Webber Translation. I have been all over this place down here, trying to find it. Someone has moved it. We need it to kill the witch."
Bob and Phil gave each other surprized stares.
"Stop it. You knew it would come to this. I swore on my mothers' deathbed that I would avenge 'the little pet' and kill the witch.."
The Colonel sat down...consumed in memories...he stared ahead, not seeing the two anymore, tears welling in his eyes.
" Her real name was Lottie. Born before me. Into my mothers' family when she still lived at home. They called her 'the little pet'. She was the younger sister and died in 1807. Men, think of a girl so loveable that ALL animals would just GO to her, and eat food from her hand. A girl who never walked, but DANCED from place to place. Big emotions, and most of them happy.
"Momma as a young lady before she was married, had to take a spell down at the seashore. She had the consumption. While she was gone, every single child left in town DIED. It killed my mother inside. Some nights, I would come downstaris and see her crying over her dead baby sister. Just sitting there and crying. It broke my heart."
The Colonel cried without any effort to hide it or stop it.
"And on her death bed, years later, she made me swear. Swear by the cleansing fire that burned on Scotlands hills and removed the old evils, swear by the pure Scotish blood that was through our veins, that I would not rest until we had KILLED the evil wickedness that was blighting our town...cleanse the town of the impurity that had crept in. Cleanse the blood.
"She is attracted to the original parchment. I know not why. But she hates the light, but yet cannot resist it. And when she comes, I will have the sword of Moses with me.
"You're not Bible reading men, or it's meaning would be printed on your faces. Lo, when Moses went up from Egypt, the Children of Isreal had a plague that broke out amongst them, and Moses formed a metal serpent on a pole to cure them. And the Children of Isreal started to worship the snake instead of The True God, and then had to destory the snake..but someone kept the metal. And it was formed into a sword..to kill evil...and with this sword, I will chop off the witches head.
"Turn aside then, I tell you. You are not meant to see it. Blood as you know it will not come out. She is old and foul and looks only living on the outside. On the inside, her organs and entrails are rotted with corruption and putrid. They are blackness...and gone so black they pass for a corrupt whiteness or green now...but it is the only way to end the plague and be rid of her."
The two men looked at one another, shocked by the vehemence of the Colonel. Bob suddenly remembered the accounts of the American Civil War and was able to finally understand some of the furror that could drive men to keep marching on with bayonets drawn..even after seeing the man beside them blown apart by cannon and rifle fire.
"And yet, men, it was NOT IN VAIN..for we found out that geography somehow ties the witch to one place..there were OTHER children FROM the town also at the seashore...THEY lived..so whatever makes the witch powerful is HERE..in the town...and those children DIDN'T die when they came home..more limits on her power..
"But I have my limits too..it's taken me years to get THIS powerful, where I can sit and talk and be SEEN by you...I have watched her for years come to the parchment and stare like a dog at butcher's window...WANTING the parchement back...but FEARING it the same. She hates the light, but cannot escape it, I tell you..."
"Now...men...WHERE is the Webber translation?? And if you don't know, how can we find out???"
"Gawd, I LIKE doing that...Okay, take it easy...I need the Webber translation and we don't have much time..can you get it???"
Bob and Phil could only stare. Who was Webber?
The spirit of Col. Hempstead kept his patience by taking a drag on his cigar.
"Webber was one of my first Oriental scholars. Translated that parchment you keep under the glass. There is only the King James Bible. And there is only The Webber Translation. I have been all over this place down here, trying to find it. Someone has moved it. We need it to kill the witch."
Bob and Phil gave each other surprized stares.
"Stop it. You knew it would come to this. I swore on my mothers' deathbed that I would avenge 'the little pet' and kill the witch.."
The Colonel sat down...consumed in memories...he stared ahead, not seeing the two anymore, tears welling in his eyes.
" Her real name was Lottie. Born before me. Into my mothers' family when she still lived at home. They called her 'the little pet'. She was the younger sister and died in 1807. Men, think of a girl so loveable that ALL animals would just GO to her, and eat food from her hand. A girl who never walked, but DANCED from place to place. Big emotions, and most of them happy.
"Momma as a young lady before she was married, had to take a spell down at the seashore. She had the consumption. While she was gone, every single child left in town DIED. It killed my mother inside. Some nights, I would come downstaris and see her crying over her dead baby sister. Just sitting there and crying. It broke my heart."
The Colonel cried without any effort to hide it or stop it.
"And on her death bed, years later, she made me swear. Swear by the cleansing fire that burned on Scotlands hills and removed the old evils, swear by the pure Scotish blood that was through our veins, that I would not rest until we had KILLED the evil wickedness that was blighting our town...cleanse the town of the impurity that had crept in. Cleanse the blood.
"She is attracted to the original parchment. I know not why. But she hates the light, but yet cannot resist it. And when she comes, I will have the sword of Moses with me.
"You're not Bible reading men, or it's meaning would be printed on your faces. Lo, when Moses went up from Egypt, the Children of Isreal had a plague that broke out amongst them, and Moses formed a metal serpent on a pole to cure them. And the Children of Isreal started to worship the snake instead of The True God, and then had to destory the snake..but someone kept the metal. And it was formed into a sword..to kill evil...and with this sword, I will chop off the witches head.
"Turn aside then, I tell you. You are not meant to see it. Blood as you know it will not come out. She is old and foul and looks only living on the outside. On the inside, her organs and entrails are rotted with corruption and putrid. They are blackness...and gone so black they pass for a corrupt whiteness or green now...but it is the only way to end the plague and be rid of her."
The two men looked at one another, shocked by the vehemence of the Colonel. Bob suddenly remembered the accounts of the American Civil War and was able to finally understand some of the furror that could drive men to keep marching on with bayonets drawn..even after seeing the man beside them blown apart by cannon and rifle fire.
"And yet, men, it was NOT IN VAIN..for we found out that geography somehow ties the witch to one place..there were OTHER children FROM the town also at the seashore...THEY lived..so whatever makes the witch powerful is HERE..in the town...and those children DIDN'T die when they came home..more limits on her power..
"But I have my limits too..it's taken me years to get THIS powerful, where I can sit and talk and be SEEN by you...I have watched her for years come to the parchment and stare like a dog at butcher's window...WANTING the parchement back...but FEARING it the same. She hates the light, but cannot escape it, I tell you..."
"Now...men...WHERE is the Webber translation?? And if you don't know, how can we find out???"
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Bob looked at Phil, "Well?" he said, you are the University Curator aren't you? Shouldn't you know where this Webber document is?" For the first time since Bob knew Phil, over ten years, he saw a look of fear and nervousness in his face. " I....I.....I' don't know" muttered Phil. The presence of the Colonel's spirit had really caught Phil off guard. Yes he had been a student of the occult and the paranormal, but never did he ever think he would be having a prolonged conversation with a ghost.
"Phil, snap out of it", Bob took Phil by the shoulders and shook him hard. "I'm suppose to be the neurotic one, remember." Phil slowly started to come to his senses. " I'm sorry Bob, you're right, we've no time to lose. As I recall, last spring the Trustee's decided to re-stack the library. Many documents were moved to different locations, some off site. The records of that re-stacking should be somewhere in the chief Librarian's office on the third floor."
"Alright then, lets go" said Bob. "Wait Bob, that office is locked, Mrs Hildabrand, the chief librarian is on sabbatical in Peru and I don't have the key." Phil said. "Well, we've got two allies that can possibly be of use, in getting us past that door, the Colonel and Magwai." Bob muttered.
"Colonel Sir?" Bob asked in a very meek and subservient tone. "Would you be able to leave this basement and assist us and getting to the Webber translation?" "Of Course" bellowed the Colonel, I can go anywhere in this Building. I have even mustered enough strength as of late to walk the front lawn." "Where do I need to go"asked the Colonel.
"Third Floor, Northwest corner office of Mrs. Hildabrand." said Phil. "Alright then, I'm off." Cried the Colonel and with a blink of any eye he was gone. "Okay, Phil, lets get up there." Bob said, " You too Magwai". The three quickly headed up the stairs toward the upper floors. Magwai darted back and forth between then legs of Bob and Phil, reaching each landing before the two men, turning and waiting.
"Phil, snap out of it", Bob took Phil by the shoulders and shook him hard. "I'm suppose to be the neurotic one, remember." Phil slowly started to come to his senses. " I'm sorry Bob, you're right, we've no time to lose. As I recall, last spring the Trustee's decided to re-stack the library. Many documents were moved to different locations, some off site. The records of that re-stacking should be somewhere in the chief Librarian's office on the third floor."
"Alright then, lets go" said Bob. "Wait Bob, that office is locked, Mrs Hildabrand, the chief librarian is on sabbatical in Peru and I don't have the key." Phil said. "Well, we've got two allies that can possibly be of use, in getting us past that door, the Colonel and Magwai." Bob muttered.
"Colonel Sir?" Bob asked in a very meek and subservient tone. "Would you be able to leave this basement and assist us and getting to the Webber translation?" "Of Course" bellowed the Colonel, I can go anywhere in this Building. I have even mustered enough strength as of late to walk the front lawn." "Where do I need to go"asked the Colonel.
"Third Floor, Northwest corner office of Mrs. Hildabrand." said Phil. "Alright then, I'm off." Cried the Colonel and with a blink of any eye he was gone. "Okay, Phil, lets get up there." Bob said, " You too Magwai". The three quickly headed up the stairs toward the upper floors. Magwai darted back and forth between then legs of Bob and Phil, reaching each landing before the two men, turning and waiting.
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The three finally reached the locked office door. Colonel Hempstead's ghost stood waiting at the threshold. "Lets go Troops, there's no time to lose" bellowed the Colonel. As Bob and Phil approached, the Colonel walked straight through the door before either could squeek out a word. "Wait...."yelled Bob, turning to Phil in frustration, "How does he know what to look for, he's from the 19th century, what does he know about library stacking projects? Isn't everything on computer disk these days. It would take us a few days just to explain the concept to him."
"Relax Bob, I'm sure he will come back out and ask for instructions." And with that the Colonel's head popped out of the door. The vision shocked Bob and he lept a few steps back. "Wow, I don't think I'll ever get used to that." said Bob. " Never mind that son, what am I looking for?" Phil answered, "Colonel, is there a way you could open the door for us?. It would be a lot easier than explaining everything?" "Why didn't you say so?", laughed the Colonel, "opening locks is kids play, I've mastered that over 50 years ago." Suddenly the door bolt unlocked ,the knob turned and the door slowly creeked open.
"Relax Bob, I'm sure he will come back out and ask for instructions." And with that the Colonel's head popped out of the door. The vision shocked Bob and he lept a few steps back. "Wow, I don't think I'll ever get used to that." said Bob. " Never mind that son, what am I looking for?" Phil answered, "Colonel, is there a way you could open the door for us?. It would be a lot easier than explaining everything?" "Why didn't you say so?", laughed the Colonel, "opening locks is kids play, I've mastered that over 50 years ago." Suddenly the door bolt unlocked ,the knob turned and the door slowly creeked open.
Because once you cross that bridge, my friend, the ghost is through, his power ends.