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Ghostly Glimmers
Ghostly Glimmers
Ghostly Glimmers
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We drink coffee, work, play and forget that under the senses is a world that brushes us at night. This is a collection of short stories of ghosts, death, and the things that don't scare us until we meet them face-to face.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherCyn Bagley
Release dateJun 18, 2012
ISBN9781386427582
Ghostly Glimmers
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Cyn Bagley

About the Author Cyn Bagley spent much of her formative years, moving with her family from state to state. She continued this obsession by joining the US Navy and seeing the world: Japan, Panama, and Germany. She was diagnosed with Wegener's Granulomatosis, a Vasculitis disease, in 2003, giving her more time to write. She now lives in Nevada and has a Chihuahua friend, who keeps her walking and healthy. Subscribe to Cyn Bagley's Shadowland newsletter at http://eepurl.com/c4nmXs If you enjoyed this book, please take a moment to leave a review.

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    Ghostly Glimmers - Cyn Bagley

    Section I

    A RESTLESS SPIRIT

    It was mid-morning as the wind rushed through the graveyard and rattled the reddened trees. The trees scattered leaves on the graves, coloring the tombstones. Laura Langford pulled her coat around her and shivered. She was dressed in her funeral best, black dress and shoes, and stood over an open grave. The cold air reddened her cheeks and lips. She never thought that at twenty-three, she would become a widow. Even more ironic in a sarcastic way, it was Halloween.

    Junior, her husband of five years had just gotten out of prison for burglary. He was a breaking and entering man. His expertise was to climb into high open windows and then take electronic gadgets from the homes of his victims. Many times those same victims were sound asleep during the robbery. He was caught when he tried to sell the items on Craig's List.

    The last night of Junior's life, he upgraded to armed burglary at a small convenience store just a few blocks from Laura's apartment. He had a pumpkin mask to disguise his features and he used an electronic device to distort his voice. But as usual Junior hadn't thought it through completely. The pumpkin mask had spoiled his peripheral vision and his hearing. So when he put his gun to the head of the clerk, the owner in storage room, slipped out and shot him in the back. By the time the police and emergency personnel arrived, Junior was breathing his last breaths.

    As he exhaled, he cursed his wife and child. His ghost would haunt them for the rest of their days. He blamed all of his failures on them.

    Laura shivered as the breeze slipped down her coat and touched her neck. She cried with relief as the coffin was lowered into the deep hole. She would have divorced him long ago if she hadn't been scared of his threats. And she was happy, happy that he was dead. It had taken her five long years to realize that he was a waste of space. She was glad that her time with him was finally over.

    She watched the backhoe throw dirt clods on the coffin. It was the end. She breathed a sigh of relief, and to make sure he was really dead, she didn't leave until the grave was completely covered.

    THE BACKHOE OPERATOR, Jack Hunter, kept his head down as he covered the grave of Junior Langford. He had only looked once at the woman standing near the grave. She was so beautiful and forlorn that he almost forgot his job. It was all he could do not to get down and wipe her tears.

    Everyone who had watched the story play out on TV knew that she was Laura, the widow of one of the dumbest criminals in the history of Pumpkin Valley. The only luck that criminal had was in his personal life, a beautiful wife and son. Jack had no family. He was a drifter with a few skills on large equipment. His other skills were more esoteric, having to do with the supernatural. He was a ghost-hunter. There were some ghosts that wanted to stay here and refused to go to the great beyond. He made sure that they went home for their just reward. As he worked to cover the coffin, he could tell that Junior was going to be one of the restless ones.

    After he finished the job, and got down from the backhoe, Jack walked to the widow, but she was already walking back to her car. He watched her drive away.

    She's beautiful, said his boss. Jack nodded. He wasn't much for conversation.

    I'm done for the day, he told the boss, then walked away. His boss sputtered, but he knew Jack's moods and left him alone. There was always someone else who wanted to use the backhoe. Jack wasn't the only operator.

    WHEN LAURA DROVE INTO the driveway of her home, her young son, Billy, was at the door, peeking out at her. The babysitter

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