Excerpt from Kicking and Screaming by McCarty Griffin
A smothered scream from Penny grabbedher attention. She turned around
and gasped at the spectacle of the front door of the Fergus house jumping out
at them from Tish’ssixty-five-inch television screen. Penny stared at it over
the hand she had clamped over her mouth.
“Holy shit,” Lacey croaked, wincing at the unpleasant tightening in her
midsection. “How’d you do that?”
“Cool, huh?” Tish grinned at her. “HDMI cable. Let’s you connect your
computer to your TV. We can relax on the couch or the floor while we check out
the pictures, instead of trying to crowd around the desk and squint at the
computer screen.”
In the middle of her gleaming walnut coffee table sat a cordless mouse
on a pad.Tish made herself comfortable on the floor next to the table and
motionedthem to join her. In her excitement, she hadn’t noticed their tension
and Lacey decided to let it go for the time being. They could discuss Sid and
his canine eccentricities later. As for her dream, well, she put no credence in
dreams.She was more interested in what Penny had captured with her manic photo
snapping.
Tish clicked the mouse and flipped back several frames to the first few
pictures Penny had taken upon exiting the Subaru. Nothing struck them as remarkable
right off hand. The house looked like any other old country house on the
backroads of Monongalia County.When neither Penny nor she commented, Tish clicked
to the next photo.
“What’s that?” Lacey asked, pointing to swirls of what appeared to be
fog all around the house and front driveway. “I don’t remember seeing anything
like that when we were there.Did you see any of this when you got that
picture?”
“No, or I would have said so at the time.” Penny stared intently at the
screen. “Is that what I think it is, Tish? Haven’t we seen this shit on those
shows of yours?”
“Yeah. They call it ectoplasm.
Supposed to be spirit energy manifesting. It’s a common phenomenon.”
She clicked the mouse through several photos of the front of the house.
They examinedthem in silence, seeing nothing else unexplainable except the ectoplasm
swirling and twisting in different patterns in each frame. She clicked again
and they were in the entrance hall, which was clear of the mysterious fog, but
dotted with several spheres of what appeared to be bluish white light.
“Jesus,” Tish whispered. “I know I didn’t see those when we went in.
Those are orbs.”
“What are orbs?” Lacey asked. “I mean, besides the obvious reference to
their shape, what are they supposed to be?”
“They’re supposed to be spirits,” Penny answered, surprising both Tish
and Lacey. “Sometimes, you can see faces in them.”
For someone who in the recent past had expressed skepticism bordering
on contempt for the whole ghosthunting genre, she sounded remarkably
well-informed.
“Oh, okay,” she admitted with a self-conscious smile. “I did some
online research today about taking pictures in haunted places and what to look
for. I thought I needed to educate myself, especially after Sid’s nervous
breakdown.”
“Sid?What happened with Sid?”
“We’ll tell you later.” She grabbed the mouse and clicked to the next
frame, which happened to be in the kitchen. Nothing looked out of place. “Let’ssee
all the pictures first. Damn, I wish we’d gotten some video before we bolted
out of there. What about the recording?”
“I finished it about an hour ago. We can listen when we get done with
this. Give me the mouse.”
Without waiting for Penny to comply, shetook it from her and
methodically moved through the pictures of the kitchen and a few through the
window over the sink of the property behind the house, then a few more of the
entrance hall as they headed for the stairway to seek the source of the first
loud thump.
Tish stopped and pointed to a bright blue orb hoveringabout a foot
above Lacey’s head. “Do you see that?” she asked in a hushed voice. “Am I
imagining shit or is that a face?”
Lacey’s throat was too tight to speak. Those features looked familiar,
evoking a memory of warm brown eyes beneath a shock of dark hair. It couldn’t
be the same guy, she toldherself firmly. It was a coincidence orher brain
playing tricks on her. She’d seen him today in the parking lot immediately
after a traumatic event and now her brain, more disturbed than shehad first
thought, was seeing his face everywhere.
Penny traced the outline of the face with a scarlet nail. “I could be
wrong, but I think it’s a man. Young. He looks friendly. See? He’s smiling at
us. I don’t recognize him. Do either of you?”
“No,” Lacey lied automatically.
The face was too small to be sure who it was. Her imagination had decided to go
into overdrive today and she needed to rein it in for the sake of objectivity.
“Me neither,” Tish said after another few moments of considering the orb.
“He does have nice smile, though. At least as much as I can see.”
“Let’s move on,” Lacey urged her, not wanting to look at him any
longer. “We have a lot more to go.”
“Okay. We can come back if one of us realizes who he is.”
Besides a few more orbs exhibiting no signs of facial features, nothing
untoward showed up again until they reached the last photo Penny had taken
through the open doorway before she had fled the porch.
“Holy shit!” Penny screamed without warning. “What the fuck is that?”
Shescrambledto her feet and backed away from the television screen,
pointing at it with a trembling forefinger. An inexplicable gloom shrouded the
steps at the top of the first staircase. Amid thehaze, perhaps two or three
steps from the top, stood a dark amorphous figure, vaguely human in shape. From
what might have been the shadow figure’s head, two red eyes glared at Penny as she
unknowingly pointed the camera straight at it.
“Tish, I think you need to take this camera back to the store. It’s
fucked up. It’s not taking good pictures at all.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the camera and you know it, Lacey.” Tish
looked pale despite her naturally olive complexion. “I don’t know what that thing
is looking at Penny, but this isreal picture of it, not a glitch. Something is
in the Fergus house.”
Penny seized the remote and turned off the television. “That thing’s
creeping me out. I can’t look at it anymore. And Ineed a drink.” . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . “Okay,” Tish said briskly, “time for
the EVP.”
She fiddled with several cords before sitting at her computer. Within
seconds, their voices sounded over the sound bar beneath her TV.Lacey
heardherself announce their presence in a self-conscious voice and give a
running monologue on where they were moving next. Next came the clicking of the
camera and the clacking of Penny’s heels, then Penny’s voice echoed in the
empty kitchen.
“What’s the temp in here, Tish?”
“It’s cold.”
“Sixty-three . . .”
Tish hit the pause button, staring atthem with wide eyes. “Did you hear
that?”
“Maybe,” Lacey said cautiously. She
thought shehad heard deep mumbling amidst the discussion about the room
temperature. “Play it again.”
Tish rewound, going back too far, but Lacey didn’t mind. She needed to
prepare herself to listen properly for the voice that had slipped in between
Penny and Tish’s voices. It was so fleetinga moment of inattention might cause her
to miss it.
“What’s the temp in here, Tish?”
“It’s cold.”
Tish clicked the mouse so deftly, she cuther response off completely.
“Yes!” Pennysprung to her feet with eyes alight. “A man’s voice,
something about the cold.”
“I can’t hear it very well.” Tish stared at the computer as if willing
it to speak more plainly. “Sounds like he’s mumbling. What about the cold?”
“He said ‘it’s cold.’” Of the
three of them, Lacey heard him the most distinctly. “Right after Penny asks you
about the temperature in the kitchen, a man says, ‘it’s cold.’”
“He doesn’t sound evil, does he?” Penny said in a puzzled voice. “He
just sounds like some guy standing there in the kitchen with us. Ooh, this is
weird, isn’t it?” She hugged herself and said with relish, “Keep going.”
Tish pressed play again and they sat as still as statues whiletheir
voices played back at them. Penny spoke again.
“Shelly gave us the key . . .”
“You know Shelly? Did she send you
here?”
“. . . that came with the new lock. . ..”
“Who are you? You need to get out of
here!”
The male voice wasn’t a murmur anymore, it was a shout. Lacey broke out
in gooseflesh so stark it hurt, as if all the hairs along her arms had gone
ingrown all at once. Tish didn’t hit the stop button this time and Lacey heardherself
say, “Let’s go see.”
“No! Don’t go up there!”
They heard themselves debating what to do a few seconds longer and then
silence, punctuated by their footfalls. They were headed for the stairs to
investigate the unexplained thumps.She tilted her head to listen closer. What
was that noise filling the room? It was low and rough, rising and falling in an
oddly familiar cadence she couldn’tquite put her finger on. Suddenly, she flashed
on Miss Fizzy’s elfin features and knew what she was hearing. She nearly screamed
right there in Tish’s brightly lit living room.
“That’s a growl!” She jumped up and backed away from the speakers.
“Turn it off, for God’s sake! Something’s growling at us!”
“No,” Penny commanded, blocking the mouse with one outstretched hand.
“Shh!” Tish glared and smacked Penny’s hand away from the mouse.
“Listen.We’re about to hear the first thudding noise from the top floor.”
Right on cue, the thunderous crash boomed from the speakers. Next
cameher Scooby-Doo moment, which garneredher another scowl from Tish,andthentheir
full attention was seized by rich, throaty male laughter flowing into the room
from the speakers, spilling over and covering their bickering like a layer of
warm caramel.
A second later, the speakers literally rattled with feedback from the
force of the second crash from above and over their panicked retreat, theyheard
a harsh voice whisper, “Come back here.”
