White Walker: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

As Teddy left Marie’s office to return to the main floor Walter, her husband, pulled into the call center parking lot. The wind screamed around the Ford F-350 super duty, rocking it from side to side, as he carefully guided the truck through the snow piling up in the parking lot. He didn’t really like driving this beast of a truck but was comforted by its ability to plow through even the highest snowdrifts he had so far encountered. He would have preferred his Altima, but knew it would never have gotten him as far as Marie’s truck had. And she was counting on him to pick her up so she wouldn’t be stuck at work.

They had been together for over ten years now. Having met at a call center in Dallas where Walter had been a supervisor. But that job hadn’t lasted too long, not after he met Marie who had been brought in to turn that particular center around and make it profitable once again. At the time he had been seeing a young girl who worked on a different team but when Marie arrived it was love at first sight.

Wrapped in the warm interior of the truck as the storm raged outside, with Metallica on the radio, he pulled up to the front door as Marie darted out and came around to the driver’s side.

“I’ll drive,” Marie said as she opened the door. Walter was more than willing to comply and slid from behind the wheel, climbing over the console between the seats to settle into the passenger seat as Marie got in behind the wheel.

“Did you have any trouble getting here?” Marie said.

“Are you kidding? With this tank?” Walter said as he leaned across the console to give Marie a small peck on the cheek. “I made lasagna this morning, I know how much you like it.”

“You’re too good for me.” Marie said as she dropped the shift lever into drive and eased away from the curb.

“And don’t you forget it either.” Walter said as he settled back into his seat. Then he leaned forward. Was someone out there?  He had only caught sight of them for an instant, and he hesitated, questioning if he had really seen what he thought he saw.

They started across the lot towards the entrance, the truck rocking back and forth as the wind swirled around it, the snow driven this way and that in patterns reminiscent of a flock of birds preparing for the long flight south. Like the curtains on a theaters stage they parted before them to reveal a lone figure standing in the center of the entrance.

“What the hell?” Marie said as she eased the beast of a truck to a stop not ten feet away from the figure.

Walter noted how the stranger was dressed, assuming it was a he, wearing a long canvas riding jacket that was sweat stained and dirty, the hem ending well below the knee. Beneath the collar a filthy red scarf was wrapped around the lower portion of the stranger’s face. A battered leather hat completed the image. He, she, it? Looked like they had just ridden in from the range, back from a cattle drive, and as the stranger approached Walter was suddenly overcome by the desire to flee.

“Don’t let them in the truck.” He said to Marie.

“What? Why? What’s wrong with you? It’s freezing out there. They’re probably lost and if we don’t help who will?”

“I just have a bad feeling about this. Don’t let them in, please.”

“What could they possibly do to us?” Marie said as she slipped the truck into park and the stranger came around to her side. She motioned for them to get into the back seat.

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Fridays Frights: Stanley Hotel, Estes, CO

Located within sight of the Rockie Mountains, the Stanley Hotel, built in 1909, inspired Stephen King to write The Shining after he and his wife spent a night there in 1973. The 140 room hotel located in Estes Park Colorado, is purported to be haunted. Kitchen staff have reported to have heard a party going on in the ballroom only to find it empty. 

People in the lobby have reported hearing someone playing the ballroom piano, when employees investigate they find no one at the Piano. In one guest room visitors have reported seeing a man standing over their bed before fleeing into the closet. This same apparition is reported to be responsible for stealing jewelry, watches, and luggage from guests. Others have reported finding ghosts standing in their rooms in the middle of the night before disappearing. 

Stanley Kubrick's decision not to film his 1980 adaptation of The Shining was a major disappointment for Stephen King, though the hotel was featured in the 1997 television adaptation. It  appeared in the 1994 movie Dumb & Dumber, and has been featured on the television programs Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures.

The owners of the hotel have embraced their celebrity status by hosting ghost tours, film festivals, and writers retreats. One retreat reserves room 217 for one lucky guest. It is the same room Stephen King and his wife stayed in the night he got the inspiration for The Shining.

White Walker: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Teddy sat on the edge of his seat as he waited for Marie, the general manager, to return to her sparsely furnished office. Aside from a desk whose surface was neat and tidy the only other piece of furniture was a narrow bookcase beneath several framed diplomas occupying the wall to his right. The bookcase contained, from what he could see without being too obvious, several first editions of some well known classics. A reader himself his curiosity as to their authenticity was stirred. But that wasn’t why he was here. In his various dealings with Marie she had never struck him as someone willing to strike up a conversation over anything outside of work.

Behind the desk was a window and his eyes were drawn to the storm outside as the sound of the wind battering itself against the wall filled the office with a low roar. He felt a chill as an errant breeze wafted through the office. He’d rather be at home with his feet up, safely encased in his apartment, yet his responsibilities had forced him to be here.
Early in life he had learned there were times when you did what you had to, not what you wanted. A job was a responsibility, a promise, not only to your employer, but to your family. You exchanged a portion of your life for the means to provide for your loved ones. To give them a sense of  security. But sometimes the line between your job and your life became blurred, as it had for his mother and father. A pair of workaholics whose greatest contribution to the world was their eagerness to put aside promises made to family to fulfill the needs of their employer.

His childhood had been one of constant disappointment. Family vacations promised yet never taken. His daily needs entrusted to a parade of strangers as both of his parents worked towards their own success. Never once considering that to Teddy their presence in his life would mean more than all the toys in the world.

He never lacked for anything, and always had the latest and the best toys, making his friends jealous. But they had something he would never know. The loving touch of a father’s hand. The comforting caress of a mother’s lips upon his cheek. The feel of her cool hand upon his fevered brow. His parents were always at work when he woke up in the morning, and still away when he went to bed.

When he was twelve the two strangers that were his parents died in an accident and the money they had given up their lives to put back for his future was siphoned off by a succession of semi-relatives who crawled out of the woodwork after their death. From the so-called aunt in Arlington Texas who insisted that he come live with her, to his father’s half brother who didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was pulling one over on Teddy’s dead parents. Each in their turn fed at the trough of a trust fund that was supposed to protect the money. The relative of a friend of a friend who didn’t really know what he was doing had put it together, and the price was right.

That was his parents biggest flaw. When it came to Teddy himself they spared no expense, but in every other aspect of their lives they always went with the lowest bidder.

At Eighteen, broke and alone, he promised himself he would not be like his parents. That he would cherish those closest to him. From this desire he’d developed a simple plan. Spend the first ten years of his working life dedicated to only the job. No personal life, no emotional attachments outside of work, nothing but a worker drone programmed to serve. Save every penny he could with an eye towards an early retirement that would give him the means to build a real family.

As the saying went, “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” Judy had proven to be the proverbial monkey wrench thrown into his works. They had been together for a little more than a year now, and even though they did everything they could to keep their relationship under wraps, word had leaked to their team mates.

“Sorry about that Ted,” Marie said as she swung open her door and lumbered into her office. He pushed himself to his feet. She was a big woman, nearly six foot tall, thick, big boned, what many would have referred to as farm bred. The sheer weight of her responsibility was etched in the severe lines that creased her face. She handed him a slip of paper that contained fifteen names.

“We need contact information updated today for the people on that list.”

“If anyone else shows up do you want me to send them home?” Teddy said.

“I’ve thought about that, but if they’re already here we might as well get some work out of them. In the future though I’d rather not open the center for such a small group. Just the cost of having the lights on can’t be offset by anything they accomplish. Not to mention the need to reroute a steady flow of work from our other centers.” That was Marie, all business.

“Will you be staying?”

“I’ve got a few reports to finish then I’m going home. My husband will be here to pick me up shortly.”

Teddy was surprised to learn Marie had a husband. There had been speculation as to her sexual preference when she first arrived and she had done little to dispel any of the rumors that had a tendency to  circulate in such a situation.

“Then I’ll get with whoever is here to set up for the night.” Teddy said as he turned to leave.

“Not so fast, there’s one final matter we need to discuss.” Marie pulled out her chair and sat down, the chair creaking in protest.

Teddy’s heart sank. He knew what was coming and had been trying to avoid this topic for several days now. But he also knew they’d eventually catch up with him.

“What would that be?” he asked, purposefully playing dumb.

Marie shook her head with a slight smile that seemed so out of place on her face. “Before I took my position here I supervised a team at the Dallas center. Just like you I worked my way up through the ranks and when I first assumed my duties as a supervisor, my boyfriend at the time worked on the same team that I was taking over. I was in the same position you find yourself in right now. It’s no secret you and Judy are an item. But I’m sure you are familiar with the company’s policy on fraternization. It used to be we could transfer her to a different team and it wouldn’t be a problem, but corporate has been cracking down lately and to be perfectly honest I am not going to jeopardize my own career for anyone else.”

“I’ll talk to her today.”

“When I return to work I expect either yours, or her resignation, on my desk. I like you Ted, I feel you’re going to make a great supervisor, but I will replace you with the next in line if you can’t do what needs to be done.”

Until this moment no one he had spoken to, or interviewed with, had been quite this blunt about what needed to be done. Everyone knew about him and Judy, and even though they had tried to keep their relationship under wraps, it had never been a real secret they were together. Even with all that in mind his anger was stirred by Marie’s frank statement.

Of course I understood what has to be done. But would it hurt to give her more of a notice? His response remained unspoken. A part of him wanted to stand up right then and hand that cold bitch the keys to the building and walk out. Instead he nodded his understanding and pushed himself to his feet. Sometimes you did what you had to, instead of what you wanted.

“I know how you feel Ted. I had to go through the same thing.”

Ted simply nodded thinking to himself that she couldn’t possibly know what he was going through right now.

“Will there be anything else?”

“That about covers it.” Marie said, dismissing Teddy by opening the file folder on her desk. He stood over her for a moment more, unacknowledged by Marie who focused on the papers lying in front of her, and then he spun around on his heel and left her office.

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Say Hi to Puddles.

Meet Puddles, he's not just any old stuffed bunny, he belongs to seven year old Christine whose daddy died in Iraq. Before he left he gave Puddles to Christine, promising her that as long as she had him by her side, her Daddy would always be with her.

Christine and her mommy have moved across the country, to the quaint little town of Porter Mines, nestled in the rolling hills of the Appalachian Mountains of Western Maryland.  Something evil inhabits the forest behind her new home, wrapped in an old legend of a suspected witch burned at the stake in the seventeen hundreds, an evil stirred by Christine's presence.

Will the power of her Daddy's love, wrapped in the fixed gaze of a stuffed bunny, be enough to protect her from that malignant force?

Read A Father's Love to find out. Coming late 2014 from Richard Schiver, author of the macabre.

Fridays Frights: Devils Den: Gettysburg, PA.

The American Civil War, also known as the War Between the States was fought from 1861 until 1865 and has earned the title as the deadliest war in American history, resulting in an estimated 750,000 deaths. Sparked by the secession of seven southern states that effectively split the country in half, hostilities erupted on battlefields whose names will be forever remembered. Bull Run, Shiloh, Antietam, and of course the most famous of all, Gettysburg where you will find Devils Den at the base of Little Round Top on the opposite end of the Valley of Death. Three days of fierce fighting resulted in over 7,000 deaths between both armies. Imagine that, in a seventy two hour period over 7,000 people were killed. The battlefield was littered with corpses.

The top ten ghostly sites in and around Gettysburg ca be found here.

White Walker: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The windshield wipers struggled to keep up with the falling snow as they whipped back and forth across the glass, building ridges of ice at each stop, streaking the glass as bits of ice became lodged beneath the wipers edge. Even with the defroster set on full, the ice on the windshield continued to grow, obscuring his view of the world outside. Teddy leaned forward in his seat as he struggled to see beyond the sheets of falling snow that swirled around them.

Judy sat on the passengers side, wedged into the corner between the seat back and door. Normally she would be right next to him, but today she had opted to remain on her side. Wrapped in a heavy coat and woolen cap with only the worried expression on her face visible.

 “Are you all right?” He asked for what felt like the hundredth time since they had left the house a half an hour earlier. A trip that in better conditions would normally only take ten minutes had already taken three times that due to the storm, and they weren’t even halfway there yet.

Judy remained silent, nodding in response to his question, her thoughts obviously elsewhere. There was something wrong. He saw it on her face. But as he had learned over the course of their three year relationship, when she was ready she’d let him know what was going on.

“We’re almost there.” He said as he flipped on the blinker more out of habit than to signal his intentions to the other motorists on the road. Theirs was the only vehicle moving. They were the only ones brave enough, or crazy enough, to be out on a day like this.

For Teddy there was no choice. Tonight was his first night as the second shift supervisor for Advanced Computer Services, a small call center on the eastern edge of town. The company provided help desk tech support for a software developer whose customers were defense contractors and manufacturers. Several call centers within ACS handled the flow of traffic so the loss of one was no big deal. But a number of the people on his team had not updated their contact information, meaning they had not received the call to stay home, forcing Teddy to go in on a day he would rather have stayed home with his feet up in front of a warm fire.

There were times when you did what you had to, not what you wanted.

The view beyond the windshield had taken on a surreal, almost alien appearance. A blasted landscape filled with unrecognizable blobs that rose from the ground like bubbles floating on the surface of a stagnant pond. For all he knew they could be on a distant planet fighting through an endless blizzard. A wretched place somewhere over a twisted rainbow that offered little hope of redemption.

“Hey, there’s somebody out there.” Judy said as she leaned forward in her seat to search the sheets of falling snow.

“I didn’t see anybody.” Teddy said.

“Right there.” Judy pointed at the side of the road somewhere in front of them, “I just saw them again.”

Teddy silently gripped the wheel as he tried to see through the blinding snow. He didn’t slow down.

“Aren’t you going to stop and help them?” Judy said.

“What makes you think they need help?”

“I don’t know, but they could, maybe their car is broken down or something.”

“Or they’re just walking home.”

“What if they’re lost? What if we don’t stop to help, and later learn they were lost and we could have saved them?”

“You want me to stop?” Teddy said.

“Yes, stop and help, or see if they need help.”

With a shrug Teddy eased his foot off the gas. He’d learned long ago not to argue with her. As the brakes grabbed the truck slid sideways on the slick surface of the road. Or at least what he thought was the road. For all he knew they were driving through someone’s back yard about to plow into their living room. Easing to a stop the truck came to rest with a final slide.

“If we get stuck.” He said.

“We won’t get stuck.” She answered with a confidence he lacked.

The wind rocked the vehicle as it shrieked through the narrow gaps and crevices of the undercarriage. Judy pressed her face to the window, her hands to either side, as she tried to see through the falling snow.

“Blow your horn, let them know where we are.” Judy said and Teddy hesitated. What if he didn’t want the stranger to know where they were?

 “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to help?”

He did, but he didn’t. One part of him wanted to help in any way possible. After all it was his nature, but things he’d faced in his past after his parents death, had taught him to be wary around strangers. And in the current economic climate you really couldn’t trust anyone.

He tapped the horn, cringing inwardly as that brief  blat of sound was lost in the rising voice of the wind.

“You gotta do it more than once.” She said as she leaned across the cab of the truck and laid on the horn.

Teddy experienced a brief moment of self loathing. He was acting like a little kid. Afraid of a stranger in a snow storm, it made little sense, yet he couldn’t deny the sensation that there was something more going on. It lay just beneath the surface of his subconscious. Like a name hidden right on the tip of the tongue. You knew what it was, but you couldn’t see it clearly because you were too focused on trying to figure it out.

“I don‘t see him anymore, maybe you should go see if you can find him.” Judy said.

“Me?” He said with an expression like that of a child tasked with a distasteful chore.

“Of course you. I can’t do it, what if he’s fallen down and needs help?”

She was right and Teddy knew he was acting like a child. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that stepping  into the storm was the worst thing he could do right now.

“Hurry up, I’ll flash the lights on and off, and keep blowing the horn so you can find your way back.”

Along with whatever else was out there. He finished to himself.

Zipping his coat he leaned into the door and pulled the handle. At first nothing happened, the door remained firmly closed. Maybe it was frozen shut, he had time to think before it popped open, and the dome light behind his head came on.

A cold wind invaded the warmth of the cab as flakes of snow fluttered to the seat beside him, melting instantly. He pushed the door all the way open, allowing the storm entry as he spun around on his seat and slipped from behind the wheel.

Closing the door he stood next to the truck as the storm raged around him. The wind tugged at his collar, slipping down his neck to caress his flesh with a chilled lovers touch. He stood alongside the truck as the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching through the carpet of snow came to him. A leisurely, measured sound, as if that which was walking towards him had all the time in the world.

He sensed on a deep, more primitive level, that whatever was coming was a part of the storm. A physical extension of a meteorological event. The footsteps stopped, somewhere to his left, an unknown distance away. For all Teddy knew whoever it was could be standing right next to him, and the thought sent a jolt of fear through him.

He spun around, trying to catch sight of whatever was sneaking up on him. There was nothing there. He felt like he was being watched. As if the storm itself were full of gazing eyes that observed his actions in a detached, clinical manner.

The sound of a footstep came from his right and he spun around in that direction. Nothing moved within the swirling snow. The sound came from behind him and he spun around to confront, nothing. He pulled open the door and clambered in behind the wheel. Slamming the door behind him.

“Well, did you find him?” Judy said.

Teddy shook his head as he dropped the shift lever into low and gently stepped on the gas. All four wheels spun as they pulled away from the curb, throwing up slushy snow in their wake.

“What happened?” Judy asked.

But Teddy remained silent. There had been something in the storm, something that had watched him from the falling snow. Something that he sensed on a primitive level that had no right to exist. Judy gave up her questioning and retreated back into herself as she settled into the corner of the seat with her arms crossed over her chest.


Usually it was a task to find a place to park, but tonight the lot was nearly empty. He glanced at Judy in the passenger’s seat. Wrapped in her winter coat she stared straight ahead. She was probably still pissed over what had happened earlier. And Teddy had to admit, with a bit of distance between now and then, that he’d acted like a scared little kid. There wasn’t anything in the storm that could hurt them

“Are you all right?” He asked again, more out of habit. Her response a silent shrug as she kept her gaze fixed straight ahead.

Maybe she knew what he had been agonizing over ever since he’d been promoted. She had been at the call center longer than he had so she was aware of the companies policy on fraternization. They had not done a very good job of keeping their relationship a secret from their co-workers. Teddy knew all too well, and he was sure that Judy understood, that it wouldn’t be possible for her to work for him while they were involved. An office romance between co-workers was one thing. But a romance between a manager and a member of his team was strictly forbidden. There were no two ways about it. He had worked too hard and too long to get where he was to throw it all away over a woman. She would have to quit her job or they would have to quit seeing one another.

“Have you ever thought about what it would be like to get married, settle down, and have a family?” Judy asked as she kept her gaze fixed straight ahead.

“Sure but that’s in the future.”

Judy sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m late!”

Teddy glanced at his watch and noted that they still had fifteen minutes before the shift started.

“We’ve got plenty of time.”

 “You’re such an idiot.” Judy said before she flung open her door and slipped down from the cab.

He felt like he had just missed some important clue. He watched her cross the parking lot to the front door of the building. Once she’d vanished inside he shut off his truck and followed. His Uncle had always said women were nearly impossible to comprehend, an observation Teddy was slowly coming to appreciate.

With his head down, and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his heavy coat, he ran across the lot towards the front door of the building that housed the call center. Reaching the sidewalk that ran the length of the front of the building, he turned to look back at the falling snow. The wind whipped the snowflakes to and fro, shifting direction almost instantly. The action reminded him of the flocks of birds that would head south for the winter and how they flew as a group with one mind. Twisting and turning in an instinctive dance as they prepared for their long journey to warmer climes.

He was mesmerized by the almost hypnotic precision as the snow swirled about, taking on a life of its own. Slowly he became aware of a pattern. The snow flakes were no longer darting back and forth aimlessly as they were driven about by the shifting wind. They all began flowing in one direction, following a clockwise pattern as they were drawn into a vortex swirling around a very tight axis that slowly formed a snowy funnel. The swirling column of snow measured a mere five feet across at its widest point, narrowing to a tip that danced across the surface of the ground as the body of the vortex undulated above it like a snake. It grew taller, taking on substance and form, towering above him. Teddy was forced to tilt his head back as far as it would go in order to watch as the funnel rose towards the muted sky above.

His earlier feelings of unease returned, stronger than before. While fascinating to watch the action of the snow had an unsettling effect on him. Slowly he backed towards the door as the towering funnel danced across the lot towards him. A moaning cry drew his attention and he looked up to see the wide mouth of the funnel as its body nearly doubled over upon itself, and the black eye at the center of the funnel gazed down upon him.

It was at this point that Teddy turned and ran for the building, reaching the door as that inhuman roar reached a crescendo, filling the world around him with a shrieking cry of agonized anger as he swiped his card, and slipped into the safe confines of the building. He stood at the door for a moment, watching the storm from the relative safety of the building,  that towering funnel having dissipated,  and then he turned to vanish into the buildings depths.

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Fridays Frights: Waverly Hills Sanatorium

Welcome to another episode of Fridays Frights. This week we feature Waverly Hills Sanatorium in Louisville, KY.  Opened in 1910 to accommodate 40 - 50 Tuberculosis patients. It has been reported that over 60,000 deaths occurred from the time it opened until its closure in 1962, making it one of America's most haunted sites.

Featured on the popular television show, Ghost Hunters, as being one of the "most haunted" hospitals in the eastern United States. The sanatorium also appeared on ABC/FOX Family Channel's Scariest Places On Earth, VH1's Celebrity Paranormal ProjectZone Reality's Creepy, the British show Most Haunted, Paranormal Challenge, and Ghost Adventures on Travel Channel.

Tours are available. Visit the sanatoriums official sit for more information.
Waverly Hills Sanatorium  

Fridays Frights: Crybaby Bridge

I'm starting a new weekly feature for my blog called Fridays Frights. First up is the Maryland Legend of Crybaby Bridge.

 Local legend tells of a teenage mother who gave birth to a deformed baby. She threw him off the bridge, and he is now a ghost with very strong legs, prone to knocking down trees with his crying fits. It is said that the fallen trees all over the area are his doing.
Source: http://www.hauntedplaces.org/item/cry-baby-bridge/

There is a purported "Crybaby Bridge" off Beaver Dam Road in Beltsville, near the Department of Agriculture's Beltsville Agricultural Research Center. It is in or near the areas where the legendary goatman has reported to have been seen.

There is another on Governor's Bridge Road, in Bowie. This bridge is a late 19th/early 20th century steel truss bridge; legend states that a woman and her baby were murdered in the 1930s. It is also said that in the early 20th century, a young woman was impregnated, but not married. In order to avoid judgment by family and peers, she drowned her baby in the river. Purportedly, if one parks one's car at or near this bridge, a baby can be heard crying; sometimes a ghost car will creep up from behind, but disappear when the driver or passenger turns around to see it.

In Weird Maryland: Your Travel Guide to Maryland's Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets, authors Matt Lake, Mark Moran and Mark Sceurman include three first-person narratives of crybaby bridge experiences in Maryland. The locations mentioned are the Governor's Bridge Road bridge discussed above, one on Lottsford Vista Road and a third unspecified, but possibly described the Lottsford Vista Road bridge as well. The latter narratives make mention of purported Satanic churches near the bridge and appearance of the Goatman.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crybaby_Bridge#Maryland

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