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the air of any evil spirits.
“This place makes me feel dirty. I’ve been in the woods for weeks, but I never felt dirty like this.” She said.
“I think I can access the Gateway easily here, it feels close.” Vinnie said, as he placed his hand over the candle flame.
“Knock it off, would you?” She said.
“Let’s clear a place and rock on the floor. I want you to come with me.” He said.
“Oh, baby.” She said.
“Not that way.” He smiled.
“Okay.” She smiled back.
They cleared a spot between the kitchen and the living room. Vinnie swept as Josie lied the nicest blanket down. They blew out the candles and sat Indian style. After they closed their eyes they concentrated on their breathing. They swayed slowly back and forth, like oil well pump jacks. When thoughts barged in, they went back to the safety of their breathing.
Spirals of light entered their eyelids, as all surroundings from the outside world ceased. It took a while for Vinnie to connect with Josie in the ethereal world. There was a lot on his mind that had to be cleared.
Vinnie finally connected with her by seeing her floating in a pond. She had a large Lily flower behind her ear. Their laughter was uninhibited, like waking from a funny dream and laughing hysterically. But, the situation was serious and Vinnie needed to find Van Norden in a parallel universe, thousands of memories ago.
The colorful spirals behind Vinnie’s eyelids turned to sienna, as he went deeper into his psyche. There were many impressions, voices echoing, ghosts bumping into him, as he searched for the right memory line.
Vinnie walked down a foggy cobblestone path. There were faded memory images everywhere. He then walked into a giant room. The ceiling was so high that it looked like a sky made of marble.
An unrealistically large, bold man sat at a desk in the middle of the room. He was reading a paper and smoking a pipe.
“Van Norden?” Vinnie asked.
“Yes, Vinnie.” Van Norden replied.
There was no room or exception made for small talk. Small talk was abolished at the time of death, and is burned quickly, like empty calories.
“Why weren’t you in the photos at the families’ house?” Vinnie asked.
“One has a choice to leave impressions, or not.”
“So, you became invisible on purpose?” Vinnie asked.
“In my field of work, one must erase ties.”
“Field of work? You’re dead.” Vinnie said.
Josie knocked over a lamp in the corner and ran out the door.
“Who’s that?” Van Norden asked.
“My field of work.” Vinnie replied.
“Sit down Vinnie.” Van Norden folded his paper. “First of all, I realize you have some power, because you’re sitting here with me. Second of all, I’m dead and you’re sitting here with me.”
“I need your help,” Vinnie started. “ about the pictures of you and Bud. We’re at Bud’s cabin right now, staying there, and we saw photos.” He said.
“Who is that girl?” Van Norden asked.
“That’s Bud’s daughter. She wants to find out why Bud is in some kind of trailer-trash purgatory.”
“That’s a hard one.” Van Norden said. “Bud was a good friend at one time. But, things got out of hand.”
“What happened?” asked Vinnie.
“Vanterkroft.” Van Norden said.
“ Vanterkroft?”
“ Vanterkroft is a secret society for immortals. We mock the passing years of mortals and watch them slowly struggle with death. It’s sick, but so is our world.”
“So, what happened to you and Bud?” Vinnie asked.
“We were supposed to initiate a new immortal to our circle, Vanterkroft, and make him feel purely invincible in his new dead skin.” Van Norden became serious. “We took a new member fishing on Lake Cresent, Bud and I. Bud drank heavily most of the time, to create a buffer between his life and death.” Van Norden paused and emptied his pipe into his hand. “See, Bud wasn’t dead, yet.”
“What? How can you be a member of Vanterkroft when you’re not
“This place makes me feel dirty. I’ve been in the woods for weeks, but I never felt dirty like this.” She said.
“I think I can access the Gateway easily here, it feels close.” Vinnie said, as he placed his hand over the candle flame.
“Knock it off, would you?” She said.
“Let’s clear a place and rock on the floor. I want you to come with me.” He said.
“Oh, baby.” She said.
“Not that way.” He smiled.
“Okay.” She smiled back.
They cleared a spot between the kitchen and the living room. Vinnie swept as Josie lied the nicest blanket down. They blew out the candles and sat Indian style. After they closed their eyes they concentrated on their breathing. They swayed slowly back and forth, like oil well pump jacks. When thoughts barged in, they went back to the safety of their breathing.
Spirals of light entered their eyelids, as all surroundings from the outside world ceased. It took a while for Vinnie to connect with Josie in the ethereal world. There was a lot on his mind that had to be cleared.
Vinnie finally connected with her by seeing her floating in a pond. She had a large Lily flower behind her ear. Their laughter was uninhibited, like waking from a funny dream and laughing hysterically. But, the situation was serious and Vinnie needed to find Van Norden in a parallel universe, thousands of memories ago.
The colorful spirals behind Vinnie’s eyelids turned to sienna, as he went deeper into his psyche. There were many impressions, voices echoing, ghosts bumping into him, as he searched for the right memory line.
Vinnie walked down a foggy cobblestone path. There were faded memory images everywhere. He then walked into a giant room. The ceiling was so high that it looked like a sky made of marble.
An unrealistically large, bold man sat at a desk in the middle of the room. He was reading a paper and smoking a pipe.
“Van Norden?” Vinnie asked.
“Yes, Vinnie.” Van Norden replied.
There was no room or exception made for small talk. Small talk was abolished at the time of death, and is burned quickly, like empty calories.
“Why weren’t you in the photos at the families’ house?” Vinnie asked.
“One has a choice to leave impressions, or not.”
“So, you became invisible on purpose?” Vinnie asked.
“In my field of work, one must erase ties.”
“Field of work? You’re dead.” Vinnie said.
Josie knocked over a lamp in the corner and ran out the door.
“Who’s that?” Van Norden asked.
“My field of work.” Vinnie replied.
“Sit down Vinnie.” Van Norden folded his paper. “First of all, I realize you have some power, because you’re sitting here with me. Second of all, I’m dead and you’re sitting here with me.”
“I need your help,” Vinnie started. “ about the pictures of you and Bud. We’re at Bud’s cabin right now, staying there, and we saw photos.” He said.
“Who is that girl?” Van Norden asked.
“That’s Bud’s daughter. She wants to find out why Bud is in some kind of trailer-trash purgatory.”
“That’s a hard one.” Van Norden said. “Bud was a good friend at one time. But, things got out of hand.”
“What happened?” asked Vinnie.
“Vanterkroft.” Van Norden said.
“ Vanterkroft?”
“ Vanterkroft is a secret society for immortals. We mock the passing years of mortals and watch them slowly struggle with death. It’s sick, but so is our world.”
“So, what happened to you and Bud?” Vinnie asked.
“We were supposed to initiate a new immortal to our circle, Vanterkroft, and make him feel purely invincible in his new dead skin.” Van Norden became serious. “We took a new member fishing on Lake Cresent, Bud and I. Bud drank heavily most of the time, to create a buffer between his life and death.” Van Norden paused and emptied his pipe into his hand. “See, Bud wasn’t dead, yet.”
“What? How can you be a member of Vanterkroft when you’re not
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