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A Point In Time
Mike and Pam spent the morning with Jason sitting in the corner booth of a coffee shop. They had already been handed their checks, and every once in a while, the waitress reminded them that they were still in a business establishment by asking if everything was okay. But they weren't ready to leave.
"These are pretty strange," Pam said while holding a copy of a 19th century photograph alongside one that had been taken by a paranormal researcher in 1984. "I mean, I can't see the girls' faces very well in that ghost picture, but their size and shape kind of match." She placed the photos on the table and picked up another document from the pile, a doctor's assessment of Rose Petitt during her stay at a women's asylum. "I didn't realize that house had so much going on. I just thought it was really old."
"Yeah, me too," Mike muttered as he carefully unfolded a yellowed newspaper article. It was about a woman who claimed to hear a baby crying at the house even though she had no children.
Clock Watchers
The song and dance had ended by now, and Lewis reached up to touch one of the little wooden rabbits. The details that were carved into his grandfather’s clocks were amazing. Even the fur was given texture, and he could almost single out the individual needles on the evergreen trees and garlands. But there was something else unusual about Grandpa Günter’s clocks besides their superb craftsmanship. They had a fourth weight. Not only did his clocks keep track of the hours of the day with a charming little animal show, they also kept track of the days of the year. Birthdays. His grandfather’s cuckoo clocks were the only ones he knew of that were set to go off once a year on the hour in which his son and grandsons were born and put on a special presentation just for that occasion.Doppeldreamer
Doctor Mondero sat at his desk and opened his next patient's chart. She was a young woman named Laura Creed who had been visiting him for about three years for dream anxiety disorder, commonly known as nightmare disorder. When their sessions first began, Dr. Mondero was optimistic about helping her with her problem. He had a list of tricks and tips that had been known to help others, and he was determined that they would help her, too. Meditation, light therapy, lucid dreaming and a change in diet were just a few of the things he encouraged her to try. But these had very little effect on her situation. He even tried prying deep into her past to find any shred of trauma or unusual circumstances that would trigger such dreams, but nothing significant turned up.Full Moon Gala
Now, as doctor and patient checked off one idea after another from a long list of possible causes and cures, Laura's case seemed more troubling than ever. Doctor Mondero was left with only one more possible solution, one that he never usually advocated but it seemed to be the only possible solution left. He removed his reading glasses, set the chart down and went to call Laura into his office.
The men finished their drinks together then went back to patrolling. As Gabe strolled around the plaza, he tried to convince himself that the ghost story was no more than an old man’s yarn. But after a while, he caught himself wandering toward the middle of the plaza to see if he could feel the energy. He stood on top of the kokopelli and waited. After a few seconds, he even lifted his hands in the air, palms flat, as though he was expecting rain.
“Do you feel it?” he heard Larry’s voice cutting through the semi-darkness.
Gabe’s face flushed hot as he realized he had been caught. He expected Larry to start laughing at any moment then tell all the seasoned security guards at the main office how he had suckered the new guy into thinking this mall was haunted. “I can’t say I do,” he admitted and turned around to find Larry standing at the end of a path with a large, meandering snake etched into the surface. “I guess I fell for it, after all.”
“You didn’t fall for anything,” Larry insisted. “You just wait. When the moon gets higher, you’ll feel it.”
The Taterific Tale of Coral Beach
The Director arrived to find a police officer in a drenched slicker waiting for him. The officer approached the car as he got out and opened his umbrella. "I'm Officer Dunlavy. Are you the Director?" he asked over the radio chatter at his hip. He reached into his slicker to lower the volume.
"Yes, that's me." The Director showed him his identification badge. "What did you find?"
Dunlavy shined his flashlight toward the service entrance. The gate that once enclosed the potato field had been torn down. "It looks like someone may have taken a bulldozer to that gate," he said. "Did you have any heavy driving equipment back there?"
"We're not using that field right now," the Director said. "There shouldn't be anything back there."
"Are you sure?" Dunlavy waved for the Director to follow him. They walked around the leveled gate and past piles of white, unknown disk-like objects. They reached the potato field, where Dunlavy cast his flashlight over the ground. Something had recently overturned the soil and left uprooted potato plants strewn all over the field. As the Director kicked at one of the outlying plants, a creature about the size of a cat squealed and jumped straight toward Dunlavy's flashlight. The flashlight fell to the ground and the creature scampered away into the darkness.
The men looked at each other. "What was that?" they asked together.
