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Who is SarahSpells? No, she may be good at spelling but that's not what the name means. It's actually short for Sarah Spellding, who is a book character of mine. Her favorite color is green, but she loves all the colors of the rainbow. Her last name, Spellding, is a nod towards the Archie comic book character Sabrina the Witch.

 

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~Ghostbuster with a Bat~

by Elizabeth Wilde


 

Chapter 1:

When Night Met Cherry

 

 

     Tom Nightrider lived alone in a small house, average and boring on the outside; quite neat and impressive on the inside. Everyone in town knew him as quiet, sleepy, and lazy – seeing as how he appeared to have no job. He was a bum. Obviously his parents paid for the house – which was barely being kept up by outward appearance.

     But Tom had a secret. He was a ghostbuster, sending wandering spirits to the afterlife. That was his job. And his weapon? Was a bat. Not just your ordinary bat you play baseball with, but a magic bat that glowed blue.

     Some days he'd have several ghosts to bust, while other times there were days with no requests. Hence the idea that he lazed about. Which actually wasn't that far from the truth. In fact, Tom lazed about even when he worked. Or, he at least had the talent that he looked like his actions were lazy and his job boring.

Maybe it was.

Maybe it wasn't.

Maybe we should see...

     There was a knock at Tom's door late at night. It was pouring down rain, so golden-hearted Tom got out of his cozy bed to answer the door.

      “Hello,” said a little girl with short brown hair. She shivered on the man's porch.

     “Hello,” Tom sleepily returned. He didn't take the time to ask who she was or why she had come. She'd tell him soon enough.

     “Um, I'm Cherry. Are you Mr. Tom Nightrider?” The girl was informed that he was a bleary-eyed detective of the paranormal department. A person who was cool, calm, collected, and an aloof attitude. This guy definitely fit the picture.

     "Yeah, I am.” Tom stepped aside for the girl to enter.

     Cherry hesitated, not too sure it was wise to enter a strange man's home. But she didn't come all this way in the rain and dark to hesitate about her actions. A few seconds later she boldly stepped inside and the rain and cold became a comforting pitter-patter.

      The young man – Cherry guessed he was only around 24 – led the way to a living room. He quietly started a crackling fire in the fireplace and made hot cocoa for Cherry. He drank nothing, but sat in a overstuffed chair to Cherry's right.

      Cherry sat on the couch and sipped her cocoa. When she was warm and cozy, she said, “I need your help, I think, Mr. Nightrider. Uh...that sounds weird. Nightrider. Wasn't that an old TV show?”

      “It was actually 'Knightrider', as in a soldier of medieval times. And yes, the name is fake. My real last name is too long and difficult to say. I have a feeling 'Cherry' is fake, too...”

      “Er...well...yes, it is. It's a nickname my Mom used to call me.”

     “Used to...?”

     “Um, that's why I'm here. You investigate ghost stories, right?”

     Tom stared at the girl. She looked about ten, maybe twelve years of age. The whole detective thing was a cover up of sorts, because calling yourself a ghostbuster was not what sane people would do to attract business. And so those who truly knew him knew the real job that Tom did.

     However, he wasn't sure this girl did.

     “Your mother is a ghost?” he asked. “You wish me to investigate...what, exactly?”

      “Um...” Cherry twiddled her thumbs. She didn't want the man to think she was crazy. The way he talked sounded like he was tired and bored and didn't care a less.

     But, that's how Tom Nightrider always talked. Poor Cherry didn't know that.

      “Okay, um...you see...b-both my parents died in a car accident. But, er, t-they have stayed to take c-care of me, so I would be all right.” Cherry cringed, hugging her mug of cocoa; imaging the man's annoyed face ready to laugh and kick her out. “B-but, some other ghosts have come to take my parents away, to the Afterlife. They're mean and violent. So, uh, I-I don't want you to investigate so much as get rid of the mean ghosts?” She finally glanced up. The man didn't look annoyed, although he kept that same sleepy-bored look. Maybe it was because he truly was tired...

      “Interesting,” Tom finally said. “So you want me to bust up some ghosts, huh? I can do that.”

     Cherry lit up. “Really!? Oh, thank you, Mr., um, Night. Do you mind if I call you Night?”

     Tom shrugged. “No 'Mister', though.” He up and left the room, leaving Cherry to drink her cocoa. When she was done, he came back, properly dressed and carrying a blue-glowing bat.

     Cherry stared and began to panic.

      “Hm? Oh, this?” Tom lifted the bat up, it was actually more like a club. “This isn't for you. Are you ready?”

      “R-ready for w-what?”

      “Ghostbusting, of course.”

      “NOW? In the middle of the night?”

     “That's the perfect time. Come on, show me the way.”

***

      In the rain they went. And Cherry quickly understood why Tom chose the name 'Nightrider', because he rode at night on a motorcycle of pitch black.

     “This is it? Your house?”

     Cherry nodded.

       “And your parents?”

      “They usually stay inside.”

     Tom and the little girl approached the house; the bat glowed so much, now, that it looked like it was nothing more than light.

     From outside the two heard a racket going on inside.

      “Oh no! They're hara.ss.ing my Mom and Dad again!”

     Tom kicked the door open.

     In all honestly, he expected Angels of Death, trying to guide Cherry's parents to Heaven. But the ones he saw were the Undertakers of Hell. Demon ghosts.

     The job suddenly became easier, now that Tom didn't have to break Cherry's heart.

      “Hey!” The ghostbuster sounded very different from his quiet self. “I'm the one who will be doing the busting around here!”

     Cherry ducked as the demon ghosts threw plates their way. Tom dodged and sprinted forward – Cherry couldn't believe he could be so agile – and struck the first Undertaker with his bat, it exploded into black smoke. And once that one was gone, the second soon followed.

     “Hmph! Low level Undertakers. Pssh!” Tom lowered the bat, looking back at a stunned Cherry. “All done. I usually get paid for this sort of thing, but for today it was free of charge.”

     Cherry was utterly grateful.

     Tom made to leave, however...

      “Wait,” Cherry's ghostly mother spoke. “You...you have the ability to send ghosts away, to the Afterlife. Correct, young man?”

     Tom slowly turned, that sleepy look back on his face. “Yeah.”

     Cherry's ghostly father floated forward. “Can you...send us as well?”

     “What!? No, Mom and Dad! No!” Cherry wanted to hug her parents, hold on to them.

     “Don't you want to take care of your daughter?” Tom asked.

      “We do,” the mother said. “But it is too painfully obvious that...we simply cannot. We're dead. Just ghosts. Our dear daughter needs a real, live person to protect her.”

     “We ask that you take care of her, as guardian,” the father said. “And send my wife and I to Heaven. Please?”

     Cherry was beyond being angst.

     “Well...it is what I do...but...Are you absolutely sure?”

     Cherry's parents nodded.

     Tom gazed at Cherry, a touch of sorrow in his relatively plain, dazed face. It seems he'd be breaking her heart after all. “If you're ready to go, you don't need my help.” He told the ghosts.

       “Yes, but we want to stay more than go,” the mother said, the father nodding. “We must be forced to leave – to better our daughter's future.”

     “All right.” Tom raised his bat.

     Cherry grabbed his arm. “No. I won't let you, you weren't supposed to send them off!”

     Tom shook her off. “Sorry, Cherry, this is what I do.”

***

The next day...


     Tom woke up, stumbled out of bed, tried not to step on the objects on the floor as he made his way to the bathroom, then eventually made his way into the kitchen. 

     Cherry was there, with a bowl of cereal.

     Without saying so much as “Good morning”, he went to making his own breakfast: eggs, toast, bacon, and orange juice. “Want any?”

     Cherry glanced at the food, then pointed at the juice. Tom nodded and got her a gl.a.ss.

 

     It was the start of an odd relationship...

 

Chapter 2:

When Cherry Ignores Night

 

 

   When Cherry's parents died, she stopped going to school, for fear that people would ask about her Mom and Dad; a teacher would eventually want to speak to them – and no one knew about the accident that took the lives of Cherry's parents. Their car had slid on a wet, oily road during a heavy storm and hydroplaned into a forest lake. Cherry barely managed to escape, and she still didn't remember how she got home; the entire ordeal was wiped from her memory. Who knows what would have happened if the ghosts of her parents had not appeared. They would take care of their daughter no matter what.

      Cherry's Mom taught her how to cook meals, while her Dad told her how to pay the bills. If something broke, they would teach her how to fix it.

      But the money would run out soon and someone would ask Cherry where her parents had suddenly gone to. So when Tom Nightrider came along to get rid of the demon undertakers trying to drag them to Hades, Cherry's parents made a decision to place their daughter in his hands. It was a reckless decision, but when you're ghosts you oftentimes don't think in a rational way.

***

     And so here was Cherry living in Mr. Night's home, brooding and feeling sorry for herself. She refused to talk to Tom Nightrider, he took her parents away – for good, using his Ghostbuster bat to send them to Heaven. Never mind that they asked it of him and it WAS his job. Cherry couldn't stand that lazy, distant look of his; how he went off to take ghost parents from other children (probably); and the noisy girlfriend that came over now and then.

      Speaking of which, his noisy girlfriend was over now, Cherry could hear her whining:

      “Come on, Tom, why not? We NEVER go out! What do you possibly do at night that we can't go on a date?”

      Cherry sat in the kitchen eating her lunch and Mr. Night's room was just across a short hallway; if she leaned forward a bit she could see into his room.

      The girlfriend – Cherry couldn't remember her name – sat on the man's desk while Mr. Night sat on his bed tying his shoelaces; he had slept in from working late busting up ghosts.

      “My job,” Tom answered the woman's question.

      The girlfriend snorted. “Your job is more important than me?”

      “No,” Tom simply said, “but my job IS important. And I have Cherry to provide for; her parents' wishes.”

      Cherry saw the woman wrinkle her nose as she rocked back and forth on the desk, knocking some little animal figures to the floor as a result. Tom casually picked the toys up and placed them back.

      “She's a cute kid,” the woman said about Cherry. “But aren't you too young to be a foster father?”

      Tom stared silently at his girlfriend. He stood. “I may be young, but I hope you aren't implying I should send her off somewhere.”

      The girlfriend crossed her arms and Cherry barely heard her reply of, “No...” She left, then, and Tom came out into the living room; where Cherry had gone to hide from the woman.

      With a mug of coffee, her guardian sat on the couch; Cherry immediately scooted away from him. “Halloween is next week,” he said. “Do you celebrate? Wear a costume?”

      Cherry didn't answer, but turned away from him. It was her response to most everything, or she pointed.

      “Hm...” Tom sipped his coffee, wondering when Cherry would start talking to him.

 

 

~To be Continued~

 

 

 

 


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