Sex Death And Other Strange Ideas Ch 11

SEX, DEATH, AND OTHER STRANGE IDEAS

Sex, Death, and Other Strange Ideas is a steamy supernatural romance novel with multiple chapters. Contains language and situations (utterly) inappropriate for those under 18.

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(AUTHOR'S NOTE): Sorry this chapter was so slow in coming. But hey look! Plot!

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CHAPTER 11

"A lot of the older religions say there is no life and death," Vicky observed as she found a seat on the couch where the Quija board was spread out on the coffee table. "Just a transition from one state of being to another. What happens then, of course, depends on the belief system in question."

"That's another thing I'd like to know," Jo said as she set about preparing Vicky's drink at the built-in oak bar. "Alex says he's never met another ghost, and I

know

there's more than one dead person on Governor's Island. So where are they?"

"Not everybody is capable of sticking around," Vicky said. "And not everybody wants to. I mean, dead people must go

somewhere

or we'd be up to our armpits in ghosts." She gave a small shrug. "Heaven and Hell maybe. One idea I've heard is there are multiple levels to the spirit world and the one that overlaps our dimension is the lowest, but spirits and astral travelers can ascend higher. Another theory says there are countless planes of existence and the spirit world is the road between them. Maybe Alex being trapped here is preventing him from his 'final journey' whatever that may be."

"So, what the hell could be trapping him?" Jo asked, adding some rum and triple sec to the concoction she was brewing. "Why can't Alex leave the estate?"

"Well, what happens when he tries to leave?"

"So far he's just said bad things," Jo said. "Try the board, maybe you can get a straighter answer."

Vicky looked down at the large, polished coffee table adorned with a circle of Post-it notes and the upside down shot glass ready to serve as a planchette. "Okay, I'm familiar with the concept, but just to be sure, how does this work? Any ceremony or anything?"

"Nah, just put your fingers on the glass," Jo answered, topping up Vicky's drink with a splash of cola and bringing it over. "Alex told me he can't move it himself, but he can guide my hands if I relax enough. Careful with that, I make my own drinks pretty stiff, so I did that one out of habit."

"That's cool, I like stiff," Vicky said, taking first a sip and then a good swallow. "Oh man, that's good. I'm used to the cheap shit, I could get used to having a rich friend. Okay, fingers on the glass, nice and relaxed." She tilted her head to either side producing two loud cracks from her neck. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be, let's start easy. Alex, am I doing this right?"

There was a pause and then Vicky shivered, making a small noise of amazement as the glass drifted toward the slip of paper with 'yes' written on it. Vicky took a few deep breaths as Jo returned to the bar and set about fixing a drink for herself. "So, um... where is he?" Vicky asked, whispering for some reason.

"Right next to you," Jo answered, filling a cocktail shaker with ice and adding the vodka with a bit of a flourish. "How you doing, lover?" she called to the room. "Forgive me for breaking my promise and inviting a cute girl over?" Once again, the do-it-yourself planchette under Vicky's fingertips indicated the affirmative.

"Oh my God," the goth girl breathed. She picked up the shot glass and examined it with a suspicious eye, then ducked her head and checked beneath the coffee table.

"I swear it's not a trick," Jo said as she poured cranberry juice into the shaker. "Alex is really here. Go ahead, ask him anything you want."

"Alex, are you really sitting next to me?" Vicky asked, not sounding entirely credulous. "What color is my shirt?"

B...l...a...c...k...

the planchette spelled out. Then it began to move again.

H...i... V...i...c...k...y...

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Vicky said. "Alex, are you

really

a ghost?"

Yes.

A brief pause and then,

I... T...h...i...n...k... S...o...

"This is

too

wild!" the girl enthused. "God, I've always wanted to talk to a ghost, and now that I am I'm at a loss for words!"

M...e... T...o...o...

was the reply.

"There are so many things I want to ask you. What's it

like

being a ghost?"

A brief pause and then,

B...o...r...i...n...g...

"Boring?"

"Yeah," Jo said. "Alex kind of crapped out in the whole afterlife department." She shook her drink vigorously and strained it into a cocktail glass, then brought it over and knelt on the other side of the coffee table within reach of the Quija board. "He's just stuck here in this house and can't leave."

"Why can't you leave, Alex?" Vicky asked. "Have you tried? You know, just get up and walk away?"

Yes. H...u...r...t...s...

There was a pause and then,

I... D...i...e...

"You die?" Jo asked with concern in her voice. "How?"

I don't know.

"How far from the house can you go, Alex?" Vicky asked.

G...a...t...e...

"Okay,

that's

kind of interesting," Vicky said, her brow furrowing.

"Why?" Jo asked. "What could stop Alex from going past the gate?"

"Well," Vicky said. "Remember when I said there was magic that could affect the spirit world? One of the things you can do is fortify an area so spirits can't enter. Basic circle of protection stuff, witches can do it with salt. Spellcasting 101. I suppose it's possible the same kind of magic could also keep something from leaving."

"Great," Jo said with a small groan. "We're back to magic again. A couple of days ago, I didn't believe any of this happy horseshit."

"If it's any comfort, I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed myself," Vicky said. "I've always believed in this stuff, and I've always believed it was possible for

me

. But to be sitting here talking with a ghost, an actual dead person... It's like spending your life searching for the Loch Ness monster only to have it pop out of the lake and lick your nose."

"I get you," Jo said, taking a sip of her cocktail. "This whole thing is blowing my mundane little mind. Okay, suppose there's a magic spell keeping Alex from leaving. Can it be undone? Can we set Alex free?"

"It's not quite as simple as all that," Vicky said. "Undoing someone else's magic is difficult and I've only ever dabbled. It would also have to be some pretty big magic to cover the whole estate for this long. Another thing to think about is if someone

did

cast a circle around this place, they may have had a good reason to do it. No offense, Alex."

"Well, shit," Jo grumbled. "I swear, Alex, there's got to be a way to let you out of here. Not that I'm in any hurry to see you go, don't get me wrong. I'm actually getting pretty darn attached to you."

M...e... T...o...o...

the planchette spelled out, and then Jo felt the singularly unique sensation of being kissed by a ghost. She returned the kiss to empty air and giggled.

"So, forgive me for asking," Vicky said, her eyebrow cocked. "But are you two a

thing

or something?"

"And then some," Jo smiled and reached up for Alex, sensing he was standing next to her. "You could say that we've been doing positive energy exercises. It's made me a

lot

more aware of him, just like the book said, and

especially

when he touches me. I can even tell

where

he's touching me, doubly so if it's somewhere intimate. I've been thinking of having him grab one boob for 'yes' and the other for 'no' and see if that speeds up conversation any."

"Wait, what have you two

done

?" Vicky asked incredulously. "You haven't, uh..."

"Done

it

? Three times! Four if you count the time he molested me. Twice in my dreams, and twice in real life." Suddenly, Jo once again became sharply aware of Alex's mood without knowing how she was doing it. She snickered and addressed the room. "Well, you

did

! Get used to me bragging about our sex life, Alex, you're from the seventies, not the fifties." To Vicky she said, "I told you we'd found some unconventional means of communicating."

"Oh, no way," Vicky said, sounding entirely impressed. "You are going to have to tell me

all

about this shit."

"I'll be happy to give you all the wet details," Jo said. "Every time we do it, it gets easier for me to feel Alex. And I swear I can imagine him so clearly that I keep expecting to turn around and see him standing there. It's strengthened our connection hugely."

"That's incredible," Vicky said with a low whistle. "Well, if nothing else comes of this, you've given me a hell of an idea for my webcam. 'This Saturday! Watch Cadavra fuck a ghost!'"

"What the hell kind of shows do you

do

?" Jo asked with a giggle of laughter.

"Cadavra Golgotha is half horror hostess and half porn star," Vicky said with a note of pride in her voice. "Guys

love

this weirdo shit. I roll around in fake blood a lot, one time I fucked a creepy ventriloquist dummy, masturbate with bones and body parts, stuff like that. I could script a whole episode around banging a ghost."

"What do you think, Alex?" Jo asked the room. "I told you that you were a porn star in a former life, do you want to give Vicky a hand?" The planchette didn't move. "Either I embarrassed him again or he's not going to dignify that with a response."

Vicky laughed herself. "Well, to get back to the subject of helping Alex get out of here, I know of a couple places I could start looking for ideas. Spiritual magic is a pretty broad category, and I've got a ton of books on it back at the store. I know a serious practitioner I could talk to, but it's someone I'd hate to get involved in this."

"Then let's keep it just between us for now," Jo said. "I'll help you look, I need to start learning all this stuff anyway. Apparently, there's a whole fucking spirit world that I need to start cramming about." Jo paused as a thought struck her. "I don't suppose there are any nifty spells or tricks that might tell us

who

Alex is, is there?"

"Well, there are numerous ways to divine the past," Vicky explained. "But it's not something I'm adept in. Psychometry works on objects which might tell us the history of the house. Or maybe we need something like past life regression, although I've never heard of it being tried with a ghost.

I'm

curious as to why Alex can't remember anything. Alex, Jo said you can't remember being alive at all?"

No

, the planchette indicated.

"That's weird," Vicky said with a frown. "I've heard of ghosts forgetting their own deaths, especially if it was super-traumatic. But I never heard of one forgetting his whole life before. What's the first thing you can remember, Alex?"

"He said he woke up in the greenhouse," Jo volunteered.

Yes,

the planchette indicated. It hesitated for a moment and then picked out five letters.

B...l...o...o...d...

"Blood?" Jo asked in surprise. "There was blood in the greenhouse? When? Was it yours?"

I don't know.

"Alex, is the greenhouse where you died?" Vicky asked.

I don't know

. A pause and then,

Yes.

The planchette hesitated a moment longer and then picked out

B...a...d... T...h...i...n...g...s...

"This is the second time you've said there are bad things in the greenhouse," Jo said. "But you don't know what kind of bad things?"

No.

The glass hesitated again.

A...f...r...a...i...d...

"What does a ghost have to be afraid of?" Jo asked half to herself.

I don't know.

"Alex, tell me about the bad things," Vicky said. "Have you ever seen them?"

No. F...e...l...t... T...h...e...m...

"How many are there? Vicky asked.

I don't know.

"How long have they been here? Have they been here as long as you have?"

Yes.

"Alex, is it possible the bad things are other spirits?"

I don't know. Yes.

"Oh

great

," Jo said, throwing her hands up. "I've got evil spirits in my greenhouse."

"And possibly some kind of barrier around your house to keep anything from leaving," Vicky added. "I'm gonna take a shot in the dark and say these two things are related."

"What can we

do

?" Jo asked. "How do you get rid of evil spirits, can you exorcise them or something? Sanctify the place?"

"The answer is yes, but it's

way

above my pay grade. And it's definitely

not

something you want to fuck around with if you don't know exactly what you're doing. And if somebody went to

this

much trouble to lock them up, they might be pretty nasty customers."

"Well, I can't just go off and leave Alex locked up in here with them," Jo said indignantly. "There's nothing evil about

him

."

"Well..." Vicky said in an apologetic tone. "How sure are you about that?"

"Trust me, if you knew him the way I do..." Jo paused, suddenly aware of how short a time she had known Alex. "I just get a good feeling about..." She paused again, realizing how utterly lame that sounded. "Alex, you've been telling me the truth, right?"

Yes. Yes. Yes.

"Okay, okay, I believe you. Vicky, I

do

trust Alex. You can't get as up close and personal with someone as we have without getting a handle on what they're about. We've literally been in each other's head. I'm the psychic and I promise that I can smell toxicity at a hundred yards, I learned because it's a valuable life skill. Alex has a gentle soul."

"Okay, I'll trust your judgement," Vicky said, although her face betrayed lingering doubt. "If there

are

evil spirits around here, we'd best figure out exactly what you've got. As much as I hate to say it, we're already reaching the point where we may need to talk to someone a lot more experienced with this shit than I am, I'm floundering in the dark."

"So, what can we do

without

involving anyone else?" Jo asked.

"Well, there's one thing I can think of, but it might be a little foolhardy. Like you said, you're the psychic and medium. We could start by exploring the greenhouse and see what kind of vibes you pick up. If you're as sensitive as you say you are, you might be able to tell if there's really anything in there to be worried about."

"I'm down," Jo said without hesitation. "If there are any evil spirits in my house, I'll kick their sorry asses."

The glass beneath Vicky's fingertips suddenly began to move. It glided across the table, spelling out two words.

B...e... C...a...r...e...f...u...l...

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Alex stayed in step as he accompanied the two women down the path that led to the greenhouse. The day had worn on to a gorgeous afternoon, and the sun shone brightly on the freshly watered lawns and gardens that surrounded the house. It was a perfect day for a picnic, Alex observed a little sourly with a deep sinking feeling in the region of his midsection.

"It's down this way," Jo said to Vicky. "It looks like nobody's touched the place in an ice age."

"I'd like to just torch the damn thing," Alex said, even though he knew he couldn't be heard. "Creeps me right the fuck out."

"This will be just like talking to Alex," Vicky told Jo. "Same steps, but you'll want to be careful how far you open yourself up. If there

is

something unpleasant in there it might take exception to us, and some spirits can attack mentally. Be receptive, but also keep your guard up."

"If only I knew what I was doing," Jo sighed. She led the way through the dead trees and overgrowth that separated the greenhouse from the rest of the property. The cheery spring sunshine didn't seem to reach back here, and the copse was draped in shadow. The structure loomed before them, all weathered glass and rusty iron-wrought supports in a baroque style. It looked intimidating.

"Maybe we should check the outside first," Vicky suggested. "Do a couple of circuits and see if you can pick anything up."

"

I'm

sure as hell picking something up," Alex said. "Don't you two

feel

that?" The air of oppression that hung over the greenhouse felt thick enough to cut with a knife, and once again Alex could sense the presence of that unfathomable

other

lurking just beyond the fringes of his perception. The women looked uneasy, but didn't seem overly perturbed.

"Okay, open mind, all senses," Jo said. "It's creepy as hell and it feels cold back here, but otherwise I'm not getting anything besides Alex. I'm pretty sure he's with us." Alex moved to Jo's side and put his spectral arms around her. Jo smiled and said, "Yeah, there you are, lover."

"Seriously Jo," Alex said in a futile attempt to communicate. "There's something here and it's

not

friendly. Be really,

really

careful."

Jo tilted her head as if listening to something just out of range. "I think Alex is as creeped out as I am," she reported. "I'm getting good at reading his moods."

"If there

is

something here," Vicky said, "At least it's on the other side from us. But Alex is on that side

with

it. Arguably, he's got more to worry about than we do."

"Oh shit, I didn't think of that. I guess I figured once you were a ghost you were invulnerable. Maybe you should wait here, Alex."

"Not a chance," Alex said. "I'm not letting you go in there alone and I'm tired of hiding from this thing, whatever it is. We're doing this together." He moved closer to Jo so she might feel his presence and she shivered.

The trio did two slow laps around the outside of the greenhouse, letting Jo get a feel for the place. Alex's own anxiety was increasing with every step. "Guys, I really feel like we're being watched," he said, cursing his inability to communicate directly.

"Ick, dead rat," Jo reported, looking down at the overgrown grass and weeds at her feet. She detoured around the small corpse and went to move on but stopped again. "Make that more than one," she said. "Gross, we've got a whole rat graveyard back here." Alex looked and saw half a dozen of the things, scattered about all along the glass wall of the greenhouse, their small furry bodies twisted into unnatural configurations.