(aka Bike) Part 1689 by Angharad Copyright © 2012 Angharad
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“Mummy, I had a horrible dream,” sniffed Trish at some stupid hour on Sunday morning.
“Wha?” I think I managed, prying my eyes open.
“I had a horrible dream, and I don’t want it to come back.”
“Get in then.” I edged back and she clambered in–her feet were freezing. I cuddled into the back of her knowing in ten minutes I’d be too hot to sleep and she’d be snoring her head off–figuratively at least.
I was wrong, it was half an hour and I was sweating. Trish was totally zonked and Simon was doing a practice lap for Monza. It was three o’ bloody clock and I was wide awake. I did think about going into Trish’s bed but in the end decided to do an hour’s work on the survey and come back to bed, possibly even carry her back to her own bed.
I slipped downstairs, made a cuppa and turned on my computer–one day I’ll remember to do it the other way round and it’ll be booted up by the time I’ve made my tea.
The usual sort of email, reindeer in Suffolk–don’t tell me–Father Christmas crash landed; are we counting mink? Then one a bit more interesting, a definite of a sighting of a polecat in Hampshire. Hmm, near Petersfield, I might go and see them if I have time–a retired teacher. Yeah, I’ll speak to him and if he sounds compos mentis, I’ll pass it on to Sussex–they’re doing Brock and his buddies. For those of you not in the know, a polecat is a member of the Mustelidae–the badgers and otters, which include things like mink and weasels. The reason for my interest is that polecats were persecuted and restricted to Wales and the West Country but now seem to be increasing their range eastward–they’re not cats who do pole dancing, they’re not even cats–and the ‘pole’ element is from ‘poulet’ the Froglaise for chicken–according to my old biology teacher.
In America, I believe they call the skunk a polecat, and I think until recently they categorised skunks with ‘stink badgers’ into the family Mustelidae, but now have decided they belong to a separate family, the Mephitidae. I suppose because of the similarity in markings and the smelly glands possessed of badgers, the two groups were thought to be of the same family, but recent research shows they’re not. I doubt the European badger could compete for stink levels with any of the American critters, but if you have a dog who finds a badger latrine and rolls in it, or you step in one, it smells quite strongly, especially if you’re in an enclosed space. So finding a skunk in your house must be a nightmare.
Talking of which I wondered how Trish was doing, and popped up to see–for some reason, I just felt I needed to. I trotted up the stairs and she was tossing and turning and crying, I touched her to reassure her and immediately was drawn into her dream.
She was in a small dark room and before her stood Jeremy Kite and he looked ghastly–he was lacerated all over and blood was dripping from him. “Your mother did this to me,” he accused pointing a bloody hand at her.
“So why don’t you accuse me?” I said standing between the two. He stank of blood and death.
“I said I’d come back to destroy your family.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to do anything but return to your grave, Kite. Go and rest in peace and leave me and my family alone.”
“No, I’ll stay and worry your daughter.” He gave a horrid laugh, which gurgled in his damaged throat.
“Go to hell then!” With that I drew down a huge ball of blue light and threw it at him. As it made contact he screamed and burst into a bright blue flame, burned for a moment and then vanished in a puff of smoke.
I spun a circle of blue light around Trish who began to relax again and told her she was safe from the horrible man. I watched while she went back to a proper sleep and went downstairs. When I sat down and thought about what had just transpired, I began to shake–had I just confronted a ghost and zapped it? Normally I don’t see these things, only Trish seems to, but in touching her, I’d also seen it. I made some more tea and decided I’d waste no more emotion on Jeremy Kite. He was as bad as he was painted and now he was no more. I finished my tea, cleaned my teeth and went for a wee before climbing back into my bed. This time I went to sleep without feeling too hot.
We woke up about eight o’clock and when Si staggered off to the bathroom, I asked if he was making the tea. He grumbled but went off to do it. “Mummy, I had that horrible dream again but this time you came and rescued me from the horrible man.”
“Did I, sweetheart?” I yawned.
“Yes you did, you zapped him with a thunderbolt.”
“Did I?”
“Yes, it was like you asked him to like go, telling him he was dead, but he refused and said he was coming to destroy your family, so you caught this ball of light and pitched it at him. He caught fire and vanished.”
“You have some strange dreams, Trish.”
“You called him, Kite.”
“Did I?”
“That’s a strange name, isn’t it, Mummy?”
“Perhaps, he was a strange man.”
“I saw something on my computer about someone called Kite who died in a car crash.”
“That could have caused you to dream about him, then.”
“Why?” she looked perplexed, “Why should he come and annoy me if he died in a car crash? I didn’t do anything to him, did I?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart.”
“Did you know him, Mummy?”
“Why should I know him?” I felt myself getting very hot.
“You seemed to know he was dead.”
“I possibly saw the same news story if it happened locally.”
“Oh, of course; I just thought you might have known him.”
“I know, or have met lots of people, Trish, it could be one of those.”
“Oh well, he’s gone now–I don’t think he was very nice.”
“Possibly not, but you said he was gone now–that’s all that matters.”
“Yes, thanks to you, Mummy.”
“Here ya go, one tea for the drinking of,” announced Si returning.
“Did you bring me a drink, Daddy?”
“Yes, there, that surprised you, didn’t it?” he threw back at Trish. I don’t know if she was surprised, but I was. I sat up and took the tea and sipped it.
“Hmm, you make a nice cuppa, darling.”
“Oh good, I’m glad I can do something right.”
“You do lots of things right, Daddy,” suggested his fan club. I do all the work he gets all the credit–oh well, the lot of a female is a heavy one–and I chose it. Perhaps I am crazy after all?
Comments
Thank you Angharad,
"Perhaps I am crazy after all" -----aren't we all,darling?
Especially with a full moon :)
ALISON
Men get the glory
while women do the work.
'Twas ever thus.
"I am woman, hear me roar."
S.
Interesting aftermath
Clearly justice has been served in this case. I am surprised Kite was not already judged and sent away before this incident. Current 'understanding' is that ghosts (or poltergeist) linger because they could not move on as they still had earthly ties that lock them here. Kite apparently did not pass over until he was pushed, or was he obliterated? I suspect the former. Well, in any case, I doubt he will be back and how he was dealt with was tacitly approved by the provider of said blue light as she has no access unless it is so willed by the Power That Be.
At least she got to deal the final blow up close and personal *insert evil laugh here*
Kim
Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1689
Did Kite dabble in the occult?
May Your Light Forever Shine
KUDO, COMMENT, AND VOTE
I left another kudo, for another excellent bikasode.
As for a comment, this bikasode is leading up to something. And I thought the blue light was taken away by Lillith, and not by the real Shekenah. Can someone clarify this? Anyway, I am suspicious of what Kite may try. Hope we was indeed finally pushed out of this word.
And here is my vote for a wonderful story to continue! +VOTE+
Don't let someone else talk you out of your dreams. How can we have dreams come true, if we have no dreams?
Katrina Gayle "Stormy" Storm
Crazy?
I assure you, I'm quite sane... At least my therapist says so. Of course, this may not last long given insurance and employer benefits mixup and refusal to say what's wrong, but it's being sorted... ARGH.
But, the skunk... You do NOT want to be on the receiving end of a woods pussy! No way, no how! When one lets loose - you can smell it for a LEAST a half mile! Ewwww. And, for some strange reason otherwise reasonably sensible dogs want to go "play" with the woods pussy... Who is never the least bit interested. All I can say is I'm soooo glad we never let ours out when there was a skunk in the neighborhood. (Perhaps further evidence, some would say, of the inherently superior intelligence of the cat. I never heard of a Cat getting "skunked"... Despite their obvious curiosity.)
Thank you,
Annette
Crazy?
Crazy?
Yeah, well I'll go with crazy, aren't we all?
Ghouls and ghosties? We-ell perhaps a maybbe, though I tend to think not. Perhaps that's cos I lead a borin' life and I never seem to remember my dreams. (That's if I ever have any and the know-alls tell me I do.)
Good chapter Ang, and I'm still lovin' it.
OXOXOX.
Bev.
Good to see
that even in death Kite still cannot win when he comes up against Cathy, Hopefully thats the last we will see of him but you would have to admit that he does seem resourceful, Even as a spirit....
Kirri
I wonder
if even in death Kite ever figured out what / who he was dealing with. I suspect not.