A-Z: Gardengoyles at Gertrude's Garden

A-Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

 

 

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner.  I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.

I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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G is for Guess who's being featured over at Michael DiGesu's blog as well as C.M. Brown's blog today? That's right - me! Hope you can stop by. 

 

Now let’s see, what should we talk about for the letter G? I'll just riffle through my files real quick... Lord Greyheart, Ghost Lights, Ghost Whisperer, Ghost Hunting, Graveyard, Gardengoyles...

Gardengoyles!

G is for the Gardengoyles in Gertrude's Garden.

I just have to tell you about the Gardengoyles at Gertrude's Garden! Gertrude's Garden is sort of a neutral nightclub and gathering spot for paranormals that sits right behind the cemetery in Sabrina Shores. Weird, right? Trust me, you don't know the half of it. Anyway, Badger, Simon and I ended up there while investigating missing paranormals.

 

You know I’m used to seeing ghosts - I know they exist because I’ve always experienced them for as long as I can remember. Yeah, it’s weird to some people, but like I said, I’m used to seeing ghosts.

But what I’m about to reveal really Blew. Me. Away! Gardengoyles. They exist. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes…

 

The figures stopped just out of the shadows, fully visible under the moon glow.

I gasped.

“W-w-what are they?” Simon croaked.

“I dunno,” said Badger, staring up at the creatures. He grasped my shoulder, painfully, and pulled me behind him, all the while inching backwards.

I peered around him to get a better look. “I do. I know what they are. But—they don’t exist.”

“Uh, would you care to enlighten us about the non-existent creatures who may or may not be standing before us?” said Badger, a note of exasperation creeping into his voice.

I grasped Badger’s jacket tightly between my fingers, as if the tighter I hung on, the safer I’d be. “Th-th-they’re gargoyles.”

“Are they dangerous?” asked Badger.

“Dangerous? Look at them!” exclaimed Simon, on the point of hysteria. “Talons and tails can’t be a good thing. Just sayin’. And are those… horns?”

“And wings,” I added, as the purplish-grey dude leapt forward and extended a twenty foot wingspan. I’m not gonna lie, I hid my face in Badger’s jacket and waited for the blow. But…

“Name please?”

Simon’s mouth fell open.

“W-what?” I squeaked.

“Name please – this is Saturday, you require a reservation if you’d like to enter.” The gargoyle’s deep voice matched his size.

I gulped. “I…I…I’m…”  Forming words escaped me. I felt like an under-aged youth trying to sneak into a nightclub.

He came closer and peered down at me, squinting his purple glowing eyes. “Why, you’re her, aren’t you? The girl on the missing paranormal panel.” He turned back to his friend. “Hey Gertie, we got live ones here. It’s the girl on the committee and two blokes.”

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