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…
L is for Lucifer's Cage.
Lucifer’s Cage is one of the scarier things I’ve come across. Not personally you understand, I mean I haven’t seen the cage firsthand or anything like that. But I have met one of Lucifer’s minions. In fact, it’s after me. The Soul Collector, I mean. Something about my special brand of energy as a ghost-whispering, psychometry-reading psychic draws it to me like a bee to honey. It is the scariest stalker ever.
And so Lucifer’s Cage is just that. A cage to contain the devil. Only it’s more elaborate than it sounds. It’s sort of limitless in space and has doorways, built by Lucifer himself, to other dimensions of his own making. It’s rather complicated. All I know is that we don’t ever want him to escape because evil such as we’ve never known will be released upon the unsuspecting world.
And so I'll leave you with this scene where the Soul Collector chased me down a ginnel (alley)::::
Not good – this is not good, I muttered under my breath. I had decided on an early morning jog to burn off some of those extra holiday calories. Halfway through the narrow, cobble-stoned ginnel, I hit a cold spot. Hair rose on the nape of my neck, an all too familiar tingling crept up my spine. I chanced a quick glance over my shoulder.
It was there. As I knew it would be.
A dark, indistinct outline rose out of the mist from where I had just come, casting it’s long shadow onto the uneven cobblestones, filling the cracks and crevices in a fluid motion.
I shivered, even through my sweat, warm breath puffing clouds of steam about my head.
I had seen the dark entity a few times before. Always a bad omen. Always heralding death, a trumpeter announcing its own horrid arrival.
I stifled a sob. Why now? What the hell more could possibly happen?
I didn’t know what would happen if it ever caught up to me - didn’t want to know. I ran faster. The pounding of my trainers echoed around me, matching the pounding in my head, reverberating off the stone walls in the enclosed space.
Fog rolled in from both ends of the passageway, enshrouding me with swirling gray clouds. A freak snow began to fall, white specks on blue-black hair. Trapped inside a sepia-toned snow globe.
Heart pounding and breath coming hard and fast, I glanced back once more. The evil harbinger still came.
I burst into the market square, the complete weather change a warm, welcome...brief relief.
And of course this is where I infamously barreled over Badger, right after I burst into the market square. *sigh*
I hope you've never met Lucifer, but have you ever met one of his minions?
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