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…
N is for Necromancy.
I just want to be clear: what I do is NOT necromancy. Necromancy is the practice of summoning the dead in order to tell the future. I’ll go on record right now to say I think that it is just plain creepy. People who practice it go through a number of rituals, including blood sacrifices and other weird stuff like re-opening a grave.
Anyone who knows me, knows I practically faint at the sight of blood. And besides—I don’t summon spirits. They come to me. Like Bart Bagley. He wanted something from me: to solve the mystery of his murder. And besides that, he was no help to me at all. He didn’t remember anything at all about his death or what he’d been doing that day. He didn’t even acknowledge me half the time, just sat on the end barstool at the Blind Badger reading his newspaper day after day.
Anyway, I can prove in black and white that I wasn’t the one summoning the dead, that he did, in fact, pursue me. Ladies and gentle of the jury, I present piece of evidence #1:
“Bad dream?” asked the translucent figure seated at the oak table. A folded newspaper lie on the table, see-through like the man.
I didn’t want to speak to him. I agreed to help Simon in solving the murder of Bart Bagley, but I didn’t agree to speak with the dead victim, not if I could help it.
What could I do? I pretended I didn’t hear and began gathering my things to make a hasty escape, er, exit. A knitted cap and only one glove. Crap. Draping my colorful scarf around my now-stiff neck, I was shaken at the vivid dream, especially with that darn shadow showing up.
“So, you’re her,” said the spirit of Bart Bagley, “the girl who can talk to spirits.”
I ignored him, adjusted the cap on my head and tucked loose strands of dark unruly hair under the rim. Dropping to my knees, I searched under the bench for the elusive glove. There, inconveniently in the furthest corner, it sat. I wondered how in the heck it ever got way back there.
“We’ve met before, you know,” he said. “Your dad and I were mates – grew up together right here in Sabrina Shores.”
Nope. Not gonna look. Not even gonna listen. I started to hum something nonsensical. La lala, hmhmhm, oh yeah.
“Your dad was so proud of you, bragged something awful, he did.” He was trying to get a reaction out of me. That is so not fair, playing the dad card like that. Tears sprang to my eyes.
“I can’t help you,” I choked, reaching for the glove. “You need to cross over – look for a bright light and walk into it – that’s the way to heaven....or Nirvana, or Utopia, or whatever you want to call it.”
I rest my case. He came to me!
Ever had the dad or mom card played on you?
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