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…
Y is for Yggdrasil packs a punch.
The Yggdrasil is a type of sacred ash tree. Also called the world tree, it is said to unite Heaven, Earth and the Underworld by its roots and branches. The real Yggadrasil tree is located at the center of the universe and is considered the tree of knowledge.
I suspect this to be the main ingredient in the punch at Gertrude’s Garden. My theory is that’s why all the dimensions can congregate and coexist there, the living and dead alike. Even non-seers like Simon and Badger. I also think that’s why the punch affected me so much more than the others—because I am already able to see the otherworldlies. Adding the punch sort of put me on overload.
Here’s what happened. Do you remember when we were on ‘G’ for Gertrude’s Garden? Or was it ‘I’ for inter-dimensional travel? Anyway, while I was there, I drank the punch. Paranormal Punch. And lord almighty, what a mistake. Here’s what happened when we were inside Gertie’s seated at a table and discussing the missing paranormals case:
“Th-they want to know, bwahaha,” snorted Franklin, “why Gertie’s is called the ‘garden.’”
The table erupted into a roar, but eventually Franny controlled herself. “It’s a joke, dear.” Snort-sniggle-cough. “It’s called the ‘garden’ because it’s attached to the cemetery. It’s the one thing all paranormals have in common. We’re ‘planted’ there until we emerge in the afterlife. Get it? Planted instead of buried? That’s why it’s called the garden.”
Everyone began laughing again.
“Um, yeah. I get it.” I guess when faced with the strangeness of afterlife, a morbid sense of humor is a must.
“Nice they can laugh at their own demise,” said Badger out the side of his mouth.
“No doubt,” added Simon, a plastic smile pasted on his face. He reached for his glass and took a sip of the red drink. “Mmmm, this is bloody tasty. What’s it called, then?”
“Just your garden variety punch, dear,” said Franny, tittering at her joke.
Realizing how thirsty I was, I took a sip. “Oh, this is good.” I chugged half of it in one gulp. Suddenly the room began to sway and faces blurred. I shook my head, blinked my eyes. When my chair began to spin, I clamped my hands to the seat to keep from falling off. The last thing I remembered was wishing I had a seat belt.
And I’ll bet you already guessed that I had to be carried home, dead to the world so to speak.
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