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#OctoberFrights – The Pluff Mud Seance Part VI (The Finale)

Welcome to the 2017 #OctoberFrights blog tour. There’s a lot of great contributions this year, and a massive multi-author Rafflecopter Giveaway!

Welcome to the sixth and final installment of The Pluff Mud Seance. If you missed any of them to date, here’s Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this little tale as much as I did bringing it to you!

Thad turned down the flame coming from a glass oil hurricane lamp, poking his head around the side. “And welcome back to our live Halloween special.” Thad sat down at the table on the wooden dock. The still air didn’t even bother the candles glowing on the table, or the ones carefully placed atop each wooden piling. Gentle waves licked the floating dock, not enough to rock anything, but giving a serene but eerie soundtrack to the night.
“So far tonight, we have seen and heard a few interesting things, but it’s been pretty quiet overall. “ The camera panned back to reveal those gathered around. “You met her earlier, but with me now is Miss Amber Simpson, and her partner in both the business and mediumship, Derek Greene. And in a rare event indeed, my producer Tiffany is rounding out our participants for the highly anticipated séance.”
Amber tugged her corset down to be able to breathe. She’d been in it for much longer than usual, and was ready for the evening to be over. “Happy to hear you’ve had a good evening around our little homestead.”
“Is there anything you would like to prepare us –“ Thad leaned into the camera, “and our audience at home to know about what’s about to happen. Who might we talk to tonight?”
“We have a couple of resident spirits, which if we’re lucky may stop by and say hello.” Amber glanced in the direction where she could feel the spirits waiting. “Lula Rose and Viola Todde who lived and died on the property. Beyond that, who knows? Is there anyone either of you might ask to come through?”
“It’s interesting you ask that.” Thad moved to take in some of the flickering light of the candles. “In doing research for the trip, I knew of course I had family from the area, but I found out I actually have a connection to the property. Earlier tonight, we explored a few of the odd happenings over the years, including the accident that claimed six people, and none of those bodies were recovered. One of them was a man by the name of Clarence Henry Wilkins. It turns out, he was my great, great, great, great uncle on my mother’s side of the family. And I’m to understand he disappeared with Constance Todde.”
“Constance. She has upon occasion made her presence known.” An ulcer endeavored to will itself to form in Amber’s stomach, and she tried to discretely rub away the twitch in her nose. “Thank you for sharing your family history. We’ve never had any of the young men lost that day come to visit, but we could surely offer an invitation.”
“Let’s do that when our last participant arrives. I met one of your performers earlier, the one who does Constance for you.” The cameraman zoomed in on Thad’s wry grin, and swung to Amber.
Amber’s mouth hung open wide enough to trap a bat.
“Problem, Miss Simpson?”
“No problem, Mister Taylor.” Amber locked eyes with the host. “At least not for me. I don’t have any performers, or actors, or cast. Other than Derek and myself, we have a few grounds people.”
“We can clear this up right now.” He pointed to the end of the dock. “Here she comes now.”
The cameraman swung around. “What are you talking about Thad? I don’t see anyone.”
Amber reached out for Thad’s arm, “You can see her?”
“So you’re related to dear Clarence.” Constance stalked forward. “Cousin Viola will be happy to hear that.”
“She’s right there.” Thad threw his hands out, almost brushing her. “Right in front of me.”
Tiffany stood up, “Are you high? Did you take something?”
Amber rose, edging her way around the dock, trying to get between Thad and the spirit. “Constance, what are you doing?”
“I slipped the oleander into your tea Viola, and Lula Rose’s for good measure so you wouldn’t want to go out on the boat.” Constance loosed the top button of her gown. “I slipped a few morning glory seeds into the pitcher of tea we took out on the water, you’d be surprised how attentive those boys were after that. All but Clarence.”
Entranced, Thad bit his lip.
Constance ran her icy finger down his face, wrapping her hand around his throat. “He denied me, whether it was the competition, or he really was that tied to courting you, he insisted we turn back.”
Excitement froze in Thad’s throat, his eyes going from slits to saucers in an instant as she swept him up and out of his chair with no more effort than plucking a flower. He managed to get out a small squeak as she continued her slow trek to the end of the pier.
Tiffany let out a gasp, “Tell me you’re getting this.”
Amber fingered the protective gemstone around her neck, “Release him, Constance.”
The specter’s had turned unnaturally to face her. “The tide ran out. Stranded us on the pluff mud. The sweltering heat got to us, and all the tea was gone. Clarence insisted he could lead us to dry land.”
Viola and Lula Rose swept in over the water.
“Free him, cousin.” Viola plead, “He’s done you no ill will.”
“We made it as far as the point down there.” She used her free hand to motion towards a large cluster of spartina. “That’s where the fool got stuck. The tide was coming in with a vengeance.”
“This is your last warning Constance.” Amber swallowed, hoping her plan would work. “Please put him down.”
“Got pulled into one of the deep patches. We tried to free Clarence, and instead, we all were pulled into that welcoming blanket of mud.” Constance flicker her wrist, sending Thad flying into the night and through the open arms and body of Viola, landing in an ungainly splash. “He’s free.”
“Don’t move,” Derek screamed. “Float on your back.”
Amber shook from head to toe, “Constance Todde, I hearby bind you to your bones until such time as they dissolve to dust or you’re ready to walk into the light.”
Constance’s spectral form jerked high into the air like shot from a catapult, shrieking a banshee’s curse until she disappeared into the night.
“I’m stuck.” Thad waved his arms frantically. “Help me.”
“Derek, get the skiff.” Amber grabbed the boat pole and ran to the end of the dock. Even as far as she could stretch, the feet between them may as well be miles. “Viola… Lula Rose… anything you can do?”
The specters reached down, pouring the little material power they help into trying to calm the man, his thrashing sending him deeper into the rich brown muck.
Derek paddled the flat bottom boat from the shore, stopping at the pier. Amber stepped into the aluminum boat, using the pole to pull them faster through the shallow waters.
Thad had sunk to his chest, Lula Rose and Viola failing to calm him.
Amber stuck the pole into the water in front of Thad, finding some purchase in the murky depth. “Grab hold and pull yourself up.”
He grabbed the pole with one hand, and the side of the wooden boat with the other, Amber trying to pull him in by his shirt with one hand, and keep them all balanced using the pole with the other. He worked himself loose against the vacuum of the mud below.
Halfway into the boat, he cut loose with a shrill cry, “Something’s got me. My leg.”
Amber reached under the water, finding his belt and dragging them both backwards into the boat. “Paddle Derek.”
A coffee colored skeletal hand, only visible by the bright lights the cameraman turned on and shone down upon them, held Thad’s leg in a death grip. Another hand, missing two fingers, grabbed the edge of the boat. A skull rose up, a few strands of hair still clinging on.
Amber kicked the skull, spinning the jaw back into the water.
“Dear Amber,” Constance’s form a thin sheen over the bones. “Is this what you had in mind?”
Viola swatted a hand at the skeleton, passing through bone and specter without effect. “Constance, this is not proper behavior for a lady of your stature.”
Thad whimpered, kicking his leg and trying to get free.
“And how should a second class haint behave cousin?” Constance pulled herself higher out of the water, rolling into the boat. “My father’s property is long turned underneath these monstrosities around us. I’ve had to spend my days with these rotting bones while you continue to relax in the family home.”
The boat bumped up against the dock. Amber pulled Thad onto the worn planks, nearly pushing a cameraman into the water.
Constance placed one foot on the dock to follow, “Derek, I see you thinking about paddling away. For your sake, I hope you reconsider.”
“Constance,” Amber shattered the hurricane lamp across the specter’s skull in a whoosh of flame. “It’s time for you to see the light.”

~

“It’s time.” Derek shouted from the office. “We get to see how they spun the evening.”
Amber put a plate of snacks on his desk and rolled her chair beside him, the laptop already streaming the feed from the ‘Haunted or Haint It? website.
“Good evening to all our loyal fans.” Tiffany sat in Thad’s leather chair, surrounded by memorabilia. “And welcome to the ‘Haunted or Haint It? recap from our live Halloween episode. As you can see, I’m in the driver’s seat. Have no fear, Thad will be back next week, he’s just on assignment.”
Derek chided, “Is that what the kids call it these days?”
“For all of you that tuned in on Halloween night, or have caught the replays, it was quite an experience. I want to say we’re still working through all the evidence, but spoiler alert, we’re giving Sand Crane Hall a solid seven out of ten that some degree of unknown, possibly-“
“Turn it off.” Amber closed the laptop. “What would it have taken for them to admit there was real proof of something besides this life?”
Lula Rose clasped her hands in front of her. She and Viola had taken their own advice, and now cast the visage of themselves from their early twenties. “That was kind of them to not totally… what’s the word…”
“Shaft us, Lula Rose. The words you’re looking for are screwing us over.” Amber reached for her vibrating mobile. “Hello?”
“Miss Simpson. Amber.” She knew the voice in an instant. “This is Tiffany-“
“Seven out of ten?” Amber fired back, “Really?”
The line was silent for several seconds. “Look, the network execs were pretty freaked out by what happened. It was a compromise. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Besides, business has quadrupled during the day, and nighttime events are booked solid for the next six months out.” Amber chuckled, “How’s your boss?”
“They’ve completed all the tests, and found no drugs in his system. A miracle in and of itself. The psych ward should be cutting him loose in a day or two.” Tiffany took a deep breath, “The bones, Constance, you said you’re going to bury them in the family plot?”
“As soon as the police are done with them.”
“I’d like to come for the ceremony.” Tiffany coughed, “If that’s okay. No cameras, just to pay our respects.”
“That should be fine.” Amber looked at the spirit standing in the corner. “Constance seems fine with it. You can even bring a camera or two, if you like.”
“She’s there?”
“Yeah.” Amber nodded to the spirit. “She’s a whole lot nicer now that she’s seen the light.”

 

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A Longbow Initiative Story

 

New stuff! New Projects!

Hello all,

I’ve had a busy month, and realized how long it had been since I got out here with an update. Several new projects are in flight, and should be ready to announce them shortly.

I have a new short story from the Longbow Initiative, and it’s a #Halloween story! I’m shooting to have it up on Amazon by the 18th, assuming #Eris stops giving me little challenges.Featured image

I had a great event at the Charleston Scottish Highland Games in September, signed a few books, and had some heavy objects thrown!

I’ve also gotten some more new artwork coming, the first of which is the Longbow Initiative emblem which will be rolled out in Spirits of the Season, and also will be in the next newsletter. It’s coming, really.

For those out there who are also of a creative bent, I’m working on a book project with a working title of The Business of Creativity. I have a lot of friends and contacts who endeavor in all sorts of creative enterprises, from hobbyists to people who pursue their creative arts for a living.

As of late, several of these friends seem to be going through a couple of similar challenges, and they all revolve around the business side of their creative arts, including two artists and an author. I’ve had this project bubbling for years, and it seems like the time to tackle it, among everything else I’ve got working. But a couple of primers.

#1 – The starving artist – making a living from your art is a lot of hard work, and usually is much harder than the creative process. It’s also OK to make a living from your art. I’ve had a few people tell me over the years that if you make too much from your art, you’re selling out, and you lose that creative spirit.

Well, you’re right. It’s much better for others to profit from your work and creative efforts while you struggle to get the materials for your art, invest the time, bring it to market, and make just enough profit for a case of Ramen Noodles. Get over it. If you can make a good living from your art, then the universe is rewarding you for your efforts! And if it’s just a side hobby and it pays your bar tab, that’s great too! It’s okay to profit from creativity!

#2 – Now that you’re over #1, and the Ramen Noodles aren’t cutting it, how do you turn an art into a business? Unless you are very lucky, it’s about time, patience, and discipline. Hugh Howey graciously held a lunch meet and greet at Dragon Con this year. I had read Wool when it was just starting to pick up speed, and I think this interview is a great resource. He credits luck and timing for being ‘discovered,’ and then navigating the trials of success.

http://www.writersdigest.com/online-editor/how-hugh-howey-turned-his-self-published-story-wool-into-a-success-a-book-deal

#3 – And I’ll be writing more about this, but your art is about you. Marketing people would call it ‘building your brand.’ No matter your art, you need to find the people who connect with you and your work. And a big part of that is that people want to know and understand you. Don’t be needy. Don’t be whiny. But be you.

As I start outlining the book, I’ll post more of it here, and if you think you have a story you want to share, let me know!

PS – to all of the rest of you who aren’t using some talent to be creative – quit watching reality TV and give whatever it is you always really wanted to do a try.