bloodcreature
06-27-2006, 11:51 AM
This is part one to a short story that is 2,000 words long. I will post the next half if it is requested.
Orange Light Haunting
There they are again, thought Danny as he saw the mysterious orange lights in the field. It seemed the lights appeared every night he drove to town, which was often considering his wife Marie’s cigarettes habit.
The highway, Danny drove, cut through the fields of soybeans. Locals called the fields “The Bottoms” and are one of many fields that make up the massive floodplains of the Ohio and Scioto River.
The smaller Scioto River snakes through the fields then flows into the much larger Ohio River; Danny noticed the lights always appear at the confluence of the two rivers.
The shape and orientation of the orange lights seemed odd to Danny. Usually, lights where round, but these two where rectangular, and they hovered a few feet off the ground. They looked ethereal floating together in the dark and quite field.
He had become obsessed with the origin of the orange rectangles. They shouldn’t be there and he wanted to know how and why they where there. In the past, he never saw lights in the bottoms save for a camping fire. So, he knew it was something he would (must) investigate.
Early the next morning Danny decided it was time to explore the area where they appeared. So, he parked his truck along the highway. He walked towards where he thought the lights occurred. Danny assumed he might find a camp and was cautious because it was private land.
Danny stood by the mouth of the tributary and realized he was standing close to where the lights shone. To his disappointment there was nothing but a plowed field with partial cornhusk on the ground and huge trees lining the banks of the tributary and main river.
Suddenly he noticed something on the ground, he bent to get a closer look. It was an old clay bottle and Danny picked it up. The brown bottle felt thick and heavy in his hand and he could see some writing as he wiped away dirt.
Alexandria, O. was carved in its surface. Danny had never heard of Alexandria, Ohio and decided to research the bottle and the town, besides there was nothing to make the lights so he walked back to his truck.
When he got home he looked the bottle up on the Internet. He learned the bottle was from the early 1800’s. He hoped the old bottle was worth some money. Then he typed in Alexandria, Ohio in the search field.
He learned that there used to be a town named Alexandria, Ohio during the early 1800’s. The town, made up of cabins and old stone houses, continued to flood yearly so most of its citizens move to Portsmouth, Ohio. Portsmouth sat on higher ground.
Danny became surprised to discover the old town of Alexandria sat on the site where he had stood earlier today.
“Danny, what are you doing with that dirty bottle?” Asked his wife Maria in a grouchy tone interrupting his train of thought.
Danny almost jumped out of his seat startled from the sudden voice of his wife Marie.
“Why did you jump? Your not on those filthy porno sites again are you?”
“No! It’s just looking up an old bottle I found.” He replied irritated.
Danny thought how fat ass his wife had become but too big of a coward to tell her himself. He remembered secretly subscribing her to a Weight-Watchers magazine and he laughed when she puzzled over getting the first magazine.
“Well… I don’t like dirty things in the house. You’re going to get the computer desk dirty.” Maria said with a disgusting snarl on her plump face.
“I was just looking it up on the Internet. I will put it out in the shed in a minute.”
“If you don’t I will.” Maria said.
“I will do it… don’t you worry.” Danny said.
He hated when his wife bossed him around and he wished he had the balls to tell her off. But in the present he had other things on his mind.
“So… where did you find that filthy bottle, Danny?” He knew Maria only saw dirt and didn’t care about the bottle or if it meant something.
“Um… you know… in the bottoms.” He said.
Danny cringed knowing there would be an outburst.
“Where…?” Maria said.
She placed her thick hands on her heavy hips.
“You mean the bottoms where you see the lights? How many times did I tell you to forget about them lights? People will think your crazy and you can’t go snooping around on private property. What am I going to do with you and those stupid lights?”
Marie threw her hands in the air from frustration; it made Danny feel stupid for looking for the lights. But what did Marie know? She never saw them. He thought.
“Uh… I know… but…” Maria didn’t let him finish his stammering.
“Just get that ugly, dirty bottle out of the house and stop snooping around the bottoms. Lord knows you’ve gone plum crazy over them lights!” She yelled.
“Alright, alright! Damn…” Danny said.
Crazy or not Dean was sticking to his plan. He would find out what the lights where and would show Maria he wasn’t crazy. He should have never told her about them. He would prove they existed and she would apologize for calling him crazy.
“I have to go to the bathroom and then I will put it in the shed.” Dean said. “You know there is some interesting history about this bottle.”
He told her as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
“I don’t really care. It just a dirty bottle to me.” She replied but Danny didn’t hear her from behind the door. Then she looked at the bottle. “I will show him… in the trash with ya’.” She said to the bottle as she picked it up.
The bottle began to shake in her hand on its own. Then the thick clay bottle exploded into a thousand pieces in her hand. The shards penetrated her clothing and into the thick flesh of her arms, hands, breast and face. One of the pieces pierced her right eye and she screamed.
“Ooouuucchh! Oh my God, my eye!” Maria screamed.
“Damn! I can’t have any privacy!” He said as he pulled up his pant and ran into the living room.
He saw his wife holding her eye and he could see her body peppered with blood spots and pieces of the bottle where everywhere.
Orange Light Haunting
There they are again, thought Danny as he saw the mysterious orange lights in the field. It seemed the lights appeared every night he drove to town, which was often considering his wife Marie’s cigarettes habit.
The highway, Danny drove, cut through the fields of soybeans. Locals called the fields “The Bottoms” and are one of many fields that make up the massive floodplains of the Ohio and Scioto River.
The smaller Scioto River snakes through the fields then flows into the much larger Ohio River; Danny noticed the lights always appear at the confluence of the two rivers.
The shape and orientation of the orange lights seemed odd to Danny. Usually, lights where round, but these two where rectangular, and they hovered a few feet off the ground. They looked ethereal floating together in the dark and quite field.
He had become obsessed with the origin of the orange rectangles. They shouldn’t be there and he wanted to know how and why they where there. In the past, he never saw lights in the bottoms save for a camping fire. So, he knew it was something he would (must) investigate.
Early the next morning Danny decided it was time to explore the area where they appeared. So, he parked his truck along the highway. He walked towards where he thought the lights occurred. Danny assumed he might find a camp and was cautious because it was private land.
Danny stood by the mouth of the tributary and realized he was standing close to where the lights shone. To his disappointment there was nothing but a plowed field with partial cornhusk on the ground and huge trees lining the banks of the tributary and main river.
Suddenly he noticed something on the ground, he bent to get a closer look. It was an old clay bottle and Danny picked it up. The brown bottle felt thick and heavy in his hand and he could see some writing as he wiped away dirt.
Alexandria, O. was carved in its surface. Danny had never heard of Alexandria, Ohio and decided to research the bottle and the town, besides there was nothing to make the lights so he walked back to his truck.
When he got home he looked the bottle up on the Internet. He learned the bottle was from the early 1800’s. He hoped the old bottle was worth some money. Then he typed in Alexandria, Ohio in the search field.
He learned that there used to be a town named Alexandria, Ohio during the early 1800’s. The town, made up of cabins and old stone houses, continued to flood yearly so most of its citizens move to Portsmouth, Ohio. Portsmouth sat on higher ground.
Danny became surprised to discover the old town of Alexandria sat on the site where he had stood earlier today.
“Danny, what are you doing with that dirty bottle?” Asked his wife Maria in a grouchy tone interrupting his train of thought.
Danny almost jumped out of his seat startled from the sudden voice of his wife Marie.
“Why did you jump? Your not on those filthy porno sites again are you?”
“No! It’s just looking up an old bottle I found.” He replied irritated.
Danny thought how fat ass his wife had become but too big of a coward to tell her himself. He remembered secretly subscribing her to a Weight-Watchers magazine and he laughed when she puzzled over getting the first magazine.
“Well… I don’t like dirty things in the house. You’re going to get the computer desk dirty.” Maria said with a disgusting snarl on her plump face.
“I was just looking it up on the Internet. I will put it out in the shed in a minute.”
“If you don’t I will.” Maria said.
“I will do it… don’t you worry.” Danny said.
He hated when his wife bossed him around and he wished he had the balls to tell her off. But in the present he had other things on his mind.
“So… where did you find that filthy bottle, Danny?” He knew Maria only saw dirt and didn’t care about the bottle or if it meant something.
“Um… you know… in the bottoms.” He said.
Danny cringed knowing there would be an outburst.
“Where…?” Maria said.
She placed her thick hands on her heavy hips.
“You mean the bottoms where you see the lights? How many times did I tell you to forget about them lights? People will think your crazy and you can’t go snooping around on private property. What am I going to do with you and those stupid lights?”
Marie threw her hands in the air from frustration; it made Danny feel stupid for looking for the lights. But what did Marie know? She never saw them. He thought.
“Uh… I know… but…” Maria didn’t let him finish his stammering.
“Just get that ugly, dirty bottle out of the house and stop snooping around the bottoms. Lord knows you’ve gone plum crazy over them lights!” She yelled.
“Alright, alright! Damn…” Danny said.
Crazy or not Dean was sticking to his plan. He would find out what the lights where and would show Maria he wasn’t crazy. He should have never told her about them. He would prove they existed and she would apologize for calling him crazy.
“I have to go to the bathroom and then I will put it in the shed.” Dean said. “You know there is some interesting history about this bottle.”
He told her as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
“I don’t really care. It just a dirty bottle to me.” She replied but Danny didn’t hear her from behind the door. Then she looked at the bottle. “I will show him… in the trash with ya’.” She said to the bottle as she picked it up.
The bottle began to shake in her hand on its own. Then the thick clay bottle exploded into a thousand pieces in her hand. The shards penetrated her clothing and into the thick flesh of her arms, hands, breast and face. One of the pieces pierced her right eye and she screamed.
“Ooouuucchh! Oh my God, my eye!” Maria screamed.
“Damn! I can’t have any privacy!” He said as he pulled up his pant and ran into the living room.
He saw his wife holding her eye and he could see her body peppered with blood spots and pieces of the bottle where everywhere.