The Grey Files: Grey Haunting

By Ash Nom DePlume

The stolen private journal of Ian James Salvador Grey Dragonovich. Using the given name of James, who after crashing in an C-130 United States Air Force plane into the ocean shows up 30 years later not having aged, and having any memory of the missing time. Now he works for Bizarre Strange & Magical magazine that is really a government front to discredit UFO, and para-normal phenomenon. James is learning he is no longer a normal human. He is now the subject of a religious hunt as they think him a demon or servant of the devil.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Ash Nom DePlume
• Release date: Jan 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370047864

Ash Nom DePlume

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The Grey Files

Grey Haunting

Journal #2.

Copyright January 2001 Ash Nom DePlume

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Dear Journal: I woke up in my apartment, and felt awful.

Dear Journal: There is no such thing a free meal.

Dear Journal: I have been set up, again.

Dear Journal: Sergeant Jeffery Hicks wrote.

Dear Journal: Went to Zion again.

Dear Journal: Got back to Vegas.

Dear Journal: I got be grilled in public.

Dear Journal: Back to St. George.

Dear Journal: We reviewed a little more history.

Dear Journal: I am beginning to know how Martin Luther felt....

Dear Journal: Arrived in Salt Lake City.

Dear Journal: I feel that Heretic is going to be added to my resume soon.

Dear Journal: I really stepped into it.

Dear Journal: Roberta arrived to save what was left of my reality.

Dear Journal: There are times if I wonder if I am too dumb to go on living.

Dear Journal: You, I and Hal are going into the Meeting Hall.

Dear Journal: I made a banned book list.

Dear Journal: Made it to New York for the Cable show.

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Prologue

This is the borrowed, purloined, leaked, or do I dare say the honest phrase, stolen private Journal of Ian James Salvador Grey Dragonovich. For those who have read his other Journals he is special person and if you look around the same source you obtained this Private Journal you should be able to obtain his other journals. James as he goes by has a 30-year gap in his life with no apparent aging or memory during this time is a bit paranoid about losing more time, he is a prolific journal writer. In this journal, he now is hunted or haunted by religious nuts from both ends of the spectrum and the governments, all looking for something from him. Luckily for me and you the reader of this and the other series I have purloined, that I am able to beat the security of this online storage service, enjoy. A special thanks to whomever transcribed the handwritten version into the electronic version that I am able to provide to you. This is his first journal, and I am guessing about 1995 to 1996 is the year. Others journals are newer, with Angry Brothers, being about January 2017. The dates were either not included or stripped out by Department 1793.

It's all good as long as I don't get caught, so enjoy your voyeuristic view into his life. I do hope that the warnings of Dept 1793 are more bark than bite.

Sincerely yours,

Your Secret Hacker

Dear Journal: I woke up in my apartment, and felt awful.

I should bring you up to date. You are the second installment in my journals. My name is Ian James Salvador Grey Dragonovich, James Grey for short. I ran out of pages in the last Journal, so now I continue with you. First why do I write my life into your pages? The answer is rather simple; I need to assure myself that I will not suffer another gap in my memory. I crashed in the ocean off the coast of Vietnam in September of 1965. I find myself over 30 years later, not having any memory of the time that passed.

A magazine called Bizarre Strange & Magical that is really a government front to discredit UFO, and para-normal phenomenon currently employs me. John Grey an ancestral relation that makes him loosely an Uncle, is in charge of the operation. The two of us are the only ones who know the entire story. BS&M tells its stories in such a way that all credibility is removed from the subject matter.

Uncle John has lived since the time of the 5th crusades, which makes him over 700 years old. Members of our family have an unusual genetic trait, that some family members when under prolonged stress develop Herculean abilities. We enjoy having a life span that is 10 times normal length, with abilities in strength, speed, and injury recovery equally accelerated. Pheromones are also increased, which can be very entertaining, as is appetite. I eat about 3 times normal amounts of food, which makes me a walking ecological hazard. Too many of our family members with fully active abilities, and a plague of locus would look like a good time. Naturally we seem to find ourselves facing superior problems than normal people.

We are playing the game for who decides the fate of the human race; them, or us humans. The biggest problem is we don’t know the rules, who or how many players are playing.

In my life at this time is:

John as previously mentioned,

Raven business manager for BS&M, card carrying witch, and John’s consort,

Roberta sales manager for BS&M, and if Indiana had royalty would be the Queen,

Uncle Sal, Frank, Lorraine, and Mary (who I haven’t seen since she was 2 years old), which is all that remains of my family (not actually blood relatives) in Las Vegas,

Natalie, a.k.a. NostraDames, who is our chief Hacker of the Mental-Net. She is of special concern, for both her abilities, and my growing feelings for her,

Al, who is in Florida dying of colon cancer

Charlie Elk, who was involved in getting Natalie and myself out of tight spot, he is good for a favor if I need him,

Gary Richards who is a serial killer, laying crippled and unable to speak in a hospital in Chicago,

Roger St. John who is the mastermind behind the serial killings in the name of religion, and who last time I saw him was in BS&M offices as an explosion launched me out the 9th story window.

If I do not remember all of this, then I need to find my first Journal and catch up. But moving right along. So, I am laying in bed like the dead, when I start to come around. It is hard to describe the feelings in my body. The accelerated healing rate makes a lot of things interesting. First pain is not all that bad, which is good since painkillers don’t last all that long. I am in some pain, I felt like I have not moved in about a month. Everything hurts; my bruises have bruises, or feel that way. I managed after some concerted effort to crank open my eyelids. I have an idea how an automatic garage door opener feels with a small child at the controls. It took a few times to get them to stay in the up position.

My first view is that of a well-built black man, whose muscles show effect of daily exercise in a good gym. He is dressed in blue jeans, a skintight muscle shirt, with silk wrapped nails.

Sleeping beauty awakes, and here I am without my makeup on, if you tell anyone you saw me like this I will call you a liar to your face. You need to get up and moving, before you become a permanent part of that bed, I heard Roberta say.

I had gotten used to Roberta being in Drag all the time. I had almost forgot that she is a man. My bladder quickly reinforced Roberta’s suggestion to get moving. Though I had somehow thought that Roberta’s Double D accessories were implants. I am sure she spent some real money maintaining her outward appearance. I groaned and started moving.

Don’t give me any of that I too tired to move crap. You get in the bathroom right now. Take a shower while you there too. Raven and I have spent all day rubbing you down with vitamin E so you won’t scar up that beautiful body. It is just a miracle that all you got out of that fight and explosion was some bruising and some minor cuts, she carried on as I went into the bathroom.

The whirlpool tub looked like a gift from the Greek Gods of old. I wondered as I filled the tub if the family gift is the basis of those legends, and the other Demi-Gods. I very slowly got into the tub. If this was some bruising and minor cuts, I never want to know what major problems are. I can’t even bitch at Roberta, or beg for sympathy for surviving a nine-story drop. It isn’t the fall that hurts, it is the sudden breaking action at the end that gets you.

I eventually made it out of the tub. When I entered the living room, with what looked to be expensive white leather furniture, sat John and Raven. Roberta was making her entrance in full dress, which somehow seemed proper. Which should tell you how twisted my reality has become, when a 6’ 2" black man with phony double D breast in a dress, seems proper.

John handed me a cup of coffee and said, Well I have some good news and some not so good news, which do you want first?

The good news, I replied.

"Ok, you are still alive, though you don’t feel like after being out for 30 hours. Food is ready in the kitchen, and BS&M have rented another floor of the building you blew up. All our records are intact too. Got to love good backups," John said with way too much happiness in his voice. I knew something was up.

And the bad news? I asked as I went to the kitchen to find some steaks cooked and waiting for me.

The bastard blew up my offices, the new computers, my new chair, and 4 new cases of shirts. For once we had all the furniture matching up, as well as all the employee clothes. All the computers were matched up too. No more incompatibilities, from using mixed matched machines. Just 9 months of my hard work. Well that bastard, wasn’t there when fire department finished destroying what you hadn’t, Raven said with more emotion than my achy body and head could take.

Breath, and try to cool out dear, John said, besides we have full replacement value insurance, and the land-lord has to pay too. It was his employee who knowingly assisted the Roger is trashing out the place. And we have wanted to move to the 11th floor for years now. The view is much better, and there are restrooms for both genders, as well as private ones for special cases.

And the sink makeup area in there is to die for and you know it, Raven. The office furniture people should have all the new cubes up any time now. I even get an office in the corner, `Cause I earned it, and there is a extra corner on the 11th, Roberta explained.

Yes, Roberta you can have the corner by the door, so you can catch everyone as they come in. You don’t have to rub in the fact that my office is now the one farthest from the bathrooms, John said, with we are done with this topic tone, while Roberta just batted her eyes.

What they said finally sunk in and I said, Roger what! He is alive! That is not…. So now what?

I am sure he has dug a hole and pulled it in after him. I have both the regular law enforcement authorities looking for him as well as some friends in the government. Meantime, pass me a steak, and we can talk about finishing up a book about these murders. It will be a great seller. Are you still wanting to donate the author royalties to the families of the victims? John said.

I thought we both agreed to that earlier, besides it was your idea, I said.

Yes, it was, don’t worry we will take out the damages if the insurance company doesn’t cover it all, Raven said.

That is my little accountant. She is really sweet, and not as mercenary as she sounds, John said.

Like hell, screw up two of my offices, and now you want me to make sure everyone gets paid, and donate a fortune to other people, Raven stated.

We will probably make money on the replacement, we already have a nicer office situation. You will get editor fees and appearance fees. We may set a record for an instant book making it to market. The printers are starting up on them right now. We should be in the stores by the end of the week. It is great when a plan works out. We already thanks to the publicity, have the first 60,000 copies sold to subscribers. The phones have not stopped ringing. You have some unspent back pay coming, and need a vacation, John said.

I have made the reservations for Vegas, separate rooms, I have plans, Roberta said.

Sounds nice, but can’t I spend a couple of days in my own bed and ride the trolleys and eat sea food. Hell, I am supposed to live in San Francisco, I replied. I really did not feel like traveling anywhere for a few days, much less with Roberta planning a non-stop party. I felt like hell and wanted to catch up with my feelings about Lorraine and Natalie. I also wanted to pick Robert Sarcusa’s brain, who is married to Lorraine, for more details on my crash. I really wanted my missing years back.

Raven is taking us all out for lobster on the Pier. It seems she lost a bet, which is why she is bitching at you about the offices, John said with a big grin.

I still want to know how you knew he was going to do all this damage. If Natalie told you and not me, I am going too…. Raven said while pointing me. It seems John was betting on my ability to go through shirts. I still don’t even know if they shrink in the wash.

Dear Journal: There is no such thing a free meal. How much will this free dinner cost?

Did I ever tell you about the great restaurants on the San Francisco Pier? We arrived as the concurring heroes. John, and Company must have some serious pull or TIP all too much for the greeting that