Something Haunted: Tales of the Zodiac Cusp Kids, #2
By Sarah Dale
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The summer of 1983 is over. After weeks of healing from their first adventure and some specialized basic training with Mr. Rakow, Angie, Jenny and David are feeling prepared for the horrors junior high will surely bring. The final weekend of vacation, a bizarre tornado tears through Lincoln, upending gravestones and depositing supernatural debris on the school grounds. The gang has their hands full with the demands of starting junior high on top of trying to figure out an otherworldly mystery, and their friendship begins to feel the strain. But the malevolent ghost haunting the school is ramping up its attacks on students, and the kids are going to have to get it together in time to save the school.
Something Haunted is the second of seven stories drawn from Angie's diaries. Kept safely hidden for decades, they tell how the kids spent their teenage years - working with their mentor, Mr. Rakow, and Jenny's mom, Lorraine, who dabbles in witchcraft, to uncover their power and battle the forces of darkness that menace their hometown.
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Something Haunted - Sarah Dale
Note from the author
The names, places and events surrounding Charles Starkweather and Caril Ann Fugate’s murder spree in late 1957 and early 1958 are real and historically accurate per the Author’s research. Many of the places in Lincoln used in the story are real places, although the author has taken creative license with the details of the settings.
The names of each of their victims and the details of their lives as researched and expressed by Angie are also real and as accurately and lovingly portrayed as the Author was able. It is the hope of the Author that in a small way, not only the horror of that time is reflected here, but also the beauty and importance of the lives lost.
Everything else is fiction.
Much is made of the criminals in our culture. One bad or broken person who acts out with violent passion can be seen as the most important actor in a tragedy. But there is always balance.
For Robert Colvert, Marion Bartlett, Velda Bartlett and little Betty Jean. For August Meyer, Bobby Jensen, Carol King, C. Lauer Ward and Clara Ward, Lillian Fencl and for Merle Collison.
A close up of text on a white background Description automatically generatedFrom the Journals of Angie Parsons
The events of the fall of 1983 were tangled up with both our introduction to the world of junior high and the dark history of Lincoln. Looking back on my journals from that time, I can’t tell which I found most difficult – dealing with the natural or the supernatural.
Junior high is hard. Being thirteen is hard. And meeting up with the ghosts of the past and sending them back to whatever hell they came from is really freaking hard.
I think the greatest lesson I learned from all of it, was that even in times of the greatest uncertainty, the times when you doubt yourself and everyone around you the most, it’s crucial to trust in your friends. Without Jenny and David, without Mr. Rakow and Jen’s mom, Lorraine; without all of us together, we wouldn’t have made it through.
Also, no matter how cool you try to keep things, blowing up a big portion of the school will gain you a reputation of sorts.
My dad hollered at me as I was rocketing out the front door. Angie! Are you on your way to Jenny’s?
Yep!
I paused, listening over one shoulder and tugging at the strap of my backpack.
Ok, keep an eye on the weather. If the sirens go off, head for the basement. If your mother and I have to go out, we’ll call you at Jenny’s and let you know. Do you have the handheld?
I craned my neck to see the sky. The distinctively greenish cast to the light was a good indicator. We’d have some severe weather tonight.
Ok Dad, be careful - and wear your hard hats! Yes, the radio is in my backpack. Love you!
Love you too. Stay in touch!
My parents were storm spotters. It was something they’d gotten into through their Ham Radio Operators club. At first, when they would both go out and stand on hilltops in bad weather looking for tornadic activity while my sister and I cowered in our basement alone, it seemed weird and lonely. Before long though, we realized it was a pretty fair expression of their good faith in us, and we started to feel pretty pleased with ourselves about the whole thing.
By now, it was old hat.
I jogged down the street toward Jen’s, thinking far more about the first day of school than about storms.
It was our last weekend of summer, and as usual, Jenny, David and I had made plans. I was almost to Jen’s when I spotted David approaching. He had stopped his bike and was grinning at me. Even from this distance, I could see the challenge in his eyes.
He was a full block away from Jenny’s driveway, near the bottom of the hill. I had just over half a block of straightaway, but I was on foot.
He held up one fist and pumped, once - I got ready, twice - I clenched my fists and gulped air. On three, he jumped on the pedal, cranking his bike up the hill and I took off at a sprint.
A few months ago, there would have been no point in this. He’d have won, hands down, every time. This summer was different. After our harrowing adventure on the last day of school, when the three of us had to escape David’s mom’s newly undead boyfriend and the demon that had possessed him, things had changed a bit.
The three of us had spent weeks recovering from our injuries - my broken arm, Jenny’s skewered leg, and worst of all, David’s eye. He’d had to wait about three weeks after the surgery before they could fit him with a glass eye, during which time there had been an inordinate number of pirate jokes.
Once we were all on our feet though, Mr. Rakow lost no time in getting us moving. First, it was long walks with him and Shadow at Wilderness Park. Those hikes weren’t just about getting our bodies healthy; it was also a conveniently private way to give us a crash course in the supernatural.
Mr. Rakow had begun to learn these disturbing truths when he was in Vietnam. He hoped returning home and leaving the war and unrest behind him would mean the end of the terrifying apparitions, but unfortunately, that was not the case.
He told us stories of demons, monsters and even a sea serpent. For reasons unbeknownst to him, Mr. Rakow said that a few folks could see the reality of these assorted beasties, and the rest simply couldn’t. They just looked right in the face of evil and … didn’t see.
Sometimes people would pass the horrors off as animals, or psychotic criminals. Sometimes people didn’t seem to register them at all.
He told us the story of being on a riverboat, in the Mekong Delta, along with thirty other soldiers, and watching off the side as a two-headed, many-eyed river monster lifted its heads out of the murky water and glared balefully at them as they passed. Mr. Rakow said the thing was easily thirty feet long. He got an excellent view of it as they floated by, scaly humps rising and lowering out of the water until finally, he caught a glimpse of its tail.
Only one other person saw anything, he said. A Navy kid from North Carolina. Mr. Rakow caught sight of him, pale, wide-eyed, staring at the thing. He and the sailor made eye contact briefly and then proceeded to ignore each other studiously for the remainder of the journey.
They never once spoke of it.
The first time Mr. Rakow actually had to do battle with a non-human, he was on a foot patrol with his squad, and they were attacked by a small group of enemy soldiers, wearing an unusual emblem on their uniforms - a stylized golden dragon.
Despite being outnumbered and outgunned by the US Army squad, the skirmish was a bloody one. All but two of his guys were killed.
Mr. Rakow and the other surviving member of his squad, a badass boy from Tennessee, wound up together, facing the final enemy soldier. Mr. Rakow said he was never really sure what his Sergeant saw in the last moments of that battle, but he realized that the dragon emblem wasn’t merely a decoration. In the dim, hazy light, he watched the enemy soldier’s form change and shift from human to something else.
It never entirely lost its human shape, but its visage changed. A scaly creature with glowing eyes seemed to come and go, obscuring the soldier’s human features with teeth and scales. Its strength was immense. It took every dirty trick and backup weapon the two of them could muster to take the creature down, and that was after it had sustained significant damage. In the end, it was Sgt. Brimer, the Tennessee boy, who ended the fight by dint of beheading the thing with his machete.
They sat together afterward. Mr. Rakow said he watched as Sgt. Brimer clean the glistening gold scales off his knife, not seeming to realize what he was doing at all.
In all the years he’d been back in the US, he’d only ever spoken of the things he’d seen to one person.
Who was that?
I asked him gently. He seemed so sad when he said it.
Her name was Joan. I met her in San Francisco.
Where is she now?
Jenny asked carefully.
He didn’t answer. We let it drop.
Once Mr. Rakow detected that we still had energy left after one of these long hikes, our training started in earnest. Rather than walking, he had us running - both in the woods and on sidewalks and bike paths. Once we got cocky with that, he started loading us up with backpacks full of heavy things. D-cell batteries wrapped in tea towels was one of his favorites.
He talked about tactics, too. We learned to observe our surroundings with an eye to not only escape routes but also strategizing and identifying items that could be used as weapons if needed.
David was best at improvising weapons. Jenny, who was already fast and strong, became even more impressively so. The strategy was my strong point. It got so every step I took, I was finding myself almost obsessively scanning - looking for high ground, escape routes and possible traps.
There was no doubt that my physical skills improved, but truthfully, I had nowhere to go but up, so that wasn’t saying much. But still, three months ago, I wouldn’t have stood a chance against David, even with a huge advantage. Today was a new day.
I wished like hell I’d worn tennies instead of flip-flops, but I didn’t stop, and I didn’t take my eyes off David. I matched his ferocious grin with one of my own.
He was standing up on the pedals, bearing down with all his weight. I heard the bang of a screen door. Jen and Jon tumbled out onto the porch and started cheering us on. I poured on the gas. My backpack flopped and banged against my back. The muscles in my legs burned. My eyes were locked on David’s. It was going to be close.
C’mon Angie! You can do it!
hollered Jenny.
Go Go Go!
yelled Jon.
I was one driveway away, maybe forty feet to go. David was at the corner. Thirty feet … twenty feet … ten. We were both going full tilt. A collision seemed unavoidable. Jen and Jon were jumping around screaming their heads off.
And … yep. You guessed it. It’s my thing. My toe caught on a spot where a tree root had pushed up the sidewalk, and I went flying.
Fortunately, Jen and I had been training for just such a disaster.
ROLL!
she shouted.
I rolled. Lucky for me, I hit the grass. Then, curled up like an