Yellow Gloves

By Miles Cornelius

The town of Baker Falls is a quiet peaceful place. A cute retirement town nestled in the hills of Eastern Oregon where nothing ever happens, until now. This Halloween something strange is happening in Baker Falls. An evil has spread over this quiet little town. Where did it come from, why did it come here, and what will happen next?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Miles Cornelius
• Release date: Oct 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005337032

Miles Cornelius

Cornelius James Walter Miles Cornelius is originally from Porterville California where he grew up. He attended Alta Vista Elementary school where he graduated in 1982. He attended Porterville High School from 1982-1986. In 1988 he moved to Oregon and joined the Navy in 1990 and was a cook for four years. In 2001 he went to college at Eastern Oregon University where he earned a bachelor’s degree of Science in Liberal Studies with minors in Anthropology\Sociology and Health.

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Yellow Gloves

A Misty Night Story

By

Miles Cornelius

Copywrite 2021 Miles Cornelius

Prologue

The hot summer air was stale as Fred walked along the path that ran the length of the river. At nine-o-clock at night the sun felt like it was still high in the air, the temperature was at least a hundred degrees. Why had he let his best friend talk him into moving here? He walked along and listened to the sounds of the river running along the walkway, birds were chirping in the trees, and he could hear the slight sound of traffic on the road ahead of him. His cell phone rang, and he fetched it from his pants pocket. Umm, hello? he said, his voice was very inquisitive. It was his best friend on the other end. Oh, hello Elmo. Yes, I am on the path. He listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. Yes, I will meet you in less than ten minutes. He said, sounded rather irritated. His friend knew he was on the path and on his way to the library. The public library was just on the other side of the road along the path. When he would get to the street, he would cross the bridge to the other side, and then he would be at the library. It was that simple, and he knew Elmo knew that, but he had to call anyway, just to make double sure that he was on his way. He hung up the phone and stuck it back in his pocket. Oh, how he wished he was back in Los Angles instead of being in Nevada, especially in June, it seemed like it was so hot. Maybe he would just pack up and go to Vegas, it wasn’t that far. He could gamble a little and then go back home to L.A. and he could live with his mother again. She had air conditioning after all, and it never seemed to get as hot as this there. He looked ahead and he saw the road that crossed the river. The traffic was light, and he knew it would be no problem crossing the street. He could see Elmo on the other side by the library.

He did like the fact that the library stayed open late, and he could meet up with his friend and they could play their chess game. What he didn’t understand was that they lived across the street from each other, they each lived alone, and they could go over to each other's house to play. Oh well, he thought, maybe it was because there was better lighting, computers, and lots of books that they could reference while they were playing. He reached the street and looked both ways before he crossed. He always remembered to look both ways, he did not want to end up like his uncle Charlie. His uncle Charlie never looked both ways when crossing the street, and that was how he ended up being run over by a car. He remembered going to the funeral home and looking at his uncle. What a surprised look he had on his face, like he never knew that cars traveled on the road or could hit that hard. He remembered what the minister at the service said too. Thinking back, he could almost hear him again. Be careful brothers and sisters when you cross the road. Don’t be a fool like our brother Charlie here who never looked when he crossed. Many times, I told him, brother Charlie, I would say, make sure you look both ways before you cross the street. But did he listen? Nope, he sure didn’t, and where is he now? Well, he is sure enough dead, and unless you want to be like him, you should look both ways before you cross too! That minister sure was smart, he thought. The traffic had died down and there was nothing coming, so Fred crossed the street. As he approached the library, he could see Elmo becoming more and more excited. I am glad you finally got here Fred; I was starting to get worried. Fred looked at him, Well listen Elmo, it is only a ten-minute walk from our houses, I don't know why we didn’t walk together. Elmo shrugged and put his arm around Fred, Well it doesn’t matter now Fred, we are both here. Now let's go inside and get to playing! Fred smiled, he was right, they were both here.

As they approached the library door, they noticed the lights were off, the door was open slightly, and they could see sparks coming from behind the Librarians counter. Fred and Elmo looked at each other, then they both slowly walked into the building together. Fred pulled out his cell phone again and turned on the phone's flashlight. The place looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Books were scattered everywhere, shelves were turned over, and they noticed that in the children's section there was a small fire burning. Hello? Fred called out, but there was no answer. What the heck happened here? Fred asked. Elmo shrugged his shoulders. Well, I hate to say this Elmo, but you have been here, didn’t you hear anything while you were waiting? Fred asked again. Nope, I didn't hear a thing, Fred. Elmo replied, a hint of irritation in his voice. They continued to walk over the counter where a light fixture was hanging, it was still swinging from the ceiling and sparks were flying from the wires that seemed to barely cling to the light. As they got closer, the light fell with a crash to the floor, more sparks flew from the wires, and Fred and Elmo both jumped. Phew, that was scary. Elmo said as he got closer to Fred. Fred looked at him, trying not to act scared, but deep down inside, he was really frightened. He had never seen anything like this, except for a horror movie he might have watched on one of those Saturday night creature feature shows. As they got closer to the counter, they both noticed that someone was lying on the floor. They could see their feet sticking out from behind the counter. Ms. Fredricks? Elmo asked, Are you okay? Elmo knew the librarian. It had to be her lying behind the counter, Elmo recognized her shoes. They were light blue walking shoes; she wore them every day. Fred and Elmo looked at each other, then they both rushed over to the counter. There on the floor was what was left of the librarian, at least they thought it was her. They could see her legs, her nylons torn, and her skirt torn nearly in half. As Fred shone his flashlight on the person, they saw what looked like a pile of large noodles, he continued to move the light up the length of the body. What is that on the floor? Elmo asked, covering his mouth. Fred shrugged his shoulders, I don’t know, but it doesn’t look good. As the light moved up, they noticed that half of her body was missing, like it had been torn from her. The pile on the floor was her internal organs. Elmo let out a shriek, and Fred screamed as loud as he could. They both backed up, turned, and started to run. Fred dropped his phone as he tripped over some books, he fell to the floor. Elmo stopped long enough to help him up. Once they were out of the building, they turned and looked at each other. Elmo could not catch his breath and began wheezing and clutching his chest. Fred clenched his fist into a ball and pounded on Elmo’s chest, but he continued to wheeze and started to drop down on his knees. Welp, Fred said, holding up one finger, time for mouth to mouth! Suddenly Elmo stopped wheezing and began to straighten up, he started breathing normally again. All better? Fred asked. Elmo shook his head, Yes, all better now. Then he looked over at the library, the fire from the children's section had started to spread. He could see smoke billowing into the air. In the distance, they could hear the bellow of a siren, most likely a firetruck. No need to call 911. Sounds like they are on their way now. Elmo looked over at Fred, After that, we need a vacation. Fred shook his head yes, and the two walked away. Inside the library, a large shadowy figure slowly stood up from behind the counter. In the dark, its eyes seemed to glow, like two shallow pools of light blue.

One

Baker Falls was a nice place to live, at least that is what the sign said as you entered. It was a small town, a great retirement town. It seemed nothing bad ever happened here. It was a wonderful town to raise your children, go to school, and move on to somewhere else. Night began to fall over the town and an icy wind swept over the city, leaving a brisk, cold chill in the air. The mountains surrounding the town were already snow covered, and when the starlight hit them, they almost seemed to glow. I bright light, like a shooting star filled