For a Ghost-Free Time, Call: Episode Four

By Sean Kelly

For a Ghost-Free Time, Call is an episodic supernatural adventure set in the emerald city of Eugene, Oregon which follows a young man, who–since he was a boy–has had the irritating ability to see ghosts all around him. Episode Four begins shortly after a startling revelation about the strange incidents happening all over town.

With a bolstered resolve, Jared, Dizzy, and Sam pulled an all-nighter in an attempt to solve the mystery of the city’s supernatural disasters. After discussing their eerie findings about a connection between the worst incidents, Jared sets out to investigate several sites, looking for the truth behind what links them. What he finds and drags the group into will set them on a path towards a challenge they never expected, one they might not be ready for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mythic Tale Studios
• Release date: Jan 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215956380

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For a Ghost-Free Time, Call

Episode Four

Mythic Tale Studios

2023

Published by Mythic Tale Studios

© 2016 by Sean Kelly

All rights reserved

Written and Published in the Pacific Northwest

Second Edition, 2023

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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For a Ghost-Free Time, Call

Episode Four

I

NOTHING. NOTHING’S HERE! I shouted from the middle of a grassy patch of land on the side of the freeway. Frantically spinning around, I turned to Sam and Dizzy, who were leaning against the concrete barrier behind me, and threw my hands up in the air. "I don’t get it. This is the exact center of that pentagram. What’s so great about this spot?"

I don’t know, kid. Maybe nothin’. Sam took a long drag off the Pall Mall smoldering in his cupped hand. But we stayed up too God damn late last night, and now we’re sittin’ here in the mornin’ sun sweatin’ our asses off. He tossed his cigarette down at his feet and ground it into the dirt. "Come on, let’s get outta here. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you just wanted to see somethin’ so bad that your brain made you see it."

Come on, guys. At least help me look around a bit.

He’s right, Jared, added Dizzy, standing up and walking over to me. She uncrossed her arms and shrugged indifferently. "There’s nothing here." She made an effort to point out the few scattered trees littering the small patch of land.

Yeah, I get that, but…I thought there’d be something. Shit! I shook my head and threw my hands up in surrender. Well, what the hell do we do now?

"What can we do?"

Go home. Sam stormed over. Let’s just get outta here and get some rest. I’m old and the beer’s makin’ me sleepy. We’re no good to anyone if we can’t keep our eyes open. Let’s just regroup later.

But…we’ve gotta be missing something. I let out an exasperated breath. Alright…fine. When?

You two want to just come to the bar sometime after noon?

Sure, said Dizzy mid-yawn. That’ll give us a while to catch up on some sleep.

Yeah, whatever, that’s cool. I trudged between them towards Sam’s truck, climbed over the concrete barrier and into the cab, scooting into the middle of the bench seat.

Dizzy climbed in on my right and Sam slid into the driver’s seat. He started the engine and turned off the hazard lights he’d left on while we were parked on the thin shoulder of I-5.

You alright? asked Dizzy.

Oh, yeah. I’m fine. I love being completely wrong. Feels great!

You know what I mean.

"Yeah, I do. I was just hoping we’d get to the bottom of all this. It felt like we were finally on the right track."

I know, right? That pentagram can’t be a coincidence. But, maybe Sam’s right and we just saw what we wanted to see. Her voice softened with relief. Who knows how many shapes we could have made from all those pins.

I dunno. I just wish we could figure this shit out.

Tell you what, I know some people who keep an eye on this sort of thing. I’ll let them know about the pentagram. Maybe they can do something with that info.

"I guess that’s something, at least."

Hey, Sam? She leaned over me to see him.

Yeah? he said, lighting up another cigarette before merging onto the freeway.

You said that you guys were making some sort of candles, right?

Right. Just somethin’ I threw together that seems to work on ghosts ‘n whatnot.

Sounds cool. I’d love to see one in action sometime.

Sam gave her a quick look, then shot a glare at me. Sure. Why not? The way things have been goin’ lately, we’ll probably need ‘em.

Sweet! Thanks.

I just have to finish putting them all together, then we’re golden.

I can’t wait.

Sam finally pulled into the parking lot of The Drunk Tank and dropped us off. Dizzy gave me a salute, then took off down the sidewalk in the direction of the local high school.

Thanks, Sam, I guess I’ll see you later.

Sounds good. He backed out of the lot and headed in the direction of his trailer park.

I hopped inside the Gremlin