Chapter 2: The Vanishing Cougar
The silence of Royal deepened as Ethan drifted into a restless sleep. The encounter with the spectral woman had left him unsettled, his mind racing with unanswered questions. He tossed and turned, his dreams a confusing jumble of shadowy figures and whispering voices.
Meanwhile, a different kind of activity stirred in the stillness of the night. From the edges of town, spectral figures began to coalesce, their forms shimmering in the moonlight. They were the ghosts of Royal, drawn together by an unseen force. Their eyes, though filled with an ethereal light, held a sense of purpose.
They glided towards the outskirts of town, their translucent forms barely disturbing the dust on the deserted road. There, bathed in the pale glow of the moon, sat Bessie, Ethan’s faithful Mercury Cougar. The car, a symbol of the outside world, stood in stark contrast to the timeless stillness of Royal.
The ghosts moved with a coordinated grace, their spectral hands passing through the metal of the car as they lifted it with surprising ease. It was as if they were moving an illusion, yet the weight of Bessie was undeniably real. They carried her through the silent streets of Royal, their forms glowing faintly as they moved.
Their destination was an old, deserted gas station just off Main Street. The building stood as a relic of a bygone era, its pumps rusted and its windows dark and empty. The ghosts glided through the walls as if they weren’t there, their forms illuminating the interior with a spiritual light.
They carefully maneuvered Bessie into the garage stall, their movements precise and deliberate. Once the car was safely inside, they closed the garage door, sealing Bessie within. A final, bright glow pulsed through the windows of the garage, then faded away, leaving the gas station in darkness once more. The ghosts vanished as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind only the silent mystery of their actions.
The morning dawned with a clear, bright sky, casting a warm light over the town of Royal. Ethan awoke with a start, his head still foggy from the previous night’s unsettling encounter. He decided to get his belongings out of Bessie and figure out his next move.
He walked out of the abandoned house and headed towards the spot where he had left Bessie. He expected to see his car, his only connection to the outside world, waiting for him. But the spot was empty.
Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. He scanned the area, his eyes searching for any sign of his car. There was nothing. Bessie was gone.
A wave of panic washed over him. His car, his lifeline, had vanished without a trace. “Bessie?” Ethan called out, his voice echoing through the forest.
He ran along the side of the road and looked for tire tracks. Nothing. No broken glass, no signs of a tow truck, no indication of how his car could have been moved. It was as if it had simply disappeared.
Ethan felt a surge of anger and frustration. He kicked at a loose stone on the road, his emotions threatening to boil over. He wanted to lash out, to break something, to vent his frustration. He ran back to town. He ran up to the window of the first building he saw. He picked up a rock and threw it at the window. The rock went right through the glass as if it wasn’t there. He tried again. It was the same thing. Ethan tried another window and the same thing happened.
He felt a wave of despair wash over him. He slumped to the ground, his head in his hands. He felt utterly alone, lost in a town that seemed to exist outside of reality.
“I’m never going to get out of here,” he muttered to himself, his voice choked with emotion. “No one even knows where I am.”
He felt a deep sense of self-pity. Everything he owned, all his possessions, all his hopes and dreams, were tied to Bessie. Now, they are gone.
He stood up and aimlessly wandered back to the house where he had spent the night. He felt a deep sense of unease. He started rummaging through the house. He opened a cabinet door and found an open bottle of whiskey. He picked it up and took a swig. It was still good.
Ethan was feeling really sorry for himself, so he decided he was going to get drunk. He spent the day and night wandering through the town aimlessly. He looked through the windows of the buildings, his mind a jumble of confusion and despair. Ethan’s life was in that car. Everything that he had done in college, all his ambitions, all his dreams and aspirations were in the car and now the car is gone. He doesn’t even know how that car could’ve been stolen. There were no tracks, no nothing. There was nothing to show that somebody actually got in the car, got it to start and drove off.
Ethan was in a drunken stupor. Late in the evening, he stumbled into an entryway of a local business. He was crying, his body shaking with sobs. He took another swig of whiskey, the burning liquid doing little to soothe the ache in his heart. He slumped down onto the sidewalk in the doorway, his body giving way to exhaustion. He passed out, his tears drying on his face.
The ghost that Ethan had seen the night before materialized once again. Her form shimmered in the dim light, her presence a silent vigil. She sat down next to him, her spectral form radiating a gentle warmth. She laid next to him, her radiance illuminated the entryway, casting a soft, celestial glow. She stayed there throughout the night, her silent presence keeping Ethan warm in his drunken slumber.
The next morning, Ethan awoke with a groan. His head was pounding, his mouth was dry, and his stomach churned with nausea. He was hung over, the effects of the previous night’s drunken binge weighing heavily on him. He didn’t feel well. He saw the empty whiskey bottle and realized what he had done.
He slowly stood up, his body aching, and got his balance and bearings. The sun was shining brightly, its rays piercing through the gloom of his hangover. He felt a wave of shame wash over him as he remembered his drunken despair.
He decided to head back to the house that he stayed at the night before. He needed to get himself together and figure out what to do next. When he arrived, he was startled by what he saw on the porch by the front door. It was his suitcase, backpack, cooler, and his violin.
Ethan was dumbstruck by all this. Who put this on the porch? He cautiously approached the porch, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement. There was none.
He carefully picked up his suitcase, then his backpack, cooler, and finally, his violin. What’s happening here? He carried his belongings into the house and closed the door behind him, his mind reeling with confusion and a flicker of hope.
To be continued …
