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"Phalange"
Sid threw the covers off his thin form, letting out a sigh of frustration, and headed out of his bedroom. He made his way down the narrow hall until he reached the bathroom. Standing in the doorway, he felt along the darkened wall for the lightswitch and turned the light on, then took a look at himself in the mirror.
His eyes were bloodshot, and dark circles were beginning to form underneath them. Ever since he and his parents moved into the two-bedroom house by a wooded area down in Bath, Ohio, six months ago, Sid had been having difficulty sleeping at night. Something about the house gave him the chills, and the mysteriousness of it did not help to calm his nerves, either.
The house was vacant for over ten years before Sid's parents discovered it. Supposedly, the previous owner had been an old man who for a while had his son living with him until he left one day. Many years after that, the old man left, leaving no reasons why, although it was rumored that the police came for a visit one day, not many years before he left.
I wouldn't be surprised if the rumor was true, Sid had thought the moment he got his first bad vibe about the house. The vibe seemed to worsen at night, especially in his room. For the first two months in the house, he would wake up at ungodly hours, feeling the presence of someone else in the room, only to find no one there. Over the next few months, he would gradually get less and less sleep, and now lately he had been barely managing to get three hours every night.
He took a piss before heading back down the hall to his room. Once in his bed, he stared up at the black ceiling before finally drifting off to sleep.
---
The afternoon light filtered in through the transparent Navy blue curtains hanging over the windows in Sid's bedroom. Sid, groggy from the night before, stumbled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. It'll wake me up, he thought as he stepped under the warm water.
Once he finished showering, Sid threw on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, grabbed a book he needed to read for a class at school, and headed out to the backyard surrounded by woods. He sat down on a large rock near the back porch and began to pick up where he last left off in his book. There was a slight humidity to the early fall air of Bath, and that is what eventually made Sid irritated to the point where he could not concentrate on what he was reading. He set the book down on the porch and averted his gaze to the yard in front of him.
Standing there, no less than ten feet away, was a young man who looked to be a few years older than Sid. He looked to be in his early twenties, at the most. What Sid found to be strange was that he could see right through him, could see the wooded area that he should have been blocking from view. No expression was upon his face, and his eyes appeared to be lifeless.
In that moment, Sid felt the compelling urge to start digging. He stood up and made his way over to where the ghost was standing, dropping down on the dirt and plunging his hands into the ground. He dug and dug until he was kneeling over something small and off-white with a bit of dirt covering it. Sid picked the object up, wiping the dirt off, and examined it. Aside from being an off-white color, it was long and thin, and looked as if it could have been part of a fossil of some sort. He then took a closer look at it, and found out what it really was.
What he was holding was the bone of a human finger.
Sid dropped the bone back into the dirt hole and fell backward, landing on his bum, when he realized what he had picked up. Although the humidity in the air was very slight, he was now sweating profusely and shaking all over. Not knowing what else to do, he quickly covered the bone back up with dirt and ran back inside the house, straight to his bedroom, where he dived into his bed and passed out.
---
It was dark outside by the time Sid woke up. His bedroom light was off, but he could see a dim light flickering on the walls. He sat up and found a small candle burning on the top of his dresser, its flame gently moving back and forth every now and then. Mom must have put it in here, he thought.
Then he remembered the events from earlier in the day, and a shiver moved up and down his spine. How the hell did a human finger bone get buried in his backyard? Maybe it wasn't even a human bone. Maybe it belonged to an animal. . .
No, it was definitely human, Sid thought as he looked around his room. Who was that guy, though? I could see right through him, for Christ's sake! Don't tell me he was a ghost!
His eyes fell upon a shadow on his wall. It appeared to be the shadow of a man. Sid glanced in the other direction, only to find no one there. He looked back at the man's shadow, and noticed he was holding a large object in his hand. Upon closer inspection it appeared to be a barbell. Sid's adrenaline skyrocketed when he noticed this, and he turned away, using his arms to shield himself, when the shadow began to raise the weapon high above its head. When nothing happened, he looked back at the wall, only to discover the shadow was gone.
When Sid thought he had a moment of relief, he felt a hard blow to the side of his head, and he fell onto his bed. Another one quickly followed, and then another. Sid wanted to scream from the excruciating pain, but didn't want to wake his parents up. When the blows stopped, he felt his head for any blood or gore, but his hand came away clean. In that moment, he heard the voice of a man, barely choking out a whisper: "Geeet riiid ooof the booone. . ."
Immediately thinking of the finger bone in the backyard, Sid jumped up and quickly, though quietly, made his way out of the back door. He turned the porch light on and headed over to the spot he was at earlier in the day, frantically digging for the bone, getting dirt all over his clothes in the process. When he found it, he quickly ran around the house into the front yard and threw the bone as far as his hand could throw. He then dropped to his knees, feeling a lot more calm and relieved than he had in six months.
End
"Phalange"
Sid threw the covers off his thin form, letting out a sigh of frustration, and headed out of his bedroom. He made his way down the narrow hall until he reached the bathroom. Standing in the doorway, he felt along the darkened wall for the lightswitch and turned the light on, then took a look at himself in the mirror.
His eyes were bloodshot, and dark circles were beginning to form underneath them. Ever since he and his parents moved into the two-bedroom house by a wooded area down in Bath, Ohio, six months ago, Sid had been having difficulty sleeping at night. Something about the house gave him the chills, and the mysteriousness of it did not help to calm his nerves, either.
The house was vacant for over ten years before Sid's parents discovered it. Supposedly, the previous owner had been an old man who for a while had his son living with him until he left one day. Many years after that, the old man left, leaving no reasons why, although it was rumored that the police came for a visit one day, not many years before he left.
I wouldn't be surprised if the rumor was true, Sid had thought the moment he got his first bad vibe about the house. The vibe seemed to worsen at night, especially in his room. For the first two months in the house, he would wake up at ungodly hours, feeling the presence of someone else in the room, only to find no one there. Over the next few months, he would gradually get less and less sleep, and now lately he had been barely managing to get three hours every night.
He took a piss before heading back down the hall to his room. Once in his bed, he stared up at the black ceiling before finally drifting off to sleep.
---
The afternoon light filtered in through the transparent Navy blue curtains hanging over the windows in Sid's bedroom. Sid, groggy from the night before, stumbled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. It'll wake me up, he thought as he stepped under the warm water.
Once he finished showering, Sid threw on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, grabbed a book he needed to read for a class at school, and headed out to the backyard surrounded by woods. He sat down on a large rock near the back porch and began to pick up where he last left off in his book. There was a slight humidity to the early fall air of Bath, and that is what eventually made Sid irritated to the point where he could not concentrate on what he was reading. He set the book down on the porch and averted his gaze to the yard in front of him.
Standing there, no less than ten feet away, was a young man who looked to be a few years older than Sid. He looked to be in his early twenties, at the most. What Sid found to be strange was that he could see right through him, could see the wooded area that he should have been blocking from view. No expression was upon his face, and his eyes appeared to be lifeless.
In that moment, Sid felt the compelling urge to start digging. He stood up and made his way over to where the ghost was standing, dropping down on the dirt and plunging his hands into the ground. He dug and dug until he was kneeling over something small and off-white with a bit of dirt covering it. Sid picked the object up, wiping the dirt off, and examined it. Aside from being an off-white color, it was long and thin, and looked as if it could have been part of a fossil of some sort. He then took a closer look at it, and found out what it really was.
What he was holding was the bone of a human finger.
Sid dropped the bone back into the dirt hole and fell backward, landing on his bum, when he realized what he had picked up. Although the humidity in the air was very slight, he was now sweating profusely and shaking all over. Not knowing what else to do, he quickly covered the bone back up with dirt and ran back inside the house, straight to his bedroom, where he dived into his bed and passed out.
---
It was dark outside by the time Sid woke up. His bedroom light was off, but he could see a dim light flickering on the walls. He sat up and found a small candle burning on the top of his dresser, its flame gently moving back and forth every now and then. Mom must have put it in here, he thought.
Then he remembered the events from earlier in the day, and a shiver moved up and down his spine. How the hell did a human finger bone get buried in his backyard? Maybe it wasn't even a human bone. Maybe it belonged to an animal. . .
No, it was definitely human, Sid thought as he looked around his room. Who was that guy, though? I could see right through him, for Christ's sake! Don't tell me he was a ghost!
His eyes fell upon a shadow on his wall. It appeared to be the shadow of a man. Sid glanced in the other direction, only to find no one there. He looked back at the man's shadow, and noticed he was holding a large object in his hand. Upon closer inspection it appeared to be a barbell. Sid's adrenaline skyrocketed when he noticed this, and he turned away, using his arms to shield himself, when the shadow began to raise the weapon high above its head. When nothing happened, he looked back at the wall, only to discover the shadow was gone.
When Sid thought he had a moment of relief, he felt a hard blow to the side of his head, and he fell onto his bed. Another one quickly followed, and then another. Sid wanted to scream from the excruciating pain, but didn't want to wake his parents up. When the blows stopped, he felt his head for any blood or gore, but his hand came away clean. In that moment, he heard the voice of a man, barely choking out a whisper: "Geeet riiid ooof the booone. . ."
Immediately thinking of the finger bone in the backyard, Sid jumped up and quickly, though quietly, made his way out of the back door. He turned the porch light on and headed over to the spot he was at earlier in the day, frantically digging for the bone, getting dirt all over his clothes in the process. When he found it, he quickly ran around the house into the front yard and threw the bone as far as his hand could throw. He then dropped to his knees, feeling a lot more calm and relieved than he had in six months.
End
