The Quiet Before the Storm

I take notes as the jet comes down for a landing.

Sounded like a haunting to me. Perhaps one with multiple poltergeist from the sound of it. I felt equipped to study the phenomenon in person. I didn’t have a Paranormal Science Degree for nothing. I close my journal slipping it into my bag. My uncle, and guardian looks up from his tablet as we land.

“I’ll have someone grab your luggage.” He says as he moves to the front of the private jet to talk with the pilot. I get out my bag around my shoulder. I stretch. The are quite a few perks to being Uncle Ben’s only child, and heir to the family fortune. One, I was spoiled with the best money could buy. Two, I always got what I wanted. And right now all I wanted was to be right where I was. I took a photo of the forests that seemed to cover most of the island. I posted it. Two names I recognize pop up. Sheryl, and Glenda. My cousins liked my photo. I should see them around here somewhere, but first getting setting. Then getting a feel of the area. Once everything was organized in my large room overlooking the woods, I took out my tap recorder.

“My first observations are rather odd already. The first thing I noticed is how quiet this place is. It puts me on edge. For a possible multi-haunting it should be louder. I don’t know- My there hiding, or being hidden by an evil spirit. I guess I’m going to find out.” My work is far easier when you have a gift to speak to ghosts. So I’ve found anyway. I tighten my ponytail as I head for the ‘town’. What this island counted as a town was a small down town made up of workers, and the family of the scientists here. Mostly archaeologist I imagined. My own Uncle had a I bachelors degree in archaeology. Though he never did tell me what he majored in. We both went to the same Ivy League school our family had founded centuries ago. I had even joined the same secret society he had been in. I send a quick text the the group chat of the old members. I didn’t have many friends exactly, but I did have many acquaintances. I was well connected. The old members were the closest I had to friends. Loving ones anyway. I walk around the fenced in area for a bit.

“I must admit.” I say into the recorder. “When I heard there was an electric fence this wasn’t what I was expecting.” Barbed wire was curled on top. It was strange, I thought. It was unlikely anyone would come to this island. Let alone unnoticed. It was a dig site, and one privately funded by my family. Was it too keep people of the sight. I heard it was a sensitive case. Given that the bones ranged from hundreds of years to thousands of years old. They were very fragile, and very expensive. My family had owned this private island for as long as anyone can remember. Originally it was supposed to be some sort of vacation getaway. Obviously it turned into something else generations upon generations back. I wondered if perhaps the deaths were caused by a new found plague. I sat under a tree with in the gate. I closed my eyes spreading out my seventh sense, and trying to bring forth one of the victims to ask my queries too. Nothing. I try again. I get nothing. Dead silence. I start to panic. I call forth Miriam. A comforting woman in white that I had met in college. I sense her on the bridges of my mind. I can feel her fear. She doesn’t want to be here. I let her go. Not that when I summon the forced to come, of course. Well, not unless situation calls for it. How strange, never seen a ghost act that we before. My parents had been in the edges of my awareness on the plane. Never saying anything like always. They are dissipated before we had even touched ground, which is unlike them. They’re about as nervous as me flying as I am. Given that’s how they died. They know I have anxiety. They almost always travel with me until I’m safely on the ground. There’s something very wrong with this place. I take a breath. I decide I need a drink. I enter the first restaurant I see. It’s small, but nice, and well staffed. Though there is no movie theater, or mall there is quite a lot to do here, surprisingly. I sip my drink as o take notes of my findings. I see two red heads search the room. Glenda spots me first.

“Hey cuz.” She gives me a one arm hug. Sheryl gives me a nod. “Been a long time.” I nod. They have changed a lot. Still hard to tell them apart though. They both have red hair, and turquoise eyes. Soft features. Sheryl’s a bit taller though, and her hairs a bit longer. Their styles is similar. Lots of plaid, and slightly gothic. I only ever wear black. Their choice of jewelry is a giveaway. Sheryl wears gothic jewelry, while Glenda’s is eccentric. Right now she’s wearing gummy bear earrings. “It’s good to finally see you. In person.” Glenda is a physic too. She can see the future. Gifts run in our family it seems. They sit down.

“Notice anything yet? Sheryl asks. I look down at the ice cubes in my drink.

“There’s no one here.” I say. Glenda looks confused.

“There can’t be no one.” Sheryl says in a hushed voice. “There’s piles of bodies out there.”

“Maybe they died somewhere else?” Glenda suggests. I shake my head.

“I can’t summon them forward, and you would think someone would fallow there boy. It’s like they were never alive in the first place.” Glenda shivers.

“Or they never died.” Sheryl says.

“I’m gonna conduct some interviews.” I say.

“We’ll come too.” Sheryl says. “If there’s something weird happening on our island then we want to know about it.”