The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic

The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Terrifying Tuesdays...The Death of The Ghost!

Welcome to another installment of Terrifying Tuesdays! 

Every week (I hope), I will try as I bring you heart-stopping action from some of my well as a few pieces from other authors.

My overriding goal for Terrifying Tuesdays is to get the reader's blood flowing...and their mind working...and their skin get the point (grin). I will attempt to do this by delving into various genres, including action, mystery, suspense and even horror (Especially around Halloween!).

Today's selection is from Murder! Too Close To Home. Here's the setup...

Jacob John Wesley is a murderer...and he loves it! Going by the moniker Ghost, he has been injured in a car wreck after being chased by Gabe and Frank, Waking up out of a coma, Wesley finds that he is handcuffed to the hospital bed and is being guarded by a deputy.

One other thing you should probably be aware of...The Ghost wasn't the instigator of his murder spree...and his boss, who he has never met, now sees him as a threat.

Without further ado...

Police Drawing of The 'Ghost'

Murder! Too Close To Home
Chapter 79
April 2, 1997

The now-familiar beep of the monitors was relaxing to the man handcuffed to the bed.
Jacob John Wesley, the ‘Ghost’, had been groggily coming in and out of consciousness for a few hours, feeling agonizing pain throughout his body until the next injection of pain killers.
He had been confused the first few times he had opened his eyes, not knowing where he was or how he gotten there. The chase and the resultant wreck had finally started working its way though the haze that was his memory at that moment. The realization that he was in a hospital and that he had been apprehended had finally sunk in with the glimpse of the deputy guarding him outside his room.
Coming to grips with his current situation, an insight had occurred to him through the pain and the haze.
Yes, he was caught, but he was still famous, people would want to know his thoughts. Books would be written, movies made. The ‘Ghost’ was still here, and he was the ‘Ghost’.
A smile spread on his lips through the pain, true happiness seeming to be achieved in his life.
A nurse entered the room carrying a tray. Through half opened eyes he saw a shapely blonde woman in a short, white nurse’s uniform and tortoise shell glasses. She was turned away, filling a syringe from a bottle. He noticed her tight ass in the white dress and wished he could say something snide as she turned around and gave him a big smile.
“Time for your pain shot, Mr. Wesley” she said in a southern drawl. Her nametag revealed her name to be ‘Jasmine’.
“This will fix you right up.”
‘Jasmine? It’s her!’ He thought to himself, ‘his mentor’.
Thumping the needle to clear the air, she inserted it in the IV and slowly pushed the contents into the line, taking the empty hypodermic and laying it again on the tray across the room.
Coming back to the side of the bed, she smiled down on him, informing him that “It shouldn’t be long now before the desired effects take hold.”
Still smiling, she leaned down close to his face, suddenly talking close to his ear in the now familiar, raspy whisper.
“You should have listened to me, Mr. Wesley; you should have listened to me.”
Standing up again and still smiling, she turned to leave the room.
“You all have a nice day now.”
Wesley was now confused.
“What did she mean by that,” he wondered. The initial confusion was quickly replaced by a searing pain radiating from his arm, then traveling throughout his body. A scream formed in his throat as he tried to open his mouth to release it.
Neither the scream nor the pain would exit his body.
It felt like his veins were burning with acid as his eyes now opened wide. There was a darkness creeping into his vision that seemed alive as it quickly moved around the room.
While he helplessly watched its progress, the darkness moved closer and started to envelop him, like tentacles attaching to his soul. Before the last breath escaped his lungs, he was staring into the face of his fate.
Two red eye-like slits stared at him from inches away as the screams of a thousand souls entered his head.
“Welcome,” the apparition said, the tentacles pulling the soul from his body as his screams joined the others in eternal pain.
Copyright 2010-2015 J.T. Lewis

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