A-Z: Bart Bagley at the Blind Badger

A-Z Challenge 2013:
The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady


Indigo Eady
Your A-Z Host
Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge. I’m always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…
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  B is for Bart Bagley at the Blind Badger The first time I saw Bart Bagley, he was sitting on the end barstool at the Blind Badger reading a newspaper. And yes, he was quite dead. The second time I saw him was much more eventful. I call this episode, the “Snug Storm.” I had made my way down the uneven passageway to a little room we call “the snug.” I wondered briefly how anyone did it after a few drinks, but I guess a slanted floor is the sort of thing expected in a six hundred-year-old building; things settled and become unlevel and wobbly. The snug is basically just a small, private room with a fireplace, a window, a bench and a couple of chairs. I had just settled into the window seat bench and put my feet up, escaping the crowd and waiting for my part of a celebration clean-up. So Bart pops in, and long story short, he knows he’s dead, but doesn’t realize it’s been months...  *** 

“Months?!” he responded, “but...it seems like yesterday.  My wife – my children!” he moaned. “They must be worried sick!”

That was the understatement of the year.

In his agitation, he began pacing the small room, faster and faster, fading in and out, speaking so rapidly and high-pitched that I couldn’t understand his words.

A sudden burst of laughter reverberated down the hall, invading the little nook like a small explosion. Bart stopped. His jaw clenched. Energy in the room sparked like summer fireflies.

Holy cow.

I slid my eyes briefly toward the door, wondering if I could leave. Now. Like any normal person would.

The laughter seemed to be a personal affront aimed at the confused spirit, mocking him. Stuck in the world of no-man’s land, he was neither dead nor alive.

He became angry.

Extremely angry.

The once cozy flames from the cheery fire suddenly combusted, like a burst of wind had bellowed the fledgling fire into a mini inferno. Ashes blew around the room, swirling into a miniature tornado, picking up everything in its path. Crouching in a corner, heart knocking against my ribs, I frantically slapped at the sparks on my head, the stench of singed hair in my nostrils. Sucked up inside the funnel, my gloves twirled above my head.

It stopped as suddenly as it began. Ash floated gently down to settle on every surface. Sooty flakes transformed the room into a pea-souper mess.

And Hurricane Bart? Gone - a trail of destruction left in his wake.

I stood shocked, ashes raining around my head. 

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And so you see, some spirits are capable of causing destruction or harm, even inadvertently. It’s all about energy and how to manipulate it.
This is also how I got drafted into my first murder investigation.   Have you ever seen a ghost? What happened?  ________________A-Z Related Links:Afterlife