Geff and Jerald

Blast From the Past

In the corner there was a writing desk with multiple books, letters, and a bunch of papers. On the other wall there was a desk but no chair. The counter was scattered with piles of wires and electrical equipment. In the middle there was a radio, and beside it was a tape recorder. The small microphone dangled from the edge. A small bug comes out from under the recorder. It skitters across the counter tips over a stack of tapes the recorder was using for support. "Never thought a bug could be so observant." I take a tape and read the title. "log_3.mp4" What does that mean? Where's the two? Does T.J have it? I had so many questions. There was two more tapes. The first one read 'log_4.mp4' and the other was confusing. It read nothing. It had a long strip of black-out and a small sticker of a taco. It made no sense. I slid it into the player. Pressing my ear on the player, I could only hear distant voices and sounds. No actual words were spoken. Then a quiet song came on. It slows down and distorts away. The final sound is a scrape and some tape fuzz. "I've gotta take this thing." I pile the rest of the tapes, the recorder, and some of the papers. It had some ideas I really needed to think about. My duffel was half full. Most of the weight came from Dad's diary. I was zipping it up when I heard something beeping behind me. A hidden door beside a closet was open a little, just enough for the sound to be heard. I enter the room and wave through the cobwebs filling the room. It was a small room, too. There was a small device on a table, a calendar on the wall, and a weird 'clock' on the wall. It was almost pointing to an unusual symbol of a man running out of a door. It had a big red X on it. I shivered and took some more devices. That symbol couldn't mean any good. If the clock could talk, it would be saying "DO NOT GO OUTSIDE." So I left in a hurry. The sun was gone, even though the cave was still lit up. A post with a windmill on top was blowing like crazy. "Why is there fog all of a sudden?" There was. I walk down the same path I took here. I clutched the duffel bag handle and took out my flashlight. I heard a howl in the distance. That told me to 'hey! Hurry your butt up!' So I did. And I made it out of the woods. "I'm not going on there again," I tell myself. I think I even heard something following me. "Wait till I show Jerald this!" I run home.

"What's this taco tape?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out! But all that comes out is some funky distorted sounds. Jerald takes it, makes a loud "hmmmm" sound, and shoves it into the open slot of our cassette player. "Watching.....white blood......door.....globe...." Then a huge crumbling sound comes on. After that, there's some panting, running, and scraping. Finally, song comes on, distorts, and ends. "What does that mean? I'm creeped out. White blood? What type of message is that? Geff, I don't think you should mess with that house."

"Why?"

"You never know what could be lurking in those woods. This mission log, or whatever the heck it is, could be cursed! It could draw something in! That woods isn't completely known for its trails and views. No. Some guy says that you shouldn't go in there alone at night. It's the biggest mistake you could make."

"I didn't go at night! It was sunset."

"Doesn't matter. What if you get lost? You wouldn't come back. And I can't live being an only child." I nodded. I would go in mornings for now on. Even if it was only weekends. I would do it.

Later that night...

I was brushing my teeth. Jerald was buttoning up his pajama top. Yup. Jerald was one of those guys that still wears pajamas. No problem with it. But if anybody thinks it's funny, I don't see the joke.

I get on my bed and turn out the lights. Jerald was unusually quiet. I didn't care, because that meant a better night's rest for today.

My eyes were closed, but I couldn't feel my bed anymore. There was this tickling feeling in my right hand. It was a corn stalk. I get up and dust myself off. There was nothing in the distance. A destroyed barn and a giant rock stood. Besides that, there wasn't anything for miles. I heard some laughing somewhere. "You—" It was Jackson.

Jackson Alexander. The missing guy. In the flesh. "Hey! Jack! We need you back! T.J's been searching for you—" He stops his ear piercing cackle and moves his neck in an awkward manner. Then his neck cracks sideways. His clothes changed into a single color. Then his tan overalls formed into an orange dress. He somehow turned into Jane from the fall party. "Hey! I know you. You're that guy who was at the party last night. It was fun being in that house, right? What did you see?" She seemed so fascinated in me. "Well—hey! This is serious, Jack. Everyone has been searching for you! How long have you been in the cornfield?"

"MY NAME'S NOT JACK! I stayed here because the Shloryphi gives me no choice. And I have becomed to enjoy being out of home."

"What happened to you?"

"I'm better. Nobody can free me, so don't even try! I'm bored out of my mind sitting here! I want a victim. And that Jane I see seems like a good one."

"You leave her alone."

"What do you know? I'm more than a litte boy that got lost from home. I need something to keep me busy." He or she takes a stick (Yes, he hasn't stopped being Jane). Then a table with three bowling pins on it. Each was styled to look like three children. He used his stick to knock down one. "William Freeman. An ungrateful, uncaring, pathetic boy. He's arrogant with all, and never listens to his parent's orders! I need to get him." He swings his stick in a circular motion. "Sarah Reddington. A narcissistic girl. She has trouble with social skills, but that's a shame, because I haven't mentioned I hate female narcissists that do nothing but gloat about their beauty." He says that last sentence with his words between his teeth. "I haven't mentioned that last one, did I? Hmm, let's say that's a surprise. You'll see it later." He cracks his head again and turns into a Geff with purple overalls and yellow eyes. A ear piercing cackle spouts out of his extended mouth. I feel a pain in my chest. Then I faint. When I get up, I'm in my room again. It's morning. I read the clock. I'm up an hour early. Since I'm bored, I take Max out for a walk. He enjoys it highly. Once I get back, Jerald is up with his head down on the kitchen table. Under his forehead sat a new paper. He looked upset. "What's wrong?"

He points a finger to the front page. There was three pictures of three people.

"They were all taken....and all of them were last seen in Wilington's corn field."