(Repost) Second Minor Spirit of October: The Phone Whisperer

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 SECOND MINOR SPIRIT FOR OCTOBER
Since I'm not doing Inktober, I thought I'd do something else. Like a spirit a day for October,.


The Phone Whisperer

It used to be, late at night, the phone would ring, and when one picked it up, there would be nothing but an incoherent whispering just on the edge of hearing, or a sound like sighing wind. The phone company said it was just equipment malfunctioning, or branches rubbing on lines sending a signal to a random phone.

They were lying.

Some people thought that if they listened hard enough, through sheer will they could make the words make sense, and gain esoteric knowledge.

They were wrong. They were hearing hunger.

The phone whisperers are almost all gone now, thanks to call number displays, and answering machines and cell phones. But occasionally, if you pass an old phone on a corner or next to an abandoned gas station, late at night, the phone will ring.

Don't pick up the receiver. They're desperately hungry, now

(Repost) Third Minor Spirit of October: Threadfingers

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THIRD MINOR SPIRIT FOR OCTOBER
Instead of Inktober, I'm doing something else. A spirit a day for October,.

Threadfingers

Walking among the trees after sunset, you may brush through a spiderweb.

It's not a spiderweb.

They have such long thin delicate hands, ephemeral fingers trailing through the human hair they're so attracted to. Humans are too massive for them to do more, so they wait for someone who is hollowed out, their life nearly as tenuous as they are.

So go ahead, talk a walk while you grieve. Perhaps not in the park, though.

 

 

(Repost) Fourth Minor Spirit of October: The Corner Things

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Fourth Minor Spirit of October
Instead of Inktober, I'm doing a spirit a day for October.

The Corner Things

Do you ever wonder why your cat stares at the corner sometimes?

Just as the madmen said , corners are intersecting planes that reflect across dimensions. Occasionally thing can use those colliding planes to cross into our world and do...not much. They are small and scared by the vastness of our world, so they cling to the corner, trembling while the cats watch them.

They are harmless, mostly.

They DO distract the cats from the thing on top of the dresser across the room. Which is another story.

(Repost) Fifth Minor Spirit of October: The Memory of a Shop

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Fifth Minor Spirit of October
Instead of Inktober, I'm doing a spirit a day for October.

The Memory of a Shop

See this building? It's nothing special. But on this spot, in a building a hundred years old, there used to be the best toy store in the world. It was filled with glass cases that held imported die cast metal toys. Marvelous toys, with working parts. You can't get them any more. Every time I visited my great aunt as a child, I would get to buy one: Thunderbird 2, James Bond's Austin Martin, the Spectrum Pursuit Vehicle. It was the best part of my childhood.

Of course the earthquake came, and destroyed the store: glass cases and toys and cash register and the clerks all squashed flat and buried under rubble. And eventually I lost the toys as well - left behind in moves and at birthday parties, thrown out by exes. All gone.

But NOTHING is gone forever. A place that special lives on, even after the city carts away all the rubble,, buries the bodies, and builds a new mall on top of everything. The memory of buildings linger like those of people.

I know how to get to it. I know the right things to say and do so when the moon rises tonight, I can step through the door of a the ghost of a toy store, and buy my old toys back.

There'll be a price, of course. Even bargaining with my great-aunt's skull, I may leave things behind. And the replacement toys I return with will only be visible to me, alone at night, in the moonlight. For others, there will be an empty display case.

But it will be worth the blood and memories. Did you know the rocket for the UFO Interceptor actually launches?

Totally worth it.

 

(Repost) Sixth Minor Spirit of October: It Goes Round and Round

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Sixth Minor Spirit of October
Instead of Inktober, I'm doing a spirit a day for October.


It Goes Round and Round

Of course you know about the bargains you can make at crossroads. But what deals can you make at a roundabout?

On the 9th month at the 9th hour, circle around nine times nine times. The spirit of the roundabout won't grant your wish, but it will be amused at how foolish you look. After all, since it can't escape it needs it's amusements.

So don't be TOO amusing.

(Repost) Seventh Minor Spirit of October: The Summoned Lady

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Seventh Minor Spirit of October
The Summoned Lady
Instead of Inktober, I'm doing a spirit a day for October.

In point of fact, the ritual always works. ALWAYS. Light the candles, say the words, and she WILL appear.

For as long as she can.

At any given moment 1,416 teenagers are standing in front of mirrors, trying not to giggle as they chant (this goes up to 5,677 on weekends). She comes and goes faster than human senses can register; she doesn't even have time to chill the air or make the candles gutter before being pulled to the next ritual in a darkened bathroom.

She appreciates the kids who try to use Oija boards to summon her instead. Though she never has time to write more than B-U-G-G-E-R-O-

(Repost) Eighth Minor Spirit of October: The Hanging Tree

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Eighth Spirit of October
Judgement
Instead of Inktober, I'm doing a spirit a day for October.

And here we have the tree of the Hanging Judge.

Seriously, the name fits. I mean, it IS hanging there. And yes, it's judging you. You know what you did.

Calm down, it's not going to do anything. It's a hanging judge, not a hanging punisher.

Go ahead, reach up and touch it.

And there you are.

What? I said IT wouldn't punish you. I didn't say anything about me.

It had to be done.

Don't judge me.