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Emmellines Odd Encounter Sr Brian 240930
In a dilapidated trailer, amidst the clutter and dim light, Emmelline encounters a distressing situation with a young ghost girl, Amanda, desperately searching for her father. The trailer, a cramped space filled with the remnants of a life in disarray, becomes the unexpected scene of a supernatural plea for help. Amanda, in her spectral form, is unable to physically interact with Emmelline without causing her pain, marked by cold fire sensations. Despite the fright and confusion, Emmelline attempts to pacify the girl, who is stuck in a loop of fear and longing for her father. Amidst the chaos, a significant detail slips through – Amanda was told by her Uncle David that sleeping would reunite her with her father, a statement that leaves Emmelline grappling for answers in an otherworldly dilemma.
As Emmelline and Amanda converse, it unfolds that Amanda's understanding of her surroundings and situation is tragically outdated. Mismatched realities clash when Amanda mentions attempting to contact her father through a telephone number that belongs to a bygone era. The acknowledgment of a bullet hole in Amanda's head adds a macabre dimension to the unfolding story, urging Emmelline to promise to find Amanda's father in a bid to provide the lost soul some solace. The suggestion for Amanda to sleep once more, with a hopeful lullaby for a peaceful resolution, marks a poignant moment of trust between the living and the spectral. Emmelline's realization of the gravity and truth of Amanda's existence – trapped out of time and in search of closure – culminates in the spectral girl fading away, leaving a poignant silence and a lingering promise to seek out her father, echoing in the cramped living space of the trailer.
(Emmelline's odd encounter(SRBrian):SRBrian)
[Sun Sep 29 2024]
In the cramped main room of a Rundown Trailer
The living space of the trailer feels like a jigsaw puzzle forced into alignment. A well-worn sofa bed, unfolded to save space, takes up most of the room, its faded floral pattern clashing with the mismatched cushions. A compact television teeters on a milk crate, flanked by stacks of dog-eared paperbacks and yesterday's mail. The tiny kitchenette encroaches, its cluttered counter spilling over with dishes and assorted knick-knacks. Windows, dressed in thin, sun-bleached curtains, struggle to brighten the space, only to highlight the dance of dust motes in the cramped quarters. Every inch is utilized, leaving breaths and movements measured and deliberate.
It is night, about 72F(22C) degrees, and the sky is covered by grey clouds. There is a waning crescent moon.
"Papa! Papa?" the girl yells. Her voice distorts, as if being heard through water. "Papa! I want my Papa!" She begins to swing her arms at Emma, lashing out in a temper tantrum. The girl is not very large, and normally this wouldn't be much more than an inconvenience for the older woman. But then the first fist hits, and with it a blast of cold fire, as if someone were rubbing ice on the top of Emma's arm and holding a lighter to the bottom at the same time.
Emmelline cries out with pain as the girl strikes her, the power of it making her draw back. "I don't have your fucking father!," she screams at the girl, as she palms her mobile. "Come on mate," she says, as she tries to pull up a contact on her phone and send off a quick text.
The comforting glow of the screen gives Emma hope for a moment, hope that someone will come to her aid, and explain this somehow. And then the screen begins to swirl, blurring, so that there are no buttons to press, no names to see. Another blow strikes, leaving Emma's arm numb and aflame at the same time.
Emmelline curls up again as the blow comes. "I don't know what you want from me," she says through her tears. "I don't know your father. I didn't hurt him. I don't even know what you want," she says, as she tries to move away from the angry transparent being.
The girl stops raining blows on Emma. "If you don't know me... if you don't know Papa, then why are you in our house?", she asks. "Who are you? And why do you look like that? Where is my Papa? Uncle David said that I just needed to sleep, and I would see Papa when I woke up."
Emmelline tries to get herself together, now the blows have stopped coming. She sits up though she leans very heavily against the wall she's backed herself into. "I don't know mate, I really don't. This house," she goes on, "is one I bought. And am considering selling... though I doubt that's important to you," she says with a shake of her head, clearly at her wits end about all of this. "Earlier," she says, as she runs a hand through her by now tangled hair, "you um..." a moment as she works to gather her thoughts again, "were crying for your Father. But um... before that, were you here? Asleep?"
The girl nods. "Uncle David came over. I didn't know he was coming. But I heard some noise and then he came to my room. He told me I just needed to go to sleep and then when I woke up I would see Papa again. He said I just needed to sleep. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep... and then I heard another noise and I was here. Oh, Papa! Where are you?!?"
'Yes but like..." Emmelline says, struggling to find the logic in all this insanity, "but like... why had he gone away before? Your uncle said you had to go to sleep and you'd see him. But like... where had he gone that you wanted to see him?""
The girl begins to flicker again. Each time she does, she moves, faster than Emma can blink. The bed. The kitchenette. In front of Emma. Behind Emma. Each movement is accompanied by a pitiful call for her father. When Emma asks her question, the girl says, "The noises scared me, so I called for Papa. That's when Uncle David came into my room. I told him I wanted Papa, and that's when he told me to go to sleep. He said I would see him when I woke up. I was scared, and I wanted him then, but I always had to do what I was told, because that's what good girls do. So I tried to sleep. And then the noise came, and then I woke up, here in my house. But with you and not Papa."
Emmelline tries to ignore the girl that is moving at the speed of light, though the slightly green tinge that enters her complexion makes it clear that it is perhaps making her a bit dizzy. "Yeah but what noise?"
The girl shrugs and says, "I don't know! A noise. It was loud and then it was over." She says this as if it couldn't possibly be of less importance, in the way that all children have mastered. "Where is my Papa? Tell me where he is, so I can see him!" And then she is crying again, the tears rolling down her cheeks even as the hole in her head begins to weep blood.
"I don't know mate, I really don't," Emmelline says, she too seeming quite distressed by this entire predicament. As the hole in the girl's head begins to seep blood once more, she offers the cloth again. "You need to um... over that," she says pointing to her own head as if to try and demonstrate.
The girl shakes her head, clearly thinking that Emma doesn't get it. She reaches out, and her hand passes right through Emma's, with another flash of hot-cold pain. She tries again, with the same result, and this just brings more tears, a flood of anger and frustration and fear pouring out of her almost tangibly. "I just want my Papa..."
"Okay yeah I know," Emmelline says wincing with pain with each touch from the girl. "I know, and I don't have the answer for you. Look um... you said you heard the noise and that's why you wanted your father. But I mean... was he at home? Or was he out somewhere? I mean because if he was, maybe he's still out. He's clearly not here," she says gesturing to the empty room.
The girl nods. "He was home. I took a bath and went to bed, and he was downstairs listening to Dragnet on the radio. His favorite show. And I had just started to fall asleep when I heard the noises, and then Uncle David came in..." She begins to wring her hands, or would, except they keep passing through each other.
'yeah but I mean," Emmelline says, trying to reason with the figure, "this place, it doesn't have two floors see?," she says gesturing around. "it's just this one floor here. So it can't be here that you were.""
The girl is either not listening to Emmelline, or she just doesn't understand. She shakes her head, violently, as if to keep Emma's words from reaching her ears. "No, s-stop! Stop it! Where is Papa? Tell m-me! I need him! Please!" She's crying harder now, and her breath is coming in great, soundless gulps.
"Yes I know," Emmelline says, not unsympathetically. "I know, and yet I don't know how to find him for you. But you clearly aren't going anywhere," she says as she runs a hand down her face. "Why don't we just try going to sleep again hmm/ I'm worn out. You may not be, but I am, and crying always wears people out. I'd offer to show you something on my phone," she says looking at the black screen of her phone, "but it's not working for some reason."
"What are you talking about? That's not a telephone. They're much bigger than that. Do you have one? Can you call my Papa? We are at Sandalwood 6-9603. Please, call him!" she begs of Emmelline.
"I can't," Emmelline says with a shake of her head, flipping her screen around so the girl see its blackness. "See/ It's not turning on. I don't know what the problem is. Maybe the battery died or something. And this isn't... whatever address you gave."
"No, silly! That's not an adress. It's our telephone number. My address is Number Six, Rural Route Fourteen. Can you take me there? Please! I need Papa!" The girl gives Emmelline a beseeching look. It would be heart-wrenching if not for the bloody hole in her head and her black eyes. "Please, help me find Papa." she says again, then walks over to the bed and sits down, putting her face in her hands again, as she starts to sob.
"Look I will help you find him," Emmelline says with a nod, as she rises to her feet, "but this door won't open see/," she says walking over and trying to open the door once more.
This time, the door opens, freedom and safety singing a siren's song to Emmelline. The girl looks up at Emmelline and asks, "W-will you find Papa and bring him here?" with a pleading look. "P-please? Tell him Amanda needs him, and that I'm v-very scared, please."
something about the way the girl speaks, or perhaps it's simply the doors opening, and allowing her brain to clear, or even just the girl giving her name, makes Emmelline realize the realness of the whole situation. The girl sat there, with a bullet hole in the head. And though Emmelline can't possibly figure out how she might have ended up here, in this time, she does figure out that in some way, the ghost is out of her own time. "yeah Amanda, I promise. I'll go find him for you," she says softly and soothingly. "Just close your eyes, count to ten," she says, her words said in the form of a lullaby. "You'll fall softly to sleep, and when you wake, you'll be in your own home again. And your father will be there to wake you up, and all the noises will be gone."
The girl nods at Emmelline. "Okay. Okay, I'll trust you. I am so tired. I'll rest here while you get Papa for me." Having said so, she slumps back onto the bed. Her eyes close, and her hands fold over her stomach and with the hole in her head, she looks like what she is... a dead girl. As Emma watches the girl fades, becoming less and less substantial until she is gone, as if she was never there at all.
As Emmelline and Amanda converse, it unfolds that Amanda's understanding of her surroundings and situation is tragically outdated. Mismatched realities clash when Amanda mentions attempting to contact her father through a telephone number that belongs to a bygone era. The acknowledgment of a bullet hole in Amanda's head adds a macabre dimension to the unfolding story, urging Emmelline to promise to find Amanda's father in a bid to provide the lost soul some solace. The suggestion for Amanda to sleep once more, with a hopeful lullaby for a peaceful resolution, marks a poignant moment of trust between the living and the spectral. Emmelline's realization of the gravity and truth of Amanda's existence – trapped out of time and in search of closure – culminates in the spectral girl fading away, leaving a poignant silence and a lingering promise to seek out her father, echoing in the cramped living space of the trailer.
(Emmelline's odd encounter(SRBrian):SRBrian)
[Sun Sep 29 2024]
In the cramped main room of a Rundown Trailer
The living space of the trailer feels like a jigsaw puzzle forced into alignment. A well-worn sofa bed, unfolded to save space, takes up most of the room, its faded floral pattern clashing with the mismatched cushions. A compact television teeters on a milk crate, flanked by stacks of dog-eared paperbacks and yesterday's mail. The tiny kitchenette encroaches, its cluttered counter spilling over with dishes and assorted knick-knacks. Windows, dressed in thin, sun-bleached curtains, struggle to brighten the space, only to highlight the dance of dust motes in the cramped quarters. Every inch is utilized, leaving breaths and movements measured and deliberate.
It is night, about 72F(22C) degrees, and the sky is covered by grey clouds. There is a waning crescent moon.
"Papa! Papa?" the girl yells. Her voice distorts, as if being heard through water. "Papa! I want my Papa!" She begins to swing her arms at Emma, lashing out in a temper tantrum. The girl is not very large, and normally this wouldn't be much more than an inconvenience for the older woman. But then the first fist hits, and with it a blast of cold fire, as if someone were rubbing ice on the top of Emma's arm and holding a lighter to the bottom at the same time.
Emmelline cries out with pain as the girl strikes her, the power of it making her draw back. "I don't have your fucking father!," she screams at the girl, as she palms her mobile. "Come on mate," she says, as she tries to pull up a contact on her phone and send off a quick text.
The comforting glow of the screen gives Emma hope for a moment, hope that someone will come to her aid, and explain this somehow. And then the screen begins to swirl, blurring, so that there are no buttons to press, no names to see. Another blow strikes, leaving Emma's arm numb and aflame at the same time.
Emmelline curls up again as the blow comes. "I don't know what you want from me," she says through her tears. "I don't know your father. I didn't hurt him. I don't even know what you want," she says, as she tries to move away from the angry transparent being.
The girl stops raining blows on Emma. "If you don't know me... if you don't know Papa, then why are you in our house?", she asks. "Who are you? And why do you look like that? Where is my Papa? Uncle David said that I just needed to sleep, and I would see Papa when I woke up."
Emmelline tries to get herself together, now the blows have stopped coming. She sits up though she leans very heavily against the wall she's backed herself into. "I don't know mate, I really don't. This house," she goes on, "is one I bought. And am considering selling... though I doubt that's important to you," she says with a shake of her head, clearly at her wits end about all of this. "Earlier," she says, as she runs a hand through her by now tangled hair, "you um..." a moment as she works to gather her thoughts again, "were crying for your Father. But um... before that, were you here? Asleep?"
The girl nods. "Uncle David came over. I didn't know he was coming. But I heard some noise and then he came to my room. He told me I just needed to go to sleep and then when I woke up I would see Papa again. He said I just needed to sleep. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep... and then I heard another noise and I was here. Oh, Papa! Where are you?!?"
'Yes but like..." Emmelline says, struggling to find the logic in all this insanity, "but like... why had he gone away before? Your uncle said you had to go to sleep and you'd see him. But like... where had he gone that you wanted to see him?""
The girl begins to flicker again. Each time she does, she moves, faster than Emma can blink. The bed. The kitchenette. In front of Emma. Behind Emma. Each movement is accompanied by a pitiful call for her father. When Emma asks her question, the girl says, "The noises scared me, so I called for Papa. That's when Uncle David came into my room. I told him I wanted Papa, and that's when he told me to go to sleep. He said I would see him when I woke up. I was scared, and I wanted him then, but I always had to do what I was told, because that's what good girls do. So I tried to sleep. And then the noise came, and then I woke up, here in my house. But with you and not Papa."
Emmelline tries to ignore the girl that is moving at the speed of light, though the slightly green tinge that enters her complexion makes it clear that it is perhaps making her a bit dizzy. "Yeah but what noise?"
The girl shrugs and says, "I don't know! A noise. It was loud and then it was over." She says this as if it couldn't possibly be of less importance, in the way that all children have mastered. "Where is my Papa? Tell me where he is, so I can see him!" And then she is crying again, the tears rolling down her cheeks even as the hole in her head begins to weep blood.
"I don't know mate, I really don't," Emmelline says, she too seeming quite distressed by this entire predicament. As the hole in the girl's head begins to seep blood once more, she offers the cloth again. "You need to um... over that," she says pointing to her own head as if to try and demonstrate.
The girl shakes her head, clearly thinking that Emma doesn't get it. She reaches out, and her hand passes right through Emma's, with another flash of hot-cold pain. She tries again, with the same result, and this just brings more tears, a flood of anger and frustration and fear pouring out of her almost tangibly. "I just want my Papa..."
"Okay yeah I know," Emmelline says wincing with pain with each touch from the girl. "I know, and I don't have the answer for you. Look um... you said you heard the noise and that's why you wanted your father. But I mean... was he at home? Or was he out somewhere? I mean because if he was, maybe he's still out. He's clearly not here," she says gesturing to the empty room.
The girl nods. "He was home. I took a bath and went to bed, and he was downstairs listening to Dragnet on the radio. His favorite show. And I had just started to fall asleep when I heard the noises, and then Uncle David came in..." She begins to wring her hands, or would, except they keep passing through each other.
'yeah but I mean," Emmelline says, trying to reason with the figure, "this place, it doesn't have two floors see?," she says gesturing around. "it's just this one floor here. So it can't be here that you were.""
The girl is either not listening to Emmelline, or she just doesn't understand. She shakes her head, violently, as if to keep Emma's words from reaching her ears. "No, s-stop! Stop it! Where is Papa? Tell m-me! I need him! Please!" She's crying harder now, and her breath is coming in great, soundless gulps.
"Yes I know," Emmelline says, not unsympathetically. "I know, and yet I don't know how to find him for you. But you clearly aren't going anywhere," she says as she runs a hand down her face. "Why don't we just try going to sleep again hmm/ I'm worn out. You may not be, but I am, and crying always wears people out. I'd offer to show you something on my phone," she says looking at the black screen of her phone, "but it's not working for some reason."
"What are you talking about? That's not a telephone. They're much bigger than that. Do you have one? Can you call my Papa? We are at Sandalwood 6-9603. Please, call him!" she begs of Emmelline.
"I can't," Emmelline says with a shake of her head, flipping her screen around so the girl see its blackness. "See/ It's not turning on. I don't know what the problem is. Maybe the battery died or something. And this isn't... whatever address you gave."
"No, silly! That's not an adress. It's our telephone number. My address is Number Six, Rural Route Fourteen. Can you take me there? Please! I need Papa!" The girl gives Emmelline a beseeching look. It would be heart-wrenching if not for the bloody hole in her head and her black eyes. "Please, help me find Papa." she says again, then walks over to the bed and sits down, putting her face in her hands again, as she starts to sob.
"Look I will help you find him," Emmelline says with a nod, as she rises to her feet, "but this door won't open see/," she says walking over and trying to open the door once more.
This time, the door opens, freedom and safety singing a siren's song to Emmelline. The girl looks up at Emmelline and asks, "W-will you find Papa and bring him here?" with a pleading look. "P-please? Tell him Amanda needs him, and that I'm v-very scared, please."
something about the way the girl speaks, or perhaps it's simply the doors opening, and allowing her brain to clear, or even just the girl giving her name, makes Emmelline realize the realness of the whole situation. The girl sat there, with a bullet hole in the head. And though Emmelline can't possibly figure out how she might have ended up here, in this time, she does figure out that in some way, the ghost is out of her own time. "yeah Amanda, I promise. I'll go find him for you," she says softly and soothingly. "Just close your eyes, count to ten," she says, her words said in the form of a lullaby. "You'll fall softly to sleep, and when you wake, you'll be in your own home again. And your father will be there to wake you up, and all the noises will be gone."
The girl nods at Emmelline. "Okay. Okay, I'll trust you. I am so tired. I'll rest here while you get Papa for me." Having said so, she slumps back onto the bed. Her eyes close, and her hands fold over her stomach and with the hole in her head, she looks like what she is... a dead girl. As Emma watches the girl fades, becoming less and less substantial until she is gone, as if she was never there at all.