Post #490187 by Cammo on Sun, Oct 25, 2009 11:28 PM

Angie's Ghost Story Part 15

The next morning Cindy me called at about ten. “I’m going in today,” she told me, “you’re going in too, right?”

“Uh, nope. I thought we decided not to, I was about to call in and tell them what happened and I told my mom a bit about it...”

“You did?”

“Well, yeah, this morning, not too much, just that it was haunted and I didn’t feel right working there and everything.”

“Well, so did I, I told my mom too, not everything or she’d have a fit.”

“Yeah, exactly... I mean, no way would she let us....”

“But my mom and I came up with a plan just now. It’s gonna work. It’s the Cindy Plan.”

I asked her what was up, but she said we’d meet there in an hour, so I got dressed and went to work. Most people gripe about going to work, but driving in to the Ottawa Youth Hostel that morning was something I really didn’t want to do at ALL. I really didn’t want to go to work, you have no IDEA how much I didn’t want to go to work. It was either give the Cindy Plan a chance, or go in and tell Mrs. Aldon that after today she’d have to find another two chumps to work there. This was it, probably my last morning at Hotel Hell.

I got there first, Cindy lived farther away, so I spent the time looking around for Mrs. Aldon but then remembered she doesn’t come in on weekends, and it was Saturday morning. I didn’t even realize it was a weekend.

Then Cindy came in. She was carrying a huge armload of big wooden crosses.

“HI!” she yelled at me, then dumped all the crosses on the front desk. I walked up and she reached her arms out and hung a gold cross on a chain around my neck.

“This one’s been blessed!” she said happily, “So has this one!” and she pulled out an even bigger one she was wearing under her dress. “It’s my mom’s and aunt’s!” Then she rolled up her sleeves and she had on these giant gold charm bracelets that went a few inches up both her arms, that were covered in little gold cross charms. Must have weighed a few pounds.

“And look,” she said pointing to the crosses on the desk, “These are all throwers!” She looked at me happily, like she had just solved everything.

“Um,... yeah, I guess that’s good, yeah.” I stammered out.

Cindy looked at me, puzzled. “Hey, what religion are you?” she asked suddenly.

“Um, Presbyterian.”

“OH JEEEEZ! I should have known,” she said, looking at me in a different way now, but more satisfied. “You look Presbyterian. The more I look at you the more Presbyterian you look. Oh well, ‘Any Port in a Storm’ like they say. Wait a minute,” and she left, running out the front door, almost bumping into Bridgett coming in the other way.

“Hey! Slow down! Don’t hurt yourself!” Bridgett yelled after her. Then she paused when she saw all the crosses on the desk. She looked at me, then back at the crosses. Mine was still dangling out around my neck.

“I never thought of that.” Bridgett said.

‘What?” I asked her, slowly. We had never really talked to Bridgett about what was going on, I wondered why now. She had probably worked here longer than almost anybody else.

“A cross.” she said, simply. Then Cindy dashed back in, carrying a hammer. She rummaged through the crosses, and picked up one that was trimmed in gold paint.

“This one was blessed, sprinkled with holy water, AND made from Jerusulam Oak. My Aunt runs the church store, we went there first today.” she said, pleased with herself. Then she grabbed a chair, brought it over to the front door, climbed on top and started nailing the cross over the door, right next to the exit sign.

Bridgett and I watched, surprised but not wanting to stop her. Then Cindy came down and went through the crosses again. She chose another one, and started to turn away, but Bridgett stopped her and asked what on Earth she was doing.

“We’re gonna get that vampire. That’s what.” she said, defiantly. “It’s the Cindy Plan. It’s gonna work.”

Bridgett looked really interested now, “WHAT vampire?” she asked us.

“The one with the guest suite up on the 8th! Our rotten friend up there with no eyeballs!” she shuddered a bit at that, looking at me, I could feel goosebumps too, but she kept going, “We’re going to nail up enough crosses around here to either scare him away or make him a Bishop!” she looked almost mad, daring Bridgett to say we couldn’t, “That’s what we’re going to do.”

Bridgett looked at both of us, then asked, really slowly, “How... did you know about the vampire? Did, ah, Mrs. Aldon tell you about it?”