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Walking Shoes
Calliope Njo
“Hannah? I have something to give to you.” Mom met me when I came inside from the back. She held out a wooden box that was as big as her palm. “Now, nobody knows why we have this or even if it had any value. Only that it’s supposed to be passed on at some point. Something could’ve come along with it, but that was lost during the Korean War. It got left behind somewhere at some point.”
I looked inside, and it was a cameo. The background was a sort of charcoal grey, black onyx around the border, with a hematite gem hanging from it. I didn’t have a use for it. “Thanks, Mom.” When I put it back in the box, it poked me. I shook my hand while I walked up the hallway to my room. Once on top of my dresser, I opened the closet to pick and choose which clothes to pack.
It was between the end of winter and early spring. That meant the morning would be cold, and the afternoon would be a little warmer. That was over here, though. I looked at the message and it did say to be sure pack clothes for warm weather. Huh.
Well, that meant t-shirts, cargo pants, and flip flops. On the other hand, sometimes people took pictures of me dressed in that kind of outfit. My boss saw the pictures a passerby took of me wearing the said outfit. That lecture lasted about an hour with the last words being a warning never to do that again, or else. No more cargo pants and no more flip flops.
It was my first solo assignment, so I had to do things right. I remembered reading the initial report of shoes appearing on the main path in the abandoned village and walking—the shoes themselves without anybody in them. They wanted to know the validity of the stories.
I found a story about the village of the same name. It used to be a gold mining town. When the mines ran dry, the people ran away, too. A few stayed behind in the hopes of it becoming useful again. Well, it didn’t.
All of that seemed too true and too phony at the same time. I didn’t know. It was twelve-thirty and I decided to get to bed at that point. Mom was still up and she brought Peetee with her. The funny part was she walked in my direction. Her room was at the opposite end.
Mom opened my door. “Oh. Will you be able to call?”
“I don’t think so. It seems to be an out-of-the-way place. I didn’t check, but I don’t think there are any WiFi towers out there. Night.”
“All right. Night.”
I set my alarm to go off at six o’clock in the morning. Way too early for me, but I needed the time in order to get there on time. I needed a little while in order to set up.
Before I left, I looked at the cameo again and threw it in the bag. I had everything so I left the house. Breakfast at McDonald’s would work out fine.
My phone rang as soon as I pulled out of the parking lot. I let it go, since I never could coordinate driving and using the telephone at the same time. It rang again, so I pulled into a store parking lot.
“Yeah. Hello?” I had the last bite of the breakfast sandwich.
“Did Donald tell you I was going with you?”
“Who is this?” I drank my coffee.
“Well. That answers that. OK. My name’s David MacGillicuddy. We were supposed to go to Whoknowsville together. It seems you didn’t get the message.”
“I was told this would be my first solo assignment. Nobody said I was going to have a partner. Where is Whoknowsville?”
He groaned and said a few cuss words. “OK. I’m at Main and J Street in front of the gas station. I’ll call Donald again to find out what the frigin’ thing is going on. I’m wearing Levi’s and a blue t-shirt.” He hung up.
I hung up and waited a minute before I left to pick up my mysterious partner. I wasn’t against it, but it wasn’t what I was told. A huge U-turn later, I was on my way.
There he was, sitting on the curb in front of the store. He stood up, and holy cow, was he gorgeous. Shoulder length blonde hair, sunglasses, and not a happy smile that was on his face.
“You must be Hannah. I’ll drive since we have to stop along the way.”
“Yeah, I’m Hannah Doyle. Why should I let you drive?”
He squatted and looked at me through the window. “I promise. No tickets. No wants. No warrants. I have to go to my Grandfather’s birthday party. Yeah, I know. Bad timing. So I’ll drive and explain the case along the way.”
I got out of the car and went to the passenger side. He got into the driver’s side. “This reminds me of Autie’s car. Excuse me a minute.” He adjusted the seat and started the car. Awesome. All right. The summarized version of the conversation was that he forgot to mention it. The drive to Grandfather’s party is about forty-five minutes from here, and it’ll last about an hour to an hour and a half.”
I groaned. “He forgot to mention it. He’s supposed to be—” I stopped there before the cuss words came out. “Shouldn’t we get to where we’re supposed to go?”
“He’s supposed to be the friggin’ boss in charge of everything, and he can’t even plan these adventures. Yeah. Yeah. Been there said that. As for this case, that little town isn’t going anywhere. We have as long as we need to find any clues. This town was a gold miner’s town. Well, the gold ran dry along with the town. Out of nowhere, shoes started to hang from the only line in the village. It’s a guess that black magic worshipers came in and opened a doorway they never closed. We are supposed to go there and figure things out.”
We took the freeway for the most part. I never drove on this side of town because this was the rich side, with waterfront mansions and sculptured bushes. There was a club in the middle of everything. One had to know someone in order to get in. That’s why I lived down the hill, where the regular working class lived. There were no golden gates or prize-winning swans.
“OK. My family is military and law enforcement. If they’re not in it, they’re on their way. My grandfather prefers General unless you’re related. He turned seventy-five today. All you have to do is walk by, wave, and say happy birthday. I’ll either be pulling grill duty or walking around. If you need something, wave your hand, and somebody will see you. I’m sorry we’re going here, but this is unavoidable.”
“You could stay here while I go and investigate.”
“No. That won’t work because I have to go along with you. Donald is a tad paranoid when it comes to these things. Why he brought you in, I have no idea. I think he got used to the figurehead idea and brought you in without asking any questions. An untrained, not knowledgeable individual who could very well take over and leave the rest of us. His words, not mine.”
We turned into an area by a log mansion. I’d say log cabin, but it was the size of a mansion. Holy cow, it was huge. People were walking around dressed like I was, dogs were running and chasing something, and there was a group of people in the back corner.
“All right. Here we go.” He got out, walked around the car, and opened my door. I was trying to take care of the trash when he did that.
“Oh. Thank you.”
“After you.” He closed and locked the doors. “You don’t have a switch to lock the car?”
“It’s an old car. It’s all I could afford.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
All kinds of people were there. People with short hair, people with their hair up, and then there was me who had no idea what was going on.
We spent a good portion of the day there. I stayed by the lake for the most part and watched the ducks. It brought me back to the parties I went to with Glen, except not as nice. Nobody and nothing screaming on top of that.
I jumped when someone put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was David. “Hi.”
“Hi. Are you OK?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Uh huh. I’ve been getting various reports about you standing in the same spot since we arrived. Look, if you’re hungry, there is food.”
“Uh. No, thank you.”
“Uh huh.” He left.
For some reason, it made me want to stay in that spot but Mother Nature was screaming at me at the time. I had to leave that spot.
A little girl gave me directions, and I was never so grateful. When I came out David stood by the door and held out his hand.
“You remind me of the kids that used to line the street where I was stationed. They would stay in one spot and would only leave for one reason. It took a lot for me to get them up and away from the area. Come on, let’s go get some food before everybody eats it all.”
The food looked so good, and the aroma had hints of smoke. Breakfast wasn’t too long ago, but I was hungry. The grilled food table looked so good.
“You know. It might be easier if you pick one, put it on your plate, and eat it. I promise, no one poisoned it. OK?” He looked right at me. “There’s something else isn’t there. I can go into the kitchen and find something if nothing is out here for you.”
I had flashes of Glen yelling at me for being hungry. I blinked my eyes to try and erase the memories. One always had to move forward and not backward in order to make progress.
“Hannah?”
“Oh. Sorry. It’s just that it all looks so good. I don’t know which one to pick.”
“Uh huh.” David left me there.
I picked up a couple sausages, some bread, and a bit of the potato salad. I dropped by the beverage table and picked up some tea. I left there and took a slow stroll back to the ducks.
After I finished, I threw my plate away. I looked over at the crowd with kids playing and swimming. The grown ups were standing around and talking. That’s what was supposed to happen wasn’t it?
I went back to the ducks and I had the sudden urge to sing Celine Dion’s song. I faced the water and imagined the words as I looked into the water. It was only then that I felt relaxed. He was the past. A place that should be left behind.
When I finished, I heard clapping. I turned around and people stood behind me smiling. I got stuck to that spot. My intention wasn’t to perform. I didn’t know what my intention was but it wasn’t that.
Then a tall woman with white hair in a bun came towards me. “My name’s Margaret. David said he brought someone. He didn’t mention you knew how to sing.”
I didn’t know what to say. My mouth seemed to be stuck. I stood there and smiled.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. It’ll be OK. Go on and enjoy yourself. My husband is walking around and should be here in a little bit.”
I nodded.
No worder it was quiet. My backup singers left the lake. Maybe they had to take a nap or something. I still heard Glen in my head yelling at me. Why couldn’t it go away? I wanted it to stop.
I looked around the area to look for any trash, since there wasn’t anything, I went back to the car and waited. I forgot he had the keys so I couldn’t leave. I sat on the hood of the car.
I made another trip and returned to the car. Somebody whistled when they got closer. I looked up and it was David.
“Hannah.” He sat down next to me. “When Grandmother told me she met the loneliest-looking girl, I had a feeling I knew who she was describing. I didn’t need to ask. The voice of an angel with the loneliest soul. Something had to have happened to make you be that way. I shouldn’t ask this but I’m going to anyway. What happened? I’ve seen your tapes. This isn’t the you that I saw on those tapes. What changed?”
He asked. I didn’t want to tell because it wasn’t his business. It wouldn’t matter anyway. A squirrel ran in front of me and up a tree.
“Hannah.”
I curled up into a tight ball so that maybe I could disappear into the ground somewhere.
He stood up and left me. I had to get over it. Why he brought all of this up I had no idea. I couldn’t explain it. The woman in those videos was different because there were different people around me. Then he showed up and all of these emotions I thought I worked through reappeared again.
We stopped for gas along the way. He pumped and I paid. I could hear Glen tell me what a useless woman I was. I had to forget that though. There was a job to get done and I couldn’t do that if I was stuck in the past. I took a deep breath and along the way I smelled cologne. I stopped and looked in front of me. “Hi. Sorry.”
“It’s OK. I won’t ask again. I don’t want to scare you off. So how about if we keep going. It shouldn’t be too much longer.”
“So there’s my lovely,” a woman’s voice said.
Huh? What is it? What’s going on? Did I fall asleep?
“Here. Take a drink.” The woman put a cup to my lips. It smelled fruity but I didn’t know what it was or if it any drugs in it.
I waited until she lowered the cup. I could tell that because I didn’t smell it anymore and there was no more pressure against my lips. “Who are you, and what do you want?”
“Easy, Lovely. I am sure you heard the story. Yes?”
“What story?”
“Wasn’t there a scroll that introduced this situation to you?”
“No. All I got was a pin. That’s it.”
“All right. Then, I shall be brief. I am Celeste, a sorceress. My duty is to train you to be able to defeat the wandering evil souls that seemed to have plagued this world. You watch for me and listen for me. I assure you, I will not in any form inhabit your being. It is a waste of time and energy. For which the recovery is long and unpleasant.’
“Even if all of that is true, how do I know you’re for real.”
“Your prior love has left you scarred and afraid. Not a bad thing. Not a good thing either. I see I must start from the beginning then. We will speak again later.”
“Wait.” I opened my eyes and we were pulled over.
“Hannah. Are you all right? Your breathing became uneven and you talked in your sleep.”
“I’m fine.”
“Can we cut the bullshit and just tell me what’s going on. Huh? I can guarantee you nobody else will know what you told me.”
“I don’t know how or where to start. It just sort of comes in my head. I can’t describe it other than that.”
“You know. I have a lot of aunts and uncles who work in various forms of law enforcement. Some of them have a degree or two in clinical psychology. If you ever feel it necessary, let me know. Me personally, I work with paranormal experts, I have handled weapons although not for a long while, and I’ve learned to listen. Mom tells me I have a healer’s heart. I haven’t figured out what that means yet but I’m trying. I’m telling you all of this because I see a conflict. There’s a lot that you’re saying and a lot you’re not. So when you feel ready, I’m here.” We started on our way again.
I heard the words but I didn’t know if I could trust him or not. I had to wait and see.
It must’ve been way late when we got there. No form of lighting around the area. It was good for filming, but I needed certain equipment in order to record.
Careful, Lovely. Something evil is afoot, but I am not sure what yet. You should settle somewhere away from this area until I know more.
There she was again. In my head. I didn’t know if I liked it or not. I kept thinking that I should be like everybody else and go see a therapist for this. Then again, people would call me crazy, or even go so far as to call me insane.
Someone touched my shoulder and I jumped as a result.
“Easy. Easy. Just me. There’s nothing around here. We would have to go back to the closest place that has some form of residence. That was back about five miles. So, we’ll go there and find a place to stay.”
I was fine with that. Once we got moving again, I watched the street lights. We pulled into the parking lot of an old hotel, blinking neon sign and all. We walked in together and I about puked. Bleach white and pukey pink color theme? Oh God. It was the only place and it shouldn’t take too long. I hoped.
We were lucky and there were two rooms available. We were right across from one another so it wasn’t too hard to find each other.
I couldn’t sleep because I wondered if Glen was out there watching me. I turned on the TV to have background noise. Otherwise, I sat on the bed and waited until the sun popped up.
I called Mom and told her I found a place to stay. I didn’t know for how long though. I hung up and got cleaned up. I grabbed the cameo and put it in my pocket. At the same time praying I wouldn’t stick myself.
I knocked on David’s door and he opened it. “Morning. Back in a minute.” He closed the door.
It didn’t seem to be a busy hotel without anyone or anything making noise. It would’ve been obvious if Glen showed up with his Harley and how he enjoys revving it up. I hated it when he did that which was why he did it.
We got back in the car and returned to the town. The buildings were still up and the shoes were still there. Other than that, nothing. I couldn’t even get anybody’s side of the story because there was nobody there.
I have investigated this area and it seems to come from the mining area. Novice magic goers opened a doorway they failed to close. As such, it left a passageway to this world to steal everybody’s soul. The people of this area became a victim of this demon. That is why nobody is here.
It had to be Celeste. As for the information, part of that I already knew. The other part I wasn’t sure how to classify. I kept looking around and nothing was there. Not a damned thing. I would pack up and leave, but it wasn’t my call to make.
“OK. It’s sorta hard to investigate an area when there’s no people around. I already tried asking the staff of the hotel, and they didn’t know anything. I don’t know.”
Don’t touch the shoes. There is a spell that could be cast to steal one’s soul. Shoes are a part of that spell.
I watched as David pulled down a pair from the wire. He didn’t put them on his feet, the shoes looked too small, but in the process it landed on his hand. He took it off and hung it from the wire again.
David looked at me and his eyes changed. He wore sunglasses to protect his eyes, but I saw them when we met again before we left the hotel. He still had his sunglasses off and they turned blank. Glen’s were brown and they turned black whenever he felt like being mean. David’s were blank. Something happened.
His soul was taken.
I needed to get in there.
I cannot, not without risking your life. Nevermind the amount of energy it would take to do that.
Please, Celeste. He has a full and happy family. My life isn’t worth saving.
We will talk about that later. I will return when I am ready. This is going to take time.
I fluttered my lips. There was nothing else to do. The time it took to look around was about ten minutes. She still didn’t come back to me.
I went back to the car to see if there were any snacks. A stale granola bar lurked under the seat. I ate the granola bar and found a bush after that.
Night had fallen and still nothing. I couldn’t sleep not even a nap. Not that I expected to.
Hannah, Love, I found a spell to get you in so you can get his soul back. The thing you have to remember is to get in, retrieve, and leave or you too will be trapped. There is not much time.
The next thing I saw was the same town, except this one had people in it. They walked up and down the path. Nobody responded when I tried to get their attention.
I walked into a building, and there he was, sitting at the bar. I wasn’t sure what he was drinking, but it wasn’t anything I knew. It was black, not dark brown, but black. Every time he took a drink, his eyes turned even more white. So if I wanted him to come with I had to get the drink away from him. Yeah, good luck with that.
He wasn’t Glen but he wasnt himself either. Maybe if I knocked it over. If I did it sly enough, maybe he wouldn’t notice.
He rested his head on the bar, and I took that opportunity to knock over his drink. It sort of moved on its own and went back into the glass like a blob. Crap. So now what.
Darkness couldn’t exist with light. The problem was there were no windows. Maybe a flashlight would work though. No flashlights but there was a candle. If I tunneled the light so it would hit the blob stuff maybe it would be enough.
I hear you, Lovely. Be careful.
I brought the candle closer to the glass and it changed into weird shades of green and purple. The last thing it did was turn white. I looked at David’s eyes and they were still white. If I made him drink it, maybe that would do it. I had to try something. I felt my body start to pull away from this world.
I force fed David the drink and pulled him away from the bar. The more we moved, the more I felt David running with me.
In a poof and a flash we reappeared in our world. I could tell that because the car was there. David collapsed on the ground. He was heavy but there wasn’t any other choice. I was able to get him on to the backseat and went back to the hotel.
It might be kinda funny if I tried to get him back to the room. On the other hand, nobody strolled the halls. This was going to be awkward.
I parked the car by the door. The building provided shade and there was a push button to open the doors. Both helped. I dragged him all the way to our room, not easy but it had to be done, and pulled him into my room.
“Oh, God. If you’re listening, please help him. He’s one of the good ones. Please?”
I sat on the chair, and took a last glance before I went to the lobby to see if they had a snack machine. I didn’t want to leave him for very long.
I found chips and a soda. That was fine. It was food.
I came back to my room and he still laid in the same position. I put my food on the table and went back to him. I tried something I swore I would never do because the one time I tried it, it put me in the ER.
I laid down on the floor and put my arms around him. I told him everything. Everything including the cameo. I hoped he wouldn’t tell anybody but it was too late to take it back. “I told you almost everything about me. I can’t tell you my ultimate secret though. I can’t.”
“Why?” He groaned.
What? He’s awake? Oh my God. “David?”
“Hmm?”
Celeste, if you’re there. Thank you. Rest well.
“David, I think we’re done with this place.”
“Not by half, Sweetie.” He groaned again and curled up with me on the floor.
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