Ghost Hill

Moving in i knew that this town was bad news.
When dad sad we would move to "Ghost Hill" for his work i thought he was joking.
Ghost Hill.
Who named this city?

The day we moved in i knew what why it was called "Ghost Hill".
The town was a cluster of old looking houses in disorganized streets.
Some of the houses were settled on small hills which looked like they were build together with the houses. And if a house wants a hill of its own it has a hill of its own.

The only thing i could not figure out was who lived here or what dad would be doing here.

The town looked abandoned.

Dad said he would maintain the houses for this corporation he was working for.

Dad had been out of a job for 2 years after moms disappearance.
He send out resume after resume who got all rejected.
We lived from the money we had saved up for my college.
Than this corporation has approached my dad with some strange job he did for them.
He never talked about that job or the corporation, but this company was what saved us.

Dad worked with them a few years and i moved from town to town with him.
Always following wherever "Cataclysm International" wanted my dad.
When i looked into the group i found out that they were a wide spreed company in plastic, microelectronics and entertainment.

For some reason there was not much press about them.

With a name like Cataclysm i had expected doomsday machines and secret underground bases filed with monsters.

Our house was a surprisingly modern house (on a hill).
Dad told me that thees were movie sets that Cataclysm had set up here for a theme park, but the project was on hold do to security risks.
He mumbled something about woodworm's and ants.

We started unpacking.
When I said dad i would go look for some shop to buy dinner he got pale and said that the Company was very secretive about this place and that the shops would most likely not have
opened.
He went to the car and pulled out some cans.
We surprisingly had electricity here.
Apparently we had a generator in the basement.

When we finished with unpacking we fell into our beds like rocks.
In the middle of the night i awoke with a shiver.
Some of the houses of the city had the lights on.
The wind made quite the noise outside, like the howling of hundreds of restless souls.

Dad was talking to someone downstairs.
I went down to check if he had gotten the phone lines working or found a spot with mobile reception.
Dad was arguing with a man in a red suit.
He looked like his hairs were pieces of ripped flesh.
My dad throw him out of the house as if it was normal for him to get visitors looking like they were freshly murdered or dressing up in Halloween costumes in November.

I hesitated to go down and ask him.
He looked like he had just ran a few miles to many.
He hated talking about his job and what else could that thing be at this time in the middle of nowhere, in a park of Cataclysm International.
I went back to bed and the next morning thought i only dreamed the Visitor in the night.

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