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
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.

Dad had made some scrambled eggs for breakfast.
He smiled at me.
"I found a store this morning. Seams like we are not the only people here."
Dad was right.
It almost looked like a town now.
There were kids in costumes running around and now there were sounds all around.
The old houses looked almost inviting and comfy.
I found the store my father had talked about.
It was more of a niche in a building that looked like a church from the outside, but as soon as you stepped throw the door you could see the things that were of.
The electronics and monitors on the walls were the first sine that this was not a conservative church.
The priest that ran the store looked like a normal priest until you saw his legs or arms.
First they looked like he was just wrinkly, but than you saw the synthetic nature of his skin.
This man was a walking, talking and very polite prosthetic.
When i asked him about it he started telling me about the wonders of god and technologie while he sometimes confused the two, as if technologie was his god.
When i asked him about the town he became…
it was not quite nerves, more like shame.
"There was something the CI, no, he did. This town is a way of easing his guild.
He wronged them all, but in this town the dead can live.
We are all ghosts here. Maybe more real than what lays outside of this city."
He shaked his head.
He had noticed my dad standing in the doorway.
"The rambling of a broken servant of god."

Even if we were well into walking distance of the church dad had come with the car.
"The guys of the Cataclysm are strange people and they employ strange people. Its what they do."

we spend the rest of the day unpacking.

I heard dad leave the house that night.
He was heading for the church.
I slipped into some clothe and followed him.

Dad was talking with the priest, which seamed to still be up at this late hour.
I could not hear there exact words but the word Technologie and Chaos fell a lot.

This was not what dad would do. Sure, he did not like talking about his work but now he was going out of his way hiding it from me.
The night was getting colder by the minute.
Dad and the priest had leafed to god knows where.
Hands in my pockets i marched back to our new home.
It seamed like the houses were empty again.
The windows, like lifeless eyes starring at me all the way home.
Than i heard a growl and moments later the night was filled with screams.
I ran into the house and slammed the door behind me.
Only the old clock was ringing.
I looked down on my phone.
Exactly midnight.
I opened the door again and the screaming was back.
There weren't as many voices still screaming and thous how did went silent one by one.
I saw some lights flashing throwout the streets and than i noticed something.
There was no one else on the streets, no one, even the windows of the houses staid dark.
I was still torn whether to go search for dad or stay in the house and try blocking all the doors, when i heard it.
Than i heard the engine of our car.
Dad was coming home.
I went back in side and seated myself on the chough.
Dad had some explaining to do.

When i sat down i noticed the hat.
On the sofa there was a white hat.
When i had leaved that thing was not there for certain.

Then dad walked in.
His clothe were torn and burned.
He fell uncontentious the moment he closed the door with the three locks.
One moment i was glad i did not followed him, i would be stuck outside now.
I only had chills for a moment.
I felled guilty even thou there was nothing i could have done.
I could have tried to bring dad to the sofa to have better light to attend to his wounds, but i didn't wanted to touch him in case his wounds would burst open.
I patched him up as best as i could with our first aid kid we had in the house.
I could have gone outside to get the one from the car to, but that seamed like suicide to me at the time.
When i went to wash my hands to get the ashes of my fingers i heard a clicking.
When i returned dad was gone as was the hat.

I awoke the next day with a sharp knocking on the front door.
With the sun out i mustered up the curage to go to the door and look outside.
The streats of the town were buissy as if the last evening never happened.
The man in the white siut that stood infront of our door wore the hat and a logo reading CI in red on black.
This guy was from Cataclysem.
I opened the door leafing the chain lock closed.
The man looked at me with a hard to read expression, befor i had spoken a word the man had already answered my question.
"Your Father is save. We had a meeting arranged yesterday. He showed up, but not like i would have expected. I imidiatly brougth him into a hospital. As this is a work related insury we will cover all nessesary treatment."

With a cold expression the man turned to leave.

Me struggeling to get the chain open shouted something like:"What was that last night? Were is he?"

"There was a breach in one of our instalations. Insects. They activated parts of our securety system and an unfinished atraction.
Be assured that i will make sure to informe you on further developments."

The man had not even turned around.

When i finally could leave the house the man in the siut was gone.

I had not seen a car drive of so i assumed he had parked nearby.
While running down the streat i saw the man walking on the side walk.
Placing myself behind corneres i followed the man.
He walked into a part of town i had not seen until now.
A large chunk of the road was damaged.
Something big and heavy had been draged here.
The houses were damaged and the house the man was walking towords looked like it had reacently been on fire.

The man made a sharp turn and picked up a briefcase from a side ally, before going into the middle of the streat.
He opened the case and drow something like a walking stick out of the case.
The inside of the case smoked like it had been cold, but the staf did not smoke.
I heard the man make a series of clicking noises and the ground began to shack ever so slightly.

Than i knew what was up.
Out of the burned building a worm rose.
Its skin riddled with bruses and burnmarks.
That thing was more like a underground train than a creature under the sun.

The man in the middle of the streat raised the staff, i saw a metalick glitter from the handle, than the handle grow.
Becoming at least twice as long as the staff and at least three times thicker.
From my hiding spot i stared at the scean unfoalding.
The man, still holding the staff in one hand jumped at least 6 meters into the air and slashed out aginst the worm deviding its head in half.

The sword had left a metalic glitter on the creatur and the metal was now eating away at the creature.
The creatur expelled the matterial that was covered with the stuff the blade had produced.
The worm droped the two halfs of its former head each becoming its own worm.

The sword of the man pulsated, shifting its form becoming more fluid like.
Dropps of the swords blade falling on the ground where the sword started to cover the ground around the worms.

The man jumped again, this time i could see that he was catapulted upwards by the liquids of his blade expending under him. He struck the three worms withe strikes from above while decending onto each one.

The worms lead out some kind of scream of agony, befor fully melting in the metal.

The blade and the metal on the streat started twisting and taking the shape of the damaged caused to the streat.

The man with the sword directed the metal with the staff like a dirigent.
Before my eyes all damage on streat and houses was filled up by metal that than took the normal struckture of whatever it was fixing.

Only now i noticed that it had become colder throwout the streat.

The staff handle returned into the metal ball it once was and the man placed the staff back in the suitcase.

The streat now looked like any other part of town.

For a moment i saw him directly staring at me, smiling, but still with theas cold eyes.
I duged back into cover.
When i looked back up the man was gone.

I could have just turned and go back to our house, but the silence there would be unbarable.
So i turned to the house that just a few minutes prior had spawned a worm of unreasonable sice.

The front of the house had a sighn with a word inscriebt on it.

The moment i stepped from the streat onto the grounds of the house something changed.
The hill of the house was now bigger and the house itself seamed to have expended.
It looked like a mansion befor but now the house had at least trippeled in sice.

I turned to go back but the streat of "Ghost hill" was gone. The house was now sourounded by a forest going all the way to an iron gate at the end of a gravel way.
I stood at least 15 meters away from the gate.

I made a step towareds the gate and stood in "Ghost hill".

The voice of reason in the back of my head wispered: "Turn arround. You have seen movies.
There is no way going in there will help you."

I turned agine towardes the house.

"I have seen the Impossible. What ever is going on in this Town, they wont tell me.
I can eather live here not knowing or knowing."

The voice wispered back:"You have missed the othere option. If you die here what worth do the answeres give you?"

"Its brought day, nothing supernatural will be going on in there now."
I knew how stiupid this sounded.

I should not go there.

I stepped towardes the house.
Again i stood on the gravel path leading towardes the house.
I took another step towardes the house.
It became colder.
"I really should not go there."
I took another step.
Agine it became colder.

The voice was now almost audible "This is my last warning. Leave or dont, but dont come crying to me afterwardes."

I took a couple more steps.
I realised what was going on.
The closer i came to the house the darker the sunlight reaching the house.
Bevore i steped onto a small verand i looked back.
The gate had disappered in darkness behind me.
The house was compleatly dark.

I steped onto the verand.
The door befor me opend with a creaking noise.

I should run.
Run and dont look back.

Than i saw a light within the enterence hall.
Someone had placed a sightn there.
"You have permission to enter"

I steped throw the door, once i had made 2 stepps in the door closed with a creaking.

The sighn started to turn.
There was another message on the back.

"Welcome, this way, please"

The hallway to my right lide up in the light of neon tubes that had been crudly scrowwed into the walls of the house.

"Than show me what you got."

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