1 The Past in the White-Point-Garden

Charles "Are you sure we are in the right area" Jacob with a strained voice "Yes I'm positive we are on meeting street right?" Charles "No we are on ebattery!", just then the truck began to shutter and slow down and die. Jacob "Damit all!", I pull over to the curb. Charles in a loud tone "Well that's just Bloody great we are stuck here in the freezing snow at 7:30 at night with no way to call someone to help!". Jacob in an irked tone "Well if you just listen to me we would not be here!". I walk out and slam the truck's door and walk to a statue in front of some snow-covered trees. "To The Confederate Defenders Of Charleston—Fort Sumter 1861-1865, Count Them Happy Who For Their Faith And Their Courage Endured A Great Fight.". Jacob coming out of the truck "Ya that's what it says, no need to read it allowed." I looked around at the white snow that covered the trees with the smell of fast food around the park and at how Jacob's copper hair and bad choice of cologne stood out amongst it. Jacob "Maybe a night runner has a phone we can use!".Charles "Well it won't hurt to look now will it?" with his arms crossed. Jacob "Look sorry for yelling, but you yelled first!" he said with a finger pointed at me. Charles "I'll apologize once we are out of the bloody cold and have a hot meal.".

We have been walking on a snow-covered path for a while and suddenly a gazebo came into view, it still smells of fast food. I suddenly heard a BOOM. Charles "What in the bloody hell was that?". Another BOOM rang in the night. Jacob "I don't know, but I think we should run!" the explosions were defining I could not hear my own footsteps let alone Jacob's. The explosions eventually stopped. Charles"I think the bloody "Firecrackers" are over." we are under a gazebo with what looked like flowers around. I turned around, Charles "Jacob?". Nothing except silence answered, not even the crickets were making a noise. Charles "Jacob?". He was just behind me. Charles "JACOB!". Silence ringed in my ears. Charles "JACOB this is not funny you barking spoon where the hell are you?". Still, silence rang in my ears then I heard footsteps but they sound like they are from an old tv. A boy who looked like he was thirteen and had sandy color hair and looked like a washout photo and wore what looked like an army uniform from a museum and carrying a gun that looked like a musket.

I ignored that he had a gun. Charles " Have you seen a seventeen-year-old boy who has copper hair is six feet tall and is wearing glasses?" the boy looked at me with what looked like a surprise "The living aren't supposed to be here!". Charles "What in the, you know what I don't care have you seen someone like me then?". The boy looked like he was shocked at my response "There are more of the living? This is not good, Oh this is not good, I'm John, you sad copper hair, and glasses?". Charles "Yes." I was hoping he had but by the look, he was giving me Jacob did not ring a bell. John "When did you lose him?". Just then a volley of explosions fired in the distance, John looked like this was a normal thing. Charles "Holy hell, how are you not shaking in your boots?". John looked annoyed "Answer the question, me not shaking in my boots is the least of your worries if you care for your friend.". Charles looking scared "I lost him about a short run north of here and what do you mean by that should be the least of my worries?". John started to jog towards the north path "I mean the dead can kill the living tonight." emphasizing his gun.

John stopped where the path split which I did not see when me and Jacob ran through. John "I'm guessing you did not run off the path?" I huffing "No.". John looked at me with a type of pity I've never seen. Charles "Ok so I'm a little out of shape doesn't mean a thing.". John with a wave of anger on his face "It does when it is you running from an ambush with your friend's innards all over your face! ".John looking like I had hit him square in the jaw "Look the sooner we find your friend the sooner you can leave.". He preceded to jog off the path towards snowy boot prints. Charles "Look I'm sorry about that but what do you mean by the living and the dead?". John not even looking at me "Exactly what it sounds like I am dead and you and your friend are alive for now.". Charles "So you could kill me?", john sounding irked "Yes but if I did I would be more see-thru and have less humanity.". Charles "Ok do you have something I can defend myself with." John still sounding irked "Not unless you have an item important to them when they were living, the living can't hurt the dead otherwise. ". Charles "Whoever made the rules must hate the living," jut then john stopped and put his finger to his lips. In Front of us was a clearing with up to 30 almost see-thru things with snow falling through them.

The place smelled of gunpowder and of a faint smell of iron. They all were screaming different things which all jumbled together but at the center of the crowd was Jacob with a noose around his head which was attached to one of the snowy trees and he was on a black horse that had the look like john. I whisper to john "What in the holy hell are we going to do." John looked panicked "I don't know, maybe I can fight a few but not thirty!".we had to do something. Charles looking at John musket "Can you shoot the noose?". John looked at me like I was crazy "yes but what good does that do?". Charles "Just shoot it ok I'll go around to the back of the crowd where there are less and jump on the horse and ride to you ok, good.". I did not look at him through his face must have looked like I just said the craziest thing ever. I ran around the mobe, hoping to not be seen, to where I could not see jacobs face and then a kaboom rang out and I saw the noose was riped not broken. The mob was quiet and was looking at each other and at Jacob then the uproar of the mob contented then another kaboom rang out and hit the noose. I ran out and I could tell the ghost were shocked as I clamored up the horse that is when the mob finally realized what was happening and charged. I grappled for the reigns. Once I had reached around Jacob and grabbed the reigns, I charged through them towards where I had come from. Charly " Jacob mind grabbing the sandy-haired boy". Jacob was too shocked to ask why after almost being hung grabbed John's outstretched hand

John was holding on the side of the saddle. Charles "John this is Jacob, Jacob this is John the ghost.". John looks at me with a "really face" "I don't think this is the time for introducing, now hand me those reigns.". Charles "How about no because of the angry mob?". Both John and Jacob look back at the stampede of pissed off, see-through ghosts. Jacob was bruised and battered on his face and neck smelled of old musty rope and his cologne was weaker Jacob "Uh who's the trick-or-treater". John who finally clamored behind me and was riding behind the saddle and holding my waist, "What the hell is a trick-or-treater". Jacob looking confused. "this is a joke right they weren't going to hang me were they?". Suddenly the mob stopped following us. John looks surprised and saddened. Jacob " so the prank is over, right?". John put something around my neck "It was fun knowing you and I'm glad you were able to save your friend".suddenly the horse and john disappeared along with the mob. Me and Jacob fell to the snowy path with a thud. The sun was coming up. I could no longer smell iron or gunpowder Jacob clearly confused "what the bloody dickens just happen?". Charles " A story that if told to the wrong person would end us up in hotel California.". Jacob suddenly understanding and just sat quietly. Jacob eventually looked at me with a puzzled look "What is that around your neck.". I look down to see a silver necklace with a locket on it with some black spots on it I opened the locket, it showed a faded photo of John with a boy who had the same uniform and gun, both were smiling with strain. Charles "There all gone". Jacob "Ya guess you and I have a story to swap?". Charles with a saddened face "I guess we do".