[The Story of Minnesota and Iceland - 2001]
I have heard or read that "the dead are dead and let them die." In fact, I think, I will, but the dead will die much, I will learn soon [they all laughed, As I said]. My name is Jonathan Fable.
I saw what I saw. They marched toward the sea along a low road. These ghostly figures were like serious faces, the soul of the earth, the air and the water, the march of the veterans; I was surprised to see the phantom Ghost, tonight on the coast of Iceland, I came here from Minnesota, visited, one weekend, left my tenant alone, I have twenty-one tenants I rented my house in this Capitol city, Reykjavik Besides, I chose 21 families this time, and I often spend a long weekend, or a short weekend, and few people come to Iceland. I am forty miles away on the cliff; at this point, I walk with them on this road to the sea - the dead!
I can see these shapes, shining through the ocean, rocks and cliffs under the moonlight; their eyes are severe, without blinks or lids, with unusual gray ghosts, and the lights illuminate the deep red eyes. Long, thick hair, some bare, some old clothes, some almost like demons, all look primitive, some even prime time tails, so it looks like a slave, Moor, Crusaders [ From the 11th century], barbarians, even some World War I soldiers, some Saxons, Romans and Greeks; everyone marched toward the sea as if they had lost, and now they have found it.
Someone led them, extending a few hundred feet on this long thin line, perhaps two hundred to three hundred feet. Leading them looks realistic, I saw him turn a few times and see him briefly; a person may be one of the great wars of the past, he looks like a warrior. I am a veteran myself, and Vietnam is my war. It's all weird, why can I see them? I am terrified. I told myself: Before I left, I thought of something that fell into something that made me regret.
The head of the main leader looked back at me again as if he was trying to see if I followed him, so I could see the dead, but for whatever reason I was not sure, and as a result, he stopped the group and I stopped. His eyes widened and he seemed to be surprised, as if he was surprised, I can see these so-called wandering spirits. Then he started again. Some of them looked at me; but they really paid little attention to me, just moving on.
I can't stop. I find myself walking with the dead. I can imagine it is a conspiracy, and to some extent, out of some magical power, some numbness and hypnotic power, I feel that I am the leader. It must be a wonderful uncertainty, so I rushed to the back of this long route, this group of ghostly souls, the bounds of the ocean.
Our feet are getting softer and softer and my knees are getting heavier and heavier. Then I started to hear the voice in my mind, as if the leader was talking to me, it was unusual - it was a joke that there was a porthole on the bottom of the sea to make the soul lost on the earth, I think it was their spirit, or according to I understand that their spiritual remnants were lost and are now discovered, so I later discovered that some people have lost centuries and have found a place that leads to one of the world. Obviously, the former scouts or reviewers are leading them to their destiny, leading to their next transcendence, and their new homes are revived.
In these two hundred speeches, the soul among them used a devil's whisper in various languages, and social conversations were talked to some extent. The closer I get to the sea, the more dim they become. When they reached the sea, the evening turned into a twilight, and the twilight turned into the night.
The air in the night is full of chill. It stares deeply at my bones. It is summer. I usually know that it is usually a hot night, but all these walks are dead. I think I am in the refrigerator, then there is One is still on the shore, because we are all standing on the stone - still looking at its endless waters.
The water receded and the soul quickly entered the sea, sinking into the water in a moment of time, with the current rebound. Next, I noticed that the blisters were soaking up, the soul was muttering, their voices echoed, and the vibrations in the air were filled with an unforgettable night atmosphere, and then I thought they must have found the door. Because there is a rock there that is silent around me, when I stand in the water, the tide recedes, but enters quickly.
Then the tide was like a black vulture, not repenting, swiping me from my feet, losing balance, falling into the sea, because it covered, took a breath, found my feet upright, the tides moved out again but when I went to move When I found myself buried in the sand by the sand, I knew that the tide would quickly reverse, come back, and be close to me. It was the man staring at me, the man who was with me, the one who led them, to them. The position of the porthole, when he spoke, his voice was the kind of voice I heard in my mind, the voice screaming at me, as if it let me out, seeing if I could see the dead, you Unspeakable sound, a different dimension of sound:
"You will be perfect," he said to me, as if he had designed my future. Then he added, "You can see the dead, not many of us can, you are a few...!"
To say the least, I am confused by all these events; my thoughts are in a chaotic rotation. It is almost impossible to believe this man. He said that he walked with the deceased, but saw that he believed. I not only saw it, but I accompanied him with them into their portholes into the sea. From this point on the earth, I joined the deceased. Beyond those who are left for any reason. I repeat, I saw it with my own eyes, so what can I say? I even thought about it, it was a dream [I really suffer from lack of enough sleep but the situation is not the case], then I began to think, what is next, why he would not let me down? I mean I can hear the tide coming in. What did he want to do with me after the conversation?
"You are my substitute," he said humorously, but facing the serious expression made me believe that he meant what he said. Then he said, "If you agree, I will pull you out of the sand. If not, you will join the next group instead of leading them, but you will be one of them."
What can I do, I mean, I am his pity, I agree, I thought for a while, I have to sign in the blood, but it is not the case, he said, "Your words are very good, just like your soul. And the soul I see is good. If you are embarrassed about this duty, I will come to you, find you out, and retrain you where you find you."
Then like a worm stuck in a hole, he easily threw me out and I found myself standing next to him.
Then he told me that he had been with the dead for more than 150 years, and before him, there was another person, another person in front of him, who had been returning to the Vikings, and then some people. .
After a few minutes I didn't say anything more, let him explain his feelings to me, look at the flames in his eyes, as if he was tired of the job and hope to continue living elsewhere. I thought that his conversation must be close to 200 years old. He essentially told me that I must stay here, find a job in the city, come here at night, I must be here to meet the lost souls and lead them to their portholes in the sea every night. This is my job before finding alternatives.
"You have a gift," he concluded. "You must use it for the next hundred or so years, and die. How can they find the way to the portholes of the sea?"
Frankly, I don't care, I want to leave there and start walking away.
"Wait a minute," he said. "If you leave, I will have to put you back where I dug you! I just saved you from replacing me."
I didn't know what I was thinking at the time. I think I will start next year, or after I start working again in Minnesota, but he hopes that I can be responsible at this moment.
Revenge is very sweet. I think, now he threatened me, but I didn't pay him, and in the lightning, something hit me from behind, on the head, when I woke up, I went back to my beach. In a narrow place, the trend is coming, I mean to come quickly, it is coming, I can hear it, and the old man stands on me like a prison guard with a smile on his face.
"That is really the people I remember, because when I woke up, I was with you, standing in this porthole, waiting, he didn't believe I would do what I said, I wouldn't do it, I think I I will do what he wants me to do, to be honest."
Then all the newcomers, who started to laugh at me, all died, surrounded me in the depths of my sea. When we waited for the porthole to open, we all laughed, because the old man bought more people, after loading and loading .
Written on April 18, 2007 / edited 4-21-2007, re-edited in August 2008.
Orignal From: "Peer with the Dead" (a short supernatural story from Iceland) adapted in August 2008
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