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Arlie Lippett Survives Ghost Town Weekend
By The Filigree
Arlie Lippett has braved Mosegin for an entire weekend and come out in one piece on 2 feet to tell his story.
After, the weekend Lock-in in one of the most severely haunted places in the caverns that saw dozens of others come running terrified out with flailing arms, Lippett calmly walked out with his serene expression and wondered at all the commotion. He mumbled something about ‘not minding a glass of water, thank you’ and then said quickly that Mosegin was a gorgeous little town and that he wouldn’t mind taking up there permanently. A pulse ran through the shocked crowd that gathered around him and gasps were heard. After Arlie was made comfortable and taken to a quiet tearoom and filled with all the sorts of treats one would imagine is craved after an atrocious trial, Mr. Lippett soon began to unfold his tale.
‘At first there were lots of people and the caves were dark and purplish at that time. We all had a time of it, talking together. Must have been about 50 of us. Mosegin was beautiful. All of the little town is carved out in the side of the caves and mixing with the stalactites and mites. Never seen anything like that. Little windy roads and houses with pretty porches that looked over the lagoons. I never really did feel scared but I could see the others were feeling antsy, not everyone, ‘course. We made our way to the top of the town where Inns had been prepared for us. We whispered a bit about Timmy. About the Legend, how he was scared off from the town and fell down one of the cave tunnels and starved to death. You could see each time we walked by a dark hole everyone was wondering. Bats flapped way above and startled most of us. We weren’t expecting that. Mosegin is a quiet place. The Inns were nice and cozy. We all got settled and then made plans to cook for the evening, make a bonfire near the waters. Well, it didn’t take long for the first girl to find a tooth. The legend is real alright. Teeth started popping up. I even found one, but it didn’t scare me. It was a human tooth and well, I have a collection of those. We lost a few of the weekenders there. They left, disgusted and frightened. Others had to escort them. The rest of us met at the fires. Then we heard it. A moist laughing and then someone got slapped hard across the face. Couldn’t see anything just heard it. They left, too. I heard the laughing. Sounded like a crazy person and then I started feeling the breathing, warm in my ear. I just kept starin’ on. I know how ghosts are and poltergeists, too. Just desperate for attention. I figured let him have fun with the others. He’d be wasting his time with me and I think he knew that. The others were more fun. I just cooked my vegetables and stared away. Some people were falling right into his trap and getting terrorized. Ripping their hair out with fear when a tooth would fall on them or their plate would fly out of their hands. Old tricks. Classic ones at that. But there were others like me that had seen it before. You could tell the ones with experience. We just got on with our tasks at hand and ignored them. By this point, we had gotten rid of all the real scaredy pants that had no place being there at all. That was Ghost Town 101. Now our group had been cut in half. Now the games were gonna seriously begin and we knew that.
Things were quiet for an hour or so and we headed back to our rooms to await the long night. It started as we were safely all in our beds. Long nails scratching at walls, at metal, at anything. Clicking and tapping. Sheets were ripped off. Big bangs and the sound of nails dropping. All those things are fine and we expected them but the more it continues the more you start to lose it. It rained teeth on me. Slowly at first like big rain drops and then it poured. I kept my head under my pillow and tried to sleep until my pillow was yanked out from under my nose. More laughing in my ear. I heard several screams from the other rooms. I sat up and started talking to Timmy. I told him that I would try to help him and my bed started to move. It got lifted up and then smashed again against the floor. Then he left. He was busy that night. I heard plenty of horrified screams echo through the caves. I figured one by one they’d all leave. You could hear footsteps beyond my window. I wondered how many were left. Next morning, Timmy startled me with his toothless grin looking at me over my shoulder in the mirror. At breakfast, there were only 10 left and it was only Sat. morning. He was good alright. We discussed the Legend in detail. What had they said? He was a freak prior to the ousting? Why was he a freak? Just because he had no teeth? Where were his teeth? That last question got me to thinking. I was going to go by the library and do a little research. Anyone who wanted to join me was welcome. Fortunately, everyone did.
It was like a time warp in the library. Everything was covered in a thick dust and it looked like no one had ventured in there in a hundred years. Probably hadn’t either. We poured over public records and scanned archives for details of Timmy. There wasn’t a soul called Toothless Timmy and I think we knew that. But how to find his name? Old newspapers. Crumbling but still visible. We started flipping their delicate pages. Believe it or not, it wasn’t long before a front page blared out at us, ‘Timothy Skeen turning Toothless to pay off Debts’. The story unfolded a tale of a gambler that after all the money was gone, gambled with his own teeth and when he started gambling on his limbs, the town got rid of him. They ran him off and he was never seen again. That’s when the rumors began that he fell down a long dark cave hole and starved, dreaming about revenge when death came.
We fell silent. But Timmy didn’t. Books started flying off the shelves and we high tailed it out of there. It was then, when one of the others got picked up high and taken out of over the waters and dropped. She swam for her life back to shore ----But she immediately packed up her things and left with another 2 that had tired of Timmy’s antics. We were down to 8 and a couple of hours passed and then the fires began. They erupted all around us and we could feel the heat. The popping, booming sound of the flames were slowly engulfing us. The others were screaming and desperate to get out of the circle but I knew something and was surprised that they didn’t know it, too. A ghost can’t really hurt you. A poltergeist as much as he would like cannot either. So I stayed and waited for the hallucination to pass but the others rushed through the illusion of fire and ran out of Mosegin. I was alone. That was fine by me because I had a plan. I went to my room and opened my satchel. In the side pocket was something I always carried with me: Cards. I started shuffling them. The smell of the cards can be overpowering if you love them. As I shuffled their scent floated out into the room. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Timmy arrived and sure enough, the room got icy. We started with Gin Rummy. I dealt out the cards and started to play. He responded right away. I had him right where I wanted him but I also had a worthy opponent. He beat me at Rummy, that first game. And we played some more. We shuffled and bet and played that night away. We even played poker and made lots of bets and he kept a careful record of what I owed him and I knew what it was. As a matter of fact that’s why I came out of Mosegin, y’see I’ve always collected teeth and I have a pretty nice collection, if I do say so myself. Not as nice and as many as Timmy’s but I’m gonna keep on playin’ til I get all of his. I’m due back in Mosegin with these: A velvet sack chok full of thousands of teeth from an array of different creatures. ‘Wait til he sees ‘em! Lippett chuckled.