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Legends Of Minstrels - Leviathan (12) - Cold Caress (Cassette)


When I noticed a flicker from the middle room in my right peripheral vision as I was chopping out doughnuts on the massive butcher-block table in the back room, I turned to look but saw nothing. It happened again a few minutes later, and again my direct gaze showed an empty middle room.

I said nothing to Sapphora and forgot about it. For that night. But the next night, and the one after that, I kept seeing motion across the middle room, a sense of something moving very fast at an angle from the ovens toward the far wall.

It was nothing I could catch in time to get a clear look. By the third night, I had figured out it would stop by the time we took our lunch break at 2 a. I was scared, confused, and too embarrassed to bring it up to Sapphora. A few nights later, I was frying with my back to Sapphora, who was cutting cinnarmon buns from a long roll with a bucher knife, working at her usual clip.

I helped her to the grotty bathroom, where we washed her wound, decided it didn't need stitches not that we had insurance anywayand I bandaged it thickly. She hesitated when it was time to walk back into the middle room. It caught me off guard tonight at the wrong moment.

From the ovens? For the last week or two. Not when you worked with the guy? And not when I've helped Brad on the day shift, but then it's a zoo then in the middle room, anyhow. What -- what do you see? It's like a person, a short person. But not solid. And fast, she's really fast. Or the collective. Let's do some research about the building, maybe at the library. We went back to work, temporarily cheerful from the relief of a shared visitation. On Saturday I went to the library and dug around but turned up nothing -- I didn't have my research skills yet.

Sapphora went to the bakery for her check and chatted casually with Brad, finding out when the building had been constructed and examining a few old photos he had of its interior from the turn of the century. We learned the ovens had not been in place long, another room used to occupy that space, and the far brick wall next to the back door also used to have an opening into a section of the bulding that had now been torn down, where the parking lot was now.

We had verified for ourselves the path taken by the ghost. It was, in fact, a woman, short. She was see-through and seemed oblivious to our presence. She emerged from the ovens at a near run, her thin shoulders hunched and her arms in front of her as if she was carrying something heavy, something not visible to us. She scurried across Legends Of Minstrels - Leviathan (12) - Cold Caress (Cassette) room and melted into the brick wall.

Sapphora said she thought the ghost had been pulled forth by our "woman energy". She professed to not be scared of it any more. But I sure as fuck was. I didn't go into the middle room without stopping to look at the ovens first, to make sure I wouldn't collide with her. Or whatever such an interception would be -- the idea of her passing through me made me sick to my stomach. A couple of nights later, Sapphora asked me to mix the custard for the eclairs.

This involved carrying a 50 lb bag of yellow "mix" up from the basement, dumping it in the Hobart with a few gallons of milk from the walk-in, and standing at the giant floor mixer to turn it off and scrape down the bowl sides intermittently as the custard congealed.

It was hypnotic watching the two-foot-long beaters rotate, and I stood there, leaning against the top of the Hobart, mesmerized and forgetting that the ghost's track went right beside me. Until I felt a chill and a swish on the left. I was looking down, and I saw her feet, the hem of her apron and dress, pass inches from my own feet. Her shoes had high tops and were buttoned up, presumably black leather although the only color to her was grey-white, semi-transparent.

Her apron corner gave a small flip from motion as it vanished into the bricks beside the Hobart. I stood up, icy from terror. I walked numbly into the back room and said "You have to finish the custard. I'm not going back out there. A week later, disaster struck. Brad announced with the off season, he didn't have enough pastry orders to justify keeping us both on the night shift. Come mid October, he was moving Sapphora to bread-making at dawn with him and I'd have to do the night shift on my own.

She doesn't know she's dead. I didn't have an alternative, I was lucky to be kept on the job at all. I started entering the cold middle room from the back door each night trembling with fear. I made sure I had no reason at all to leave the back room between 1 and 2 a. I had Alix and Stevie to keep me company, and I began Legends Of Minstrels - Leviathan (12) - Cold Caress (Cassette) myself minute steaks at each night -- never got tired of steak.

My not-quite-opaque coworker kept to herself, running her trays across the room during her witching hour. A couple of weeks later, past midnight, I heard pounding on the back door. It was the two dykes from Pagosa Springs, who had stayed in town for a performance and were going to crash in town because the roads were so bad. They decided to come visit me and cadge some coffee. They served themselves and returned to the back room where I was frosting maple raised with deft twists of my wrist.

Pauley stood leaned against a shelf and Sue hopped up to sit on the end of the butcher block table as they told me about their evening's entertainment. All of a sudden, Sue swore and leaped down from the table. I wasn't sure what to do. Sapphora and I had steadfastly kept our secret. But Sue was a loose cannon, and when she picked up a heavy rolling pin, I said "There's nobody out there.

I told them all about it. They kept waiting for the punchline. Sue began to look wall-eyed, and when Pauley saw the ghost again a few minutes later, they abruptly left. Our whole circle of friends knew about the ghost by noon the next day.

I gained a little cachet among those who believed the ghost was real for my guts at working alone with it each night. I kept to my avoidance and it was just another part of the schedule, like timing the rising of dough. Until one night in November, when I sat down Legends Of Minstrels - Leviathan (12) - Cold Caress (Cassette) the little staff table in the middle room at for my usual steak and potatoes.

My back was to the ghost's path but I was a dozen feet away from her trajectory and the active hour was past. As I lifted a forkful of food to my mouth, I heard a long exhaled breath directly behind my right ear. Nothing there, of course. I carried my food to the back room and ate standing up.

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