Run, Forest, Run
I blink. Once, twice, three times. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, hold for a moment or two before opening and rubbing them with clenched fists. But to no use. It is still before me. Have I been asleep? Am I dreaming? No, I am sure I have not been. Had to fight the urge to sleep but I have stayed awake.
I turn on my flashlight to dispel the pitch blackness. Nothing there. I flick the light off again because the last thing I want is to lose all the battery charge. There it, or he or she, is again. Large as life. Clear as--- well, clear as an apparition can be.
I am not crazy or losing my mind--yet. Someone suggested I may after working here long enough. But I have only been here a few weeks. Surely, they meant it would take longer than that. Am I that feeble minded?
What should a lowly watch person do when confronted with a... an apparition? Report it to the superiors? Investigate why it is here? Scream? That last option is my immediate inclination but what good would it do? No one is on this lower level to hear a wild woman watch person screaming. And I would be labeled crazy. Maybe crazy enough to lose my job. And I need this job.
This job pays more than the four jobs I had pieced together to pay the bills since my ex-husband deserted me and our four kids. Yes, I have to be away during the crucial evening hours. At least I have my mom to help out there. I had pursued this position all summer and spent weeks in training. I can't afford to throw that all out the window because some ghost-like apparition is crawling around among the two-foot pipes and three-foot wide vent boxes in the lower bowels of this gigantic energy plant.
It is an energy plant. One would think they would have a few light bulbs spaced around in these forgotten places. Oh, maybe they do but that is why I am sitting in front of this non-functioning door guarding sensitive areas replacing the alarm. Maybe the lights are out for the same reason the alarm is not working. I hope maintenance will show up soon. Its totally too dark down here for comfort.
Maybe those workers would know this guy. Looks like someone is holding up the peace sign above his head. I stand up from my folding chair and inch my way towards the phenomenon.
No, wait. Those are feathers. His muscular arms are crossed over his chest and he has a cape or a robe on. I startle myself. I recognize that stance. It is the same as the fifty-foot statue overlooking the picturesque view a few miles down the river from here. That's Chief Black Hawk, the Eternal Chief. Well, maybe a younger version when his hair was in feathers instead of braids. He was trying to win back his favorite hunting grounds here along the Rock River back in the 1830's. He was totally misunderstood and it started a famous war. The first skirmish won by the tribe was in close-by modern day Stillman Valley. A militia leader, Isaiah Stillman, had led the attack on the encampment then fled. The site was called Stillman Run.
Language was a barrier that led to the unfortunate encounter. Um, I wonder?
“Good evening, Chief.”
“Humph.”
“Do you understand me?”
“Umph.”
“My name is Mary. How do you do?”
“How.”
“I mean you no harm. I hope you mean me no harm, also.”
“Aa ee okee a.”
Oops. This is not going to be easy. What little I know about the Sauk native tribes of this area their language consisted of a few vowels and a handful of consonants. I don't know the interpretation. I may say the wrong thing and lose my scalp.
“Sorry for your loss.”
After many skirmishes in the region the chief had tried to send his non-combative women, children and elderly back across the Mississippi but they had nearly been annihilated by an armed steamboat. In the five month war 77 settlers, Illinois volunteer militia and regular U.S. Military had been killed but Black Hawk had lost more than half of his band of 1500 followers. It was all part of the effort to relocate the natives west of the mighty river. It was soon followed by The Trail of Tears caused by the Indian Removal Act when even more tribes from the east were pushed west with inadequate provisions and so many perished.
The defeat of this proud Native American Chief jump-started the political careers of several prominent men in history including twenty-three-year-old Abraham Lincoln part of the Illinois militia.
At this time I was sorry I didn't remember more of the history. My futile attempts of communicating with the iconic figure were ineffectual. I wanted to convey I sympathized with his plight and could understand his reluctance to move on from this place. He was still standing watch over the river and on this hallowed ground where this plant was planted.
Suddenly a light beamed in my face. I bring my arm up over my eyes as a shield.
“Mary, it is 'Mary' isn't it? Are you okay down here in the dark? You haven't been sleeping have you? If a sergeant catches you doing that you would lose your job. Lucky I am only a security officer and I won't tell.”
“Oh, oh no. Mary is correct. You're...?”
“Forest. Forest Stillman.”
“Nice to meet you. I wasn't asleep. Daydreaming maybe, or imagining things. One's mind can play tricks stuck down here in the dark for two hours, I think. Nice to see another human being.”
“I need to double check the door alarm. And Sergeant Atkinson should be along sometime soon checking on you so stay lively.”
“I was just up pacing around. Say, has anyone ever reported strange sightings while posted in these dark areas?”
“Not that I know of. Like what?”
“I don't want to sound crazy...”
Even though the flashlight beam had dispelled most of the blackness a misty form was floating above the S.O. It looked like he was raising a...a Tomahawk!
“No, Chief, NO! He's not that Stillman! Run, Forest, RUN!”
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I really felt I learned a little bit in this one Mary; sadly the British school system back in my day never bothered much with American history- it was all the Tudor Kings and Queens. As if we care about Henry VIII and all his wives!
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When I delve into it I am amazed at how much happened around my area that made an impression on history. Thanks for reading and liking
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Your story's gripping! The tension builds up with Mary encountering Chief Black Hawk in the energy plant, and the historical context adds a cool layer to the whole thing. Mary's background and her need for the job make her reactions feel super real. The twist at the end with Forest Stillman mistaking Chief Black Hawk's intentions is unexpected and adds a thrilling twist to the story. The story's engaging. You could play with the pacing a bit to build tension more. Maybe add some more details or thoughts to slow down some parts and ramp up th...
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Thanks.
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Hi Mary! This was a great take on the prompt, and that I especially love how well you handled the delicate themes that you decided to write about. I certainly admit that I felt all of the anxiety and fear, especially in the beginning, and then my heart began to break as we put more and more puzzle pieces together. Nice work!!
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Thanks for the nice comments.
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I like how you handle the dialogue. Well linked to the story.
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I appreciate the comment.
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We have a tragic history, especially with respect to indigenous Americans. Thanks for casting more light in a very human context — the prompt made for a relatable, powerful narrative and a great ending.
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Finally had time to read your ghost story. What an ending. Just when I thought your protagonist was safe. Enjoyed the history as well. The language barrier between different cultures has lead to much of the injustice which happens in our world. Profound comments. Well done.
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Tank you. Glad you liked it. Some truth. Ending made up😉
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Hey Mary, I am Native American. Thanks for giving a dose of our history here! Have a great week. <3
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This story was so engaging, I kept reading hoping for some relief for the narrator's bleak life. I liked it but I wanted a bigger ending. Maybe this is the beginning of a future story.
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Thanks for reading and liking. Sorry, this was my life for five and one-half years. Lots more has happened since.
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The title suggested a funny story, referencing Forrest Gump, and the coincidence at the end delivers - but dang, that middle part was dark. Well, it's important of course to remember the dark parts of history too. Maybe more important than the bright. And this isn't a topic I was all that familiar with - sadly we have no shortage of our own atrocities here in Canada - so I learned something. "I can't afford to throw that all out the window because some ghost-like apparition is crawling around" - the economy's really in shambles if we can...
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Thanks for the engaging comment. I wouldn't know anything about Canada's history.
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Funny story with a nice dose of history. The short bursts of Native American knowledge gave it a very nice charm. Cheeky film quote as well. Always nice :) Great stuff again Mary. Thanks for sharing
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This was a fascinating take on the prompt, Mary. Something to learn here. I’d like to delve into this more. Sounds like an unusual job. Also, an enjoyable read.
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Thank you.
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Wow, I feel as though you were recounting an actual event! Between the history and using your name, it is very real, and very interesting. Great title too, definitely entices the reader.
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If you read the other comments and answers here you know some of this was really true. I was stationed in a deep dark basement of the energy plant guarding an alarmless door when I saw something ???
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I feel foolish! I didn't read the other comments, and certainly should have. It is a really cool story!
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Thanks.
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Mary, another engaging piece of Creative Non-fiction. Thank u for liking The 6:50 Train.
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Thanks for liking and commenting and the follow. My stories are usually quite simple so I hope you won' t be disappointed.
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Eek, creative nonfiction! 😱 I don’t think I’d be able to keep calm. This is a part of history I don’t know much about. Perhaps the more you know of it, the more haunting the experience. This was a good take on the prompt!
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Thanks for liking. There is a lot of history lurking in these parts. See some of my comments to others here.
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Oh wow, that IS quite a bit! You really could go to town with your town! You’ve made me want to explore my own backyard more, and see if anything has happened around here. Nothing quite stands out at the moment!
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A great read, and informative too. Thanks for sharing this story, Mary 👍
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Glad you appreciated the history especially since you are not from the US.
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That power station is a great setting, Mary. You could do a whole novel featuring a fictionalised version of yourself and the adventures you had there.
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Thanks for the suggestion. Gee, just when I've almost forgotten all about it. 😂
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A great revenge motif based on the Trail of Tears. Loved the Chief character and the historical element and the use of the hook "Run, Forest RUN!" You left me wondering if it was a real apparition, which is what I'm going with, or a consequence of sleep deprivation. Really loved all the historical details--you should definitely write something about Indians in that time period--great story!
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I know I saw something that looked like an Indian figure that I could not blink away. Chief Black Hawk was real and has a lot named after him in the region including the massive statue overlooking the beautiful river. We are in perhaps the most scenic area in Illinois. There is a lot of history in my own backyard that I do want to explore and write about. We have a statue of a young Lincoln in our town because he was here for the conflict. There is also a statue of Reagan on a horse because he grew up here and was a lifeguard at the river. W...
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Woah, crazy to think this is based on true events! Security in the dark sounds like a tough gig. I learned a lot about the native American chief and I'm glad no harm came to you! Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks for liking. That job certainly has some quirks to it.
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Interesting premise and with history woven in very effectively. Sort of a metaphor for how injustice breeds vengeance that doesn't die, which is cool.
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Thanks for liking and commenting. My area is steeped in rich history not all of it very good.
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I can see it would be hard to keep your head in such a situation, and I don’t think I could have. You are amazing, 😊
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Glad you liked this. I really think I saw a spector while working down there that night. Whether or not it was Black Hawk. Questionable. The history about the chief was true. Bit about Foster made up.
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I figured you saw something, Mary and you kept your head. That’s what matters. While I love fictional ghosts, real ones …😱😱😱
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I never told anyone I thought I saw a ghost. I would have sounded crazy.
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