Sunday, February 27, 2011

Pass the Popcorn and the Grog

Robust and buttery, the scent of freshly popped popcorn hung in the air of Emma Whitecastle’s cabin.  She was taking the bag from the microwave and pouring it into a large wooden bowl when Phil Bowers came through the back door.

“That smells nice.”  He gave her lips a sound kiss as he grabbed a handful. “We watching movies tonight?” He popped a couple into his mouth and crunched away.

Emma flashed him a slight grin. “We’re hosting a movie party.”

Phil glanced from the kitchen into the great room of the large, comfortable cabin. A fire crackled in the stone fireplace and the large flat screen TV was turned on, but the room was empty.

“Guess I’m the first to arrive.” He retrieved a beer from the refrigerator and unscrewed the top. “But why do you have a fire going and the air conditioning cranked up? It’s positively freezing in here.”

“I don’t have the A.C. on.”

“Sure you do.” As Phil took a drink of his beer, the meaning of Emma’s words hit home.  He glanced into the great room one more time before taking another very long pull from his Sam Adams. It was May. It was warm out, yet Emma had a blazing fire going and it was still cold.  There could be only one reason for it. He turned back to her. “Are you saying this house is full of ghosts?”

“Not so sure about full, but there are at least a dozen in the other room watching TV right this minute.” Emma lifted the popcorn bowl. “Granny wanted to have a few of her friends in and I couldn’t think of a good reason not to. After all, it’s her home, too.”

“You mean the ghosts are having a sleep over? Here?”

Emma laughed. “Sort of.”

“Will they be telling ghost stories later with the lights off?”

“Smart Alec.” Emma tossed her head towards the counter. “Grab those napkins. Granny thought we should have popcorn for atmosphere, though only you and I will be eating it.”

Before Phil could say anything more, the ghost of Granny Apples drifted into the room. “Good, Phil’s home. Now we can start. There’s a heated debate in the other room over which movie to watch.”

Emma conveyed the ghost’s greeting and words to Phil, who could not hear or see spirits as she could.

“What are the options?” he asked Granny.

“Most of the guys want to watch Con Air.  The ladies and the pirate want to watch The Ghost and Mrs. Muir.”

Again, Emma translated.

“Aw, jeez,” Phil said, waving his beer in the direction of the TV, “Mrs. Muir is a chick flick. I vote for Con Air.”

Granny put her hands on her hips. “Humph, you would. The women and the pirate have the majority. The Ghost and Mrs. Muir it is.”

Once in the other room, Phil started to take a seat on the sofa, but was stopped by Emma. “Be careful, Phil, you were about to sit on Blackbeard.”

The Blackbeard.”

“Not sure. I didn’t ask for I.D.”

Phil studied the spot where he was about to drop his heiny. It looked  empty to him. He jerked his thumb towards the other end of the couch. “Move over, matey. Make room for me and my wench.”

Sue Ann Jaffarian
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Meredith Cole said...

Love the idea of a ghost sleepover, Sue. We used to vacation at Ocracoke NC every summer, and I used to love all the stories about Blackbeard. I was thrilled to hear that they finally found his ship in off the coast of NC (not sure if they ever found his treasure, though).

Rebecca Cantrell said...

Yargh! Sounds like quite the slumber party. One where you might end up sleepin' with the fishes.

Thanks for a fun post, SueAnn!

Shane Gericke said...

If he wants to watch Con Air, I hope the ghosts attack him with chains. AWFUL movie! But most charming post.

Kelli Stanley said...

What a treat--a Granny Apples visit for Criminal Minds!! :)

Thanks for the wonderful story, Sue Ann--loved it!! :)