Ghost Hunter: the rough notes
by Ross Dale Kelly


A figure stood tall while his eyes, each a different color, scanned the horizon for a dark figure.

He could see in the light a clear path, uninhabited, winding through the trees over the horizon. The peaceful scene did not sink into Landon’s consciousness. He urgently shifted his focus away from the brightly colored earth. In the shadows, the boarder between life and earth was less distinct. Swirling particles illuminated the darkness, feigning shapes of creatures and larger images.

His eyes flickered with urgency through the two worlds. His left eye was forest green, calculating bitterly, half closed. It was unwavering, staring into both the shadows and light, looking for a clearly formed image or a physical trace. The right eye was opening widely, burning red with deep emotion. It swayed through the shadow, interpreting the messages. Together his mind was intent on his goal, full of ideas of passion, rage, and justice.

He was reading the messages he had left himself in his memory, acting as they came along. He was chasing an illusionist, one which could slip through any crack left open. It was a creature only capable of draining the life around him, leaving a clouded imprint where he strained the world.



The manifestations of the present situation were taking shape only in the shadows, drifting into enigmatic figures which he hoped only he could interpret.

He saw a wolf take shape among the swirling particles, an interpretive figment of his memory. The dog was always confident in his actions, sure of its scent, yet only dangerous in the right condition. Landon watched the wolf evaporate in the air, hoping that he too would be able to sniff out his prey. Everything that showed up in his mind was relevant and was, leading him along his search for an illusionist who had taken Landon’s perception of the real world, exchanging it for this new one of symbols and enigma.



The evil traveling man took what he could from the minds of the people and used it to strengthen his own internal power as he struggled in a world that did not accept him. When Landon came face to face with this clown for the first time, however, he knew that it never bothered him in the slightest.

That was when Landon lost touch with what was real and sank into the illusionist’s world. Landon now felt much like his foe, only instead of creating his own riddles, he was following them toward conclusion. He knew that somewhere passed the countless images and symbols he would one day be able to return to the bright side of Earth again.

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