Episode Notes
On Father's Day a group of teens hold a seance for laughs to summon the spirit of a father who never got revenge for the murder of his daughter... What could go wrong?
Father's Day by Shane Migliavacca
Music by Ray Mattis
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Produced by Daniel Wilder
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This section of the path scared Matt shitless, not that he’d admit it to anyone.... especially to Greg and Jenny; his two best friends, walking a little ways in front of him. 
Last year there had been a stabbing. A few years before that a man’s body had been discovered face down in Pearce Creek, not that far from here. 
Matt didn’t believe in curses or bad luck, but there was a feeling he got in his gut whenever he passed through the area. 
He’d rather be at home playing video games today. 
His parents were visiting  Matt’s grandfather for Father’s day and he’d have the whole house to himself. Instead, here he was. 
Matt blamed Jenny… specifically her tight blue jeans and nice smile.  
The three of them had been friends for years. Matt was fairly certain that Jenny had a thing for Greg, but Greg was oblivious to it… but it was only a matter of time before he noticed. 
Matt could feel his chance with Jenny slipping away if he didn’t speak up soon.
He winced as the two laughed about some joke.
“So, where the hell are we going?” Matt blurted out. 
Greg looked back over his shoulder. “Don’t have a cow dude, we’re almost there.” 
Jenny laughed, making Matt feel a bit annoyed. He kicked a stone off the path, watching it shoot off into the grass. The three walked in silence for a few minutes, until Greg stopped them.
“And here we are.” He pointed towards the left side of the trail. 
Matt’s gaze followed his friend’s gesture. There through the trees, the roof of a house could be seen. It’s tiled roof weathered from age and the elements. 
“There?” Jenny asked. 
“Yup!” Greg said proudly. 
They followed him off the path, Pushing through some brush to get to the house. As they emerged into the house’s overgrown backyard, it’s ramshackle condition became more apparent. 
“What a dump.” Jenny observed. “We’re not-”
Greg cut her off. “Sure as shit we are.”
“Why?” Asked Matt, wishing he’d stayed home. 
“Because.” Greg answered as he walked up the steps to the back door. “Don’t you want to have some fun? Instead of jacking off to Saved By The Bell all day?”
“Har, Har.” Matt responded. He felt a bit of anger boil through from his friend’s consent prodding. He surprised himself when he flipped Greg off. 
“I didn’t think you had it in you.” Somebody said, clapping. “Besides, I see you stroking it more to Power Rangers.”
They turned to see Dave Stover standing by the side of the house. A girl dressed in black stepped out from behind him. Her short brown hair was slicked straight back, and a black choker encircled her neck. 
“What are you doing here Stover?” Matt asked. There was something about that smug, shiteating grin that made Matt want to punch Stover’s teeth in. 
Greg and Stover went way back. Why his friend would hang out with that ass was beyond Matt.
“He’s the reason we’re here.” Greg answered. 
Matt sighed. “Great.”
Stover introduced the girl. “This is Ember. She's going to help us play a little game.”
They followed Stover into the house. 
The back door opened easily. The smell of stale cat urine greeted them as they stepped into a bare kitchen.  
Jenny whispered in Matt’s ear. “Ember? That’s bullshit. Her name’s Traci Hollis. She’s in my English Lit class.”
The two softly chuckled. 
Stover took them down a musty hallway. 
The plaster walls were chipped and marked with graffiti. Chunks of broken plaster crunched underfoot. Matt wondered who’d lived here. There was nothing left to mark their time here.
The hallway opened up in a large room. At the room’s center was a large circle of candles. Strange symbols were written on the floor within the circle. 
Matt felt strangely uneasy as he entered the room. 
He didn’t believe in magic, but it didn’t mean you went messing around with the shit. 
“What the hell?” Matt said. “I don’t think we should fuck around with this stuiped shit.”
“Relax man.” Greg reassured his friend. “Wait till you hear the story.”
“Let’s find out first.” Jenny added. “I want to find out what’s up.”
Damn it. Matt didn’t want to walk out with Jenny staying behind… partly because he’d look like a wimp and partly because he worried about her.
“Then, let’s get on with it.” Matt grumbled. “What have we got to do?”
Ember sat them around the circle all holding hands, with him and Stover on either side of Ember. Matt felt a little nervous and shy taking the girl’s pale hand. She smelled like sage, and her lips were black as midnight. 
Staring into her eyes for a second, he forgot about Jenny. 
Stover cleared his throat before starting. “Man got home from the war and bought this house for him and his pregnant wife. They wanted to start a future here.”
Greg interrupted.  “Which war?”
“What?” Stover stammered. 
“Which war?”
Stover’s brow furrowed. “That one, a long time ago… in the ‘70’s.”
“Korea?” Jenny asked.
“No, that one from Rambo... ‘Nam.”
“Wasn’t that in the 80’s?” Greg said, unsure.
Frustrated, Stover grumbled. “Does it fucking matter?”
“Well, context.” Greg said. “Helps set the scene better man.”
“It was the fucking ‘70’s… okay? Can I get on with the story?”
Nobody said anything.
“So the dude and his wife bought this house. A couple years later they have a daughter. The three have a happy life for a bunch of years. Then the mom gets sick and dies.”
“Awww, that blows.” Jenny said. 
Stover ignored her, continuing on with the story. 
“The father was left to raise the girl by himself, and he did the best he could… got a second job and shit.” Stover leaned forward. 
“Then one day, the father came home, worn out from a tough day. The daughter, fifteen at the time, told him to take a nap in his favorite chair.” Stover smiled. “Right over there.” Indicating a corner of the room.
“She wanted to surprise him, make him some dinner. So she decided to walk to the convenience store just down the path.”
“What?” Greg asked. “I don’t remember any store around here.”
Stover sighed. “The vacant lot on Rathburn… used to be a store there. They closed it because it was getting robbed too much.”
“Oh.” Greg nodded, mulling it over. 
“Anyway, the father wakes up.” Stover continued. “He finds the house all dark. He calls for his daughter and there’s no answer.”
Jenny shifted nervously on the floor.
“Before he can go out to find her there’s a knock at the door. It’s the police. The cops ask if she’s there. The clerk at the shop called the cops after the girl was getting harassed by some boys. Well, days passed and there was no trace of the girl. The father grew desperate.”
Matt glanced at Ember, who had her eyes closed. Was she meditating? 
“Finally one day, they found one of the girl’s shoes near the hangout of a bunch of boys… the ones that had been giving the girl a hard time that night. Trouble is, there’s no other evidence. The cops couldn’t do shit.”
Matt looked over at Jenny, who was enjoying the story. His mind wandered as he briefly thought of Jenny, Ember and him all alone together. The thought was a little too much for his hormones. He could feel things stirring that shouldn’t be right now. 
He quickly turned his attention back to the story, trying to focus on Stover’s words. 
“This wasn’t good enough for the father. So, one by one he captured and tortured the boys… killing every one of them with a hatchet he’d had in the war... save for one boy he let live. Why the one boy? Nobody knows. After the deed he came home and hung himself in this very room!” 
Stover laughed like a maniac. 
“Did he find her?” Jenny blurted out. 
Stover shrugged. “Nobody knows. The father killed himself before anybody found out. The boy he let live was a nutcase… they have him locked away up in Wolten. He’s never uttered a word since.”
“That was quite a story.” Matt said. 
“A real bummer.” Jenny added. 
“What’s it got to do with us?” Matt asked. 
“Since it’s Father’s Day.” Stover smiled. “I thought we’d try to contact the daughter’s spirit with the help of Ember here. Maybe we can find out what happened to her.” 
“Really?” Matt asked sarcastically. 
“For sure.” Stover replied.
Suddenly Ember tightened her grip on their hands. 
Without thinking, Matt tightened his grip in response. 
The girl opened her eyes, making brief contact with him. 
Suddenly Matt felt his face become warm…  his chest tightened and he found it hard to breathe. And then it passed.
“I’m ready.” The girl said. Her gaze passed over each and every one of them in turn. “It’s important to remain in a circle, holding hands. We’re safe. You don’t want to be pulled away into the spirit world.”
Ember took a deep breath. “I call upon the four elements. Earth, Water, Fire and Air. Give me strength.” The girl started to rock back and forth. “Guide us over the bridge between this world and the next.” 
The candles seemed to flicker briefly as a gust of wind passed through the room.
“I call upon the spirit of Samantha Swane.” 
A low warbling moan started up from somewhere in the house. Matt felt the hairs on his arms stand up. The air felt charged.
“There’s a presence here.” Ember said. 
There was an unearthly moan. From above the group a loud bang sounded, making them jump all jump. 
Ember warned them. “Don’t break contact.”
The otherworldly moan grew louder. The house itself creaked and groaned as if in pain. 
“Spirit, speak.” Ember commanded. “Tell us your name.” 
There was another unearthly wail of pain. “My name is…” A voice spoke. “My name Is… Harry Reems.”
Stover burst into laughter. 
“The fuck?