A Haunting Short Story—Part 2 (Cont’d)
“I was killed during the Battle of Antietam in Maryland when a Confederate sniper shot me.”
“In the head, I presume.”
John raised his eyebrows. “Yes, how’d you know?”
Eston poked a finger through the hole in John’s head.
John laughed. “Yeah, lucky shot.”
“So, what have you been up to the last 150 plus years?”
“I stayed on the battlefield marching in solemn formations every night for visitors at the Antietam National Battlefield.”
Eston shook his head. “That must have been boring.”
“Not for the first one hundred years. To tell the truth, each time I thought maybe this time we’ll win. But it was the same results every time.”
Eston laughed. “So, you finally asked for a transfer?”
“Yeah. Now can you tell me what’s going on. I can’t seem to scare anyone.”
“That’s because everyone is looking at their iPhones; playing games, reading emails or sending pictures,” Eston answered.
“Wait, wait. An eye phone? What’s an eye phone?”
Eston smiled. “Not that kind of ‘eye’. It’s a communication device, like a telephone.”
John shook his head which would have fallen again if he hadn’t held on to it. “What’s a telephone?”
“Wow,” Eston answered. “What war were you in?”
“The Civil War. I was killed in Sharpsburg, Maryland, on September 17, 1862. A sniper shot me at the Sunken Road during the Battle of Antietam.”
“Wow,” Eston said. “So that’s what, over 150 years ago? There’s been a lot of progress since then. We haunt things differently now days. I’ll show you how.” Eston looked around. As the next guy passed, he entered through his back and snatched the iPhone out of his hands. He brought it over to John. “This is an iPhone.” The man stopped and started looking for his iPhone. When he saw Eston talking to John, he screamed and ran away.