My Story on Science and Thrill: Attack of the Garden Ghost

The blood vamp

The most interesting happening was the crowd of vultures which was gathering around the garden and their population was continuously increasing. Soon the older creepy noises started to come from the garden and basement. Basically James was not in favor of this ghost and all the believes, so he started to think more deeply about the whole incident when mother called him "James come down for the dinner you are working too much on your computer come down fast" "but mother I am very busy" said James. "No arguments I want you sitting on the dinning table in two minutes" said mother trying to make her voice hard. Fanny and Richard were already sitting on their (respective) seats for which they usually quarreled and probably get a nice scolding. "Hey brother why are you looking so miserable?" asked Richard. "Well you know the cause of not only mine but all of ours misery that dam ghost. but you know I do not think that it is a real ghost It is some kind of science trick" answered James. "Now what kind of science explains that horrific body and that mist. And not to say those terrible looking vultures" said Fanny pointing towards the horde of birds out side the window. " Oh! maybe chemistry or some kind of new biological experiment" said James in a irritated voice. "Now stop talking about that ghost and eat your dinner" said mother.

         After the dinner all the children went to the bed but James was busy observing the recording and he cried aloud but before he could get to his beloved brother, those vultures started to hit the window glasses flying like bullets toward the house. The mist again started to get thicker and thicker, it rose from the garden area. Till now all the family gathered around the grand sofa kind of trying hide when the books started to fly from the shelf. Mother shouted " Not again the ghost". Suddenly a female body appeared, this body was covered by some red cloth that was flying in the air. Then that strange women showed her face it was like a face carved from meat her eyes were pink and something like slime was coming out of her mouth. She( strangely) spoke " I am the great female vampire the blood vamp while she  killed a vulture which entered the house from the broken window pain. She continued " You foolish people are trying to go against the might of my master the Garden Ghost get your horses out this house. And specially you kid trying to be smart, get out or I will drink your blood and she  (practically) drank the blood of that bird. 

       What was she ? and what was that cry from James? Find out in next chapter ' Two Brothers' 

Alien Anatomy

Alien Anatomy

By Mark Doexy

Howling in pain, The Kraythonian staggered into the surgery clutching upper right arm with upper and lower left hands. Dr Carl Peters slipped on the translator headset. His speech needed to be precise, clear, unrushed. Miss-translation could have unfortunate consequences.

"Hello sir. What appears to be the problem?"

A wall-mounted speaker bellowed grunts and gargles, an interpretation of Dr Peter's words in Kraythonian tongue. The Kraythonian barked and growed a response, distain seeping through pained expression.

A formal, English male voice politely translated in Dr Peters' earpiece.

"Do you have a problem with your eyesight? I'd have thought it obvious that my arm is causing pain."

Kraythonians were known for their forthrightness, not their cheery disposition. They frowned upon rhetorical questions and rarely treated themselves to mirth and merriment, believing levity had no tangible place in the universe. This attitude was matched by their physical appearance, lizard like features and deep red eyes not conducive to warm expression.

Carl took no offence and maintained composure. Differing philosophies and attitudes were all part of working in an inter species environment.

"Of course sir. Please sit on the bed and I'll take a look."

The softness of Carl's tone translated into harsh, even threatening noises from the wall-mounted speaker, totally at odds with the doctor's attempted bedside manner. The Kraythonian language didn't seem to do subtleties. Or maybe they found aggressive growls soothing.

The patient spewed further grunts and gargles as he complied with the doctor's request.

"May I enquire if you're the only doctor on duty today?"

The question didn't surprise Carl. "Yes sir, but I assure you I'm fully trained as regards your physiology."

Another horrific din emanated from the speakers.

Carl had been a medial practitioner on Well's mining facility for several weeks. Well's specialized in mining asteroid belts and was one on the oldest star vessels of it's kind. Much of its equipment was outdated, hence a fairly high accident rate though thankfully nothing serious since his arrival.

The facility was one of the first to introduce an interspecies work environment. Now they were commonplace and believed to improve intergalactic relations. It'd been Carl's father who'd persuaded him to work in such an environment. "See the universe," He'd said. "Meet new and interesting species. Experience cultures from other solar systems." Much of what Carl had learnt thus far was either confusing, scary or down right frustrating.

It didn't help that humans, particularly young, newly arrived humans, weren't well looked upon by the Kraythonian contingent on the mine. And with them making up the majority of those on the station, particularly in positions of authority, this occasionally made matters awkward for the young doctor.

The Kraythonian's viewed Carl, as best any Earth language could translate, as a 'Lower-form'. To have any chance of ascending the social ladder you needed a nomination from a 'Higher-form', which basically meant anyone of a higher social standing. Which basically meant anyone else on the base. Carl had thought being a doctor would put him in better stead, but the Kraythonian's saw the young, fresh faced human rather than his profession.

Curse the Kraythonian's for their beliefs and traditions!

"So, what's your name," asked the doctor?

Names didn't translate, so the earpiece simply repeated the Kraythonian's roar in softer tones. It sounded a little like 'Oomagen'.

"Okay Oomagen, let's see that injury."

The Kraythonian reluctantly allowed Carl to examine the wound. It was a small gash, bleeding not severe but the surrounding inflammation no doubt caused agony. Carl thanked the fact that, whatever the species blood remained blood. It's properties, it's colour and purpose remained the same with only slight deviations. Anatomy varied but blood remained blood.

"So tell me what happened."

Oomagen worked in mineral extraction as an asteroid cutter. A lack of concentration saw him fire a laser cutter while it pointed in the wrong direction. Luckily the cutter had only grazed the arm. Any more and the limb would no longer be there.

Carl delicately prodded the inflammation. "Does this hurt?"

Oomagen pulled away with a howl. No translation needed.

The doctor apologized. "First I have to stop the bleeding."

Carl attempted to place a sterile pad on the wound only for Oomagen to again withdraw, upper and lower left hands protecting the injured limb, lower right grabbing the doctor's wrist. Any contact caused pain. An anaesthetic was needed.

First Dr Peters needed to know a little about Oomagen's medical history. He fetched his handheld scanner from a nearby desk. "Have you been in mineral extraction long?"

The Kraythonian claimed to have been in the post for twelve years. Carl thought it unusual that an employee so experienced would make such an error with a laser cutter, especially considering the species' reputation for methodical professionalism.

Carl zapped the bar code on Oomagen's ID badge with the handheld. The employee had no history of allergies and was not currently on any medication. This aided Dr Peters in selecting an aesthetic.

Haloprodian D6. A toxin that ignited pleasure sensors in the brain, thus giving the patient a serine, benign feeling and shutting out pain receptors from elsewhere in the body. Get the dosage right and the Kraythoian would let Carl do whatever he wanted with the injured arm. He loaded a syringe.

The doctor asked the usual formal questions before administering. "Have you been feeling ill or faint recently, or consumed anything intoxicating in large quantities?" He fished for an explanation for the Kraythonian's uncharacteristic mishap.

Oomagen grew impatient.

"No. Are you going to help me or will the silly questions persist?"

Satisfied he had the correct dosage, Carl reassured his patient. "Of course sir. First a little something to take away the pain."

The Haloprodian D6 was injected into Oomagen's upper right arm. It would take only several seconds for the drug to tale effect.

The Kraythonian remained sceptical.

"Are you sure there isn't another doctor around who can..."

Oomagen's growling ceased. Mouth open, Carl's patient suddenly swayed, red of his eyes going dull as they stared into space.

Carl eased the Kraythonian into a reclining position on the bed. "Now just relax sir, we'll have that wound sorted out in no time."

Oomagen responded, his growl now a purr. The purr translated as "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Carl set to work dressing the wound, Oomagen content to lie and watch, mesmerised by the doctor's actions.

The doctor felt he deserved a drink for the way he'd maintained professionalism in the face of such an abrasive patient. Unfortunately such reward would have to be consumed in the privacy of his own cramped quarters. 'Lower-forms' weren't allowed in the mine's bar, or 'Meeting place' as the Kraythonians imaginatively referred to it. That's where they gathered for their rare moments of frivolity. Kraythonians didn't entirely disapprove of fun, just so long as they indulged in the right location at an appropriate time. 'The Meeting Place' provided that location. A place to enjoy brief moments of frivolity before returning to the serious business of real life.

Oomagen purred.

"Sorry for being nasty earlier. I like humans really you know."

The comment surprised and amused the doctor. "Why thank you very much."

The Kraythonian's lower right hand started to gently stroke Carl's leg.

"To be honest I think you're all really cute."

Now Doctor Peters felt uncomfortable. It was always possible that verbal exchanges could be misinterpreted, physical contact less so. Was this just something harmless Kraythonians did to those who helped them, maybe part of the culture? Or were there more amorous intentions afoot? Carl removed Oomagen's hand from its questionable activity and turned to move away.

"Well that's very nice of you to say so but..."

Oomagen pulled Carl back, sat up and embraced him.

"Oh give me a hug."

Carl didn't feel so much hugged as crushed, the Kraytonian still incredibly strong despite the sedative. Eventually he managed to free himself and gently recline the patient back onto the bed. "Thank you very much but you must rest for a few moments. I just need to run a test."

"Is it okay if I sing?"

An unusual request but Carl saw no harm in the activity. "Of course, just don't be too loud."

As the doctor fetched a blood test kit Oomagen broke into an elongated, tuneful growl and purr, the translator spinning a tale of undying love in broken English. Oomagen's behaviour could simply be down to the Haloprodian D6 but Carl had never seen such an extreme reaction. Also, the administered dose should have sapped the patient of strength, something that on this occasion had most definitely not been the case. Something was wrong!

"I just need a sample. You'll feel a little prick." For a second Carl feared his second statement would be translated as something embarrassingly different.

Oomagen briefly broke from singing.

"Do what you must my friend."

Dr Peters inserted the needle and took the sample.

Oomagen laughed.

"It tickles."

Singing resumed, the translator recalling the location at which first true love had been experienced.

Carl placed the blood into a handheld monitor and waited for the results. When they arrived the doctor felt his jaw drop.

Oomagen was pregnant!

* * *

Dr Carl Peters drank his ale; laughing with friends in a bar he wasn't welcome in several weeks earlier. Oomagen was among them, naturally careful of substances consumed in current condition.

Carl had been right. Oomagen was indeed pregnant. Kraythonian tradition dictated that a person who discovers the condition and breaks the happy news is owed a debt by the expecting. Once the effects of the Haloprodian D6 had worn off an overjoyed Oomagen was only too happy to grant any wish within her power. Carl asked to be nominated to step up the social ladder. Oomagen gladly complied.

Elevation to a 'Higher-form' gave other employees reason to be more open to socialising with the doctor and friendships were quickly established. Respect was even growing; Carl now viewed not as an inferior but as a Doctor. A noble professional.

Someone in authority, another of his new friends, even saw to it that the good doctor received a pay rise and was moved to better, more spacious accommodation.

My, how Carl loved Kraythonian tradition.

Bio: Mark Doxey is a young at heart dreamer who loves telling stories

My Story on Science and Thrill- Attack of The Garden Ghost

Part One- Chapter 2

Not Again (The blood vamp)

After some time the siren, bell rang many police cars came up just missing to hit each other. Richard and inspector Mackal came out from the first big car with the biggest bumper. The Inspector was a big man dressed in blue with a big mustache and brown hair. When father saw Richard with him in half consciousness, he stood up and called Richard,"My son where were you and is that a cop.." "Just relax father this is inspector Mackal of nearby station, but where is mother, is she alright."said Richard. "Oh no I also forgot about here she was somewhere near the couch,"said father. When Richard looked around he saw here on the ground lying unconscious near the grand sofa. He called the medics for first aid treatment. When medics examined the mother they said that she looks like to be drugged but their are no specific symptoms of any kind of drug. After some time Mackal asked father" Sir can you explain that what exactly happened here" "Yes of course I can. Around three hours from now me and my wife were working on our budget when a horrific ghost appeared and then we were just knocked out" said father. "Is this joke or what ? please sir do not say that you have called us for this purpose." said inspector. Well, the day passed on but no one was able to believe in fathers story.Time passed very calmly but one night their was smell of blood lust in the air again birds flew to the sky, vultures gathered around the the house after all what was happening around. (The ghost is returning!)  

 

My story on science and thrill- Attack of the garden ghost

 Part Two-Chapter 1

. Okay, now listen, today in the morning when I was in the bathroom, I saw a strange mist rising up from the corners of the room and when I told mother and father about this they just scolded me and took this matter lightly”, said Fanny with hesitation. “Never mind my little sister; this happened to me also when I was trying to change the mind of father in order to get my pocket money”, said Richard. “Okay, now let’s end this discussion and get ready for the school”, said James. That evening the children returned from school and the day went usually, but Fanny was still uncomfortable, in the night they went on with their favorite cartoon when their parents were working on the monthly budget. They were busy working when a strange mist started to enter the room form the door of the garden in the study, a strong smell of some kind of herbal medicine filled in the room, till now mother and father started to feel uneasy they knew that something was coming when they heard heavy footsteps slowly they saw that the mist was growing very thick suddenly they saw  three lights shining from the door. After some time the door started to open sh! Karrah!Sn! When a strange figure appeared, on that side father was observing the situation with a lot of goosebumps all over his body. Mother got up and shouted loud " James! Fanny! Richard! Lock up the room in which you are and please for the god sake, don not come out, garden ghost has attacked the house when a big black stone smashed on her head and she fell unconscious. Father was not able to help her because he was already lying on the ground paralyzed with some drug he was also having hallucinations of horrific ghost. But the main thing was that where were the kids, well James was bravely recording the incident in a video camera and Fanny was locked up in the room by Richard as she probably would create a mess because of her fear and for Richard he called up the police. 

My story on science and thrill- Attack of the Garden Ghost

attack of the garden ghost

Science and thrill

Gautam singh mourya

This story by me is a story of science and thrill blended to create something interesting. It also explains that how science can be used in both negative and positive way.

introduction

Year 1885,

“In the northern part of England lived frankenstine family. Doctor frankenstine was a good pet doctor and had a great interest in chemistry he used to say that he could put life in a dead body with the help of chemistry and black magic, everybody thought that he was jolly crazy man and a black spot in the world of science. As his interest in science, he has build a big lab in the basement of his house where he used to perform his great and weird experiments. His lab was so big that it stretches from his house to his garden. For last 3 weeks he was busy working on inventing a serum that would start the heartbeats of a dead man, one day in the evening he was working on his lab on the same topic.  Suddenly the door opened and his wife came in and said “Frank drink the milk, you are becoming very careless about your diet”. But as usual, he forgot to drink the milk, after some time their family cat Anne came in the lab by the small hole made in the basement door. She loved the milk as all cats do and she had already smelled the milk brought by Drs Wife. She slowly walked towards the glass of milk; Dr also did not see the cat. Suddenly she jumped on the glass as she used to jump on her milk bowl and alas! The milk fell all over the table and mixed with the solution that doctor has made for making the serum. And then a big explosion can be heard from a distant land. The case was investigated by the police, but only an old camera with one picture of the incident which proved the analyses. It is said that the soul of Dr still roams in the house and the garden that is why it is called house of the garden ghost and this house we are going to buy”, Richard said to Fanny and James. “I do not believe in such stories”, said James frankly. “Please don’t act so brave and smart when you will see the ghost with your eyes, then you will shout your mouth”, said Fanny. “May be this story be true”, said Richard, “Of course not, this story is rubbish”, said father and by side and mother also agreed. Although I have told you some part of this exciting adventure, but now I will tell you about this sweet family .Mrs Jones is a successful business man, but with a sudden drop of his business he had to sell his house to survive. By the time he also find’s a house in North England. And he plans to shift there with his wife Sara and three kids James, Richard and Fanny, but who knows they were going to have a great and a fearful experience. Now let’s go further.

First sight of ghost

After few days Fanny became more and more superstitious about the house. But after a great effort of mother and father Fanny started to think seriously about this case and made up her mind to shift there. One more week passed and this was the time to shift and all the family was excited about their new house .As father has only seen the house, so they were curious about the house. And at last they shifted. Everything was going in routine and after one month children has also adjusted in their new school. One day they were returning home from the school bus they saw a big crowd of a person who has covered mother and father. Father was trying to control the crowd but it was uncontrollable. Richard tried to hear the talk going on there because of great noise he was not able to hear even a single word. But after the crowd vanished children were able to enter the house and then James asked about the incident so father said “they were the local men of this area. They were trying to make us agree to leave this place and this house, now you go to your room and relax as you were standing out for so long.” Fanny said, “Were they talking about the garden ghost”. “Yes, they were talking about that, but we are living in twenty first century so we shouldn't believe in this ghost or any other matter like this, said father. Everything went nice for two or three weeks but, something was wrong with Fanny and she always conveyed a message that there is something wrong with the house. And one day in the morning when she was in the bathroom when she complained that she saw a weird mist that was jollied dense and then it disappeared. When mother asked her, she acted in a stupid manner and she got a terrific scowl from mother. Next again, she complained the same thing in the presence of the father, the aloud angry noises of the father came accompanied by the mother. “Fanny, have you gone out of mind, yesterday I gave you a whole lecture and again, you do not understand anything”, said the mother. “See, it’s the morning time we are very busy and you also have to dress up for the school, now don’t any type of fuss, said the father. “But father, I am not lying or making any type of fuss,” Said Fanny. “Now move you little jerk and go on with your work”, said mother with a little grin. Fanny went down and saw her brothers waiting for her eagerly. “What happened to you why were you getting a scolding?” Fanny said “No, I am not willing to tell you”. But why please tell us...... 

Find what happens next after some time