40 days or more
Matthew Ryan Fischer
Jason didn’t call his father at first, not wanting to worry him,
or so he told himself. Really, he was equal parts nervous and afraid, afraid he
had disappointed his father by not coming home for his grandfather’s funeral.
It had been the end of the semester and he had final projects to finish and
tests to study for. Plus, he had always been more afraid of his grandfather
growing up and it was hard to suddenly switch emotions. He was sure his father
was upset, probably burying all sorts of emotions deep down, probably could use
a son’s love. But Jason was barely any closer to his father than to his
grandfather. He was thrilled when he was accepted to a university on the other
side of the country so his parents wouldn’t be able to visit very often. The last
year and half of high school had been exhausting; Jason had finished at an all
time emotional low. Getting away had reinvigorated him and he was feeling like
a new person, finally a fully grown man. If he went home, he was afraid he would
not only be treated as a child, but he’d probably slip into the role far too
easily. He had a good foundation going here, and didn’t want to ruin it.
Finals had been weeks ago though, and Jason still stayed in
Oregon. He had found a summer job and was subletting an apartment. It was
supposed to be a summer away, while picking up a credit or two with summer classes.
Months ago, his parents had understood and even thought it was a good idea to get
ahead. But the situation had changed and their grief made them more anxious for
his return. The first weeks of summer additional phone calls and zoom chats had
bridged the gap, but now the pressure was mounting, and if he wasn’t going to
travel, they soon would be. It was an unwinnable situation, and emails and
texts weren’t going to solve it. He was going to have to call sooner rather
than later. And when he did, he had no clue how his father would react.
Nerves had gotten the better of his so far, but then the other
thing had begun. The “other thing” he called it, because to name it would be to
name his own madness. Jason’s grandfather had died suddenly while on a business
trip, but when the dreams began, they were dreams in a hospital, where Jason
watched his grandfather slowly fade away. In one dream, Jason had been forced
to physically pull the plug on his grandfather. His dreams were somewhere
between scenes from a movie, and worst-case end of life nightmare scenarios. He
didn’t tell anyone, because they were just dreams. But as the days turned to
weeks after his grandfather’s passing, the dreams turned into something more.
Jason began to see a man on campus that resembled his grandfather.
Or a younger version of his grandfather. Sort of like the man he had seen in an
old photo album. The man was often across the street or on the other side of
the park, moving in a crowd, and just far enough away that Jason couldn’t catch
up to him without running. Jason thought it was a strange coincidence at first
and perhaps a sign of some stage of his own grief. His mind was playing tricks
on him because he was carrying so much anxiety about having not go to the
funeral.
As the days passed, Jason saw the man more and more on his path
through campus, before and after him, somehow in later locations he wouldn’t have
arrived at based on where he had been headed before. Jason thought he saw him
in the reflections of windows, and would turn expect to see him across the
street, only to see no one. Jason would catch these glimpses day or night.
Feeling silly at first, he told no one, but now that it happened
too often, he was worried something else was wrong. Either ghosts were real and
he was being haunted, or he was losing his mind from stress and grief he didn’t
think he was actually feeling.
He owed his father a phone call. He owed him a lot including an
apology. But he was afraid to make that call. Afraid of his father’s anger, but
more afraid of the reaction if Jason told him what he had been seeing. Too many
days kept passing, but Jason couldn’t figure out any suitable plan of action.
Then one night, Jason felt a presence in his apartment. At first,
he feared there was a burglar, but when he saw the figure moving in the
shadows, a different fear grew. Jason fled his apartment and ran across campus,
but the shadows seemed to travel with him. Eyes, barely there, but watching.
Figures he could almost discern. The shadow man was with him, step for step. What
did the spirit want? What could he do to be free? Jason ran.
Jason ended up at a twenty-four-hour diner, drinking coffee,
staring out the window at the shadows just beyond the parking lot. The figure was
out there, he was sure of it, just beyond sight. Sunrise would be soon. He
would call his parents. It was three hours later for them; they would be up. He
would call his father and ask what to do. His father would answer, he was sure
of it.