Brighter, a supernatural thriller (4 page)

Ramona went to the nearest car to take shelter from the falling stars. The back door was unlocked, so she crawled into the backseat and covered her head with her arms.

Mason was inside the car, sitting in the front seat. He said, "Who is that?"

"It's Ramona," Ramona said, her voice muffled by her arms.

"Why are you in this car?"

"I'm having a bad trip." She might think the stars were after her, but she knew it wasn't real. "Who is that?"

"It's Mason."

Ramona didn't know Mason very well at this point. She'd seen him at a couple parties now and then, but they'd never really spoken. She sat up, moving her arms away from her face. "Why are you in this car?"

"It's my car."

"Oh."

"Why are you having a bad trip?" Mason asked.

"The stars are after me. They're falling out of the sky and trying to get me."

"I'm a falling star."

What? "Are you tripping too?" He must be tripping.

"No."

Ramona sneaked a quick peek out the window. The stars swarmed at her out of the darkness. She sat back in her seat. "I hate mushrooms," she said.

"That's what you're tripping on?"

"Yeah. They always make me feel...unsettled. Like there's something I'm supposed to figure out. I think that's why people used to use mushrooms on vision quests."

"Very possibly."

"Do you want me to leave the car?"

"I don't care."

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," Mason said. He peered at her from the front seat. "I'm not sure of anything."

"Can I smoke in your car?"

"Open the window."

"The stars will get me."

"I'll make sure they don't."

Ramona lit a cigarette. She thought about the fact that the mushrooms had sent her to the very edge of sanity, and if she thought that Mason was a little strange, she should remind herself that she was afraid of the stars. She'd humor him. He seemed okay.

"You'll protect me from the stars?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'll protect you."

Mason turned to face her from the front seat, and his face swam—features twisting and writhing. Ramona blinked, trying to force herself to see normally. She was tripping too hard for it to matter. She tried to tell herself to relax, to just ride out the mushrooms. It would all be over in a couple more hours. But right then, all she wanted was for everything to go back to normal.

"Who am I kidding?" Mason asked. "I don't protect people."

Ramona took a drag on her cigarette. "You seem depressed."

Mason considered. "Yeah. I'm depressed. I want to go back up into the sky."

"And be a star?"

"Yeah."

"But falling stars aren't stars. They were never stars. They're just fragments floating about in space. Stars are big balls of gas."

"Minor issue," Mason said. "Everything is connected. Everything is part of everything else."

As he spoke, the interior of the car seemed to get a little brighter. "What do you mean?" Ramona asked.

"Energy can be neither created nor destroyed," Mason said. "So there's a finite amount of energy in the universe. And matter can become energy. So, there's also a finite amount of matter in the universe. It's all just changing form. That's all. Everything is everything else. Or it was at one time. That's how I became a falling star. I think. Or maybe...maybe a long time ago, the universe was different. You've heard about the Big Bang, right? Or how the universe is expanding like a rubber band? Maybe the universe was different, and it exploded into this universe."

Ramona was tripping hard. Some of what he was saying made sense. Sort of. "How would that explain how you became a star?"

"Well, let's say that what I said is true. That matter and energy are interchangeable. Humans are just matter, right?"

"Just matter?"

"No, exactly. Humans are more than that. Humans are consciousness. They're spirit. But what if that consciousness, that spirit, is tied inextricably to the matter? What if, when a human dies, that...essence breaks up and flits out into the world and reforms with other bits of essence and makes new things? New humans maybe. New trees. New life."

"Okay. I guess that's kind of plausible."

"So if the universe exploded before, all that essence would have exploded with it and reformed itself. But what if some of it got trapped? What if some of it didn't break up? What if some spirits got contained whole in some kind of matter? Like a meteor?"

Ramona laughed. "You're saying that you are a displaced ancient soul from before the dawn of time of this universe?"

"It's one of my theories. You think it's funny?"

"No, I like it. It's very poetic. Pure consciousness trapped in meteors. It's quite lovely. But you're Mason. You're not a meteor."

"I'm not Mason."

He was delusional. Or else he really was on mushrooms, and he was having a far worse trip than Ramona.

"Who are you, then?"

"I don't know. It's been too long. I can't remember. I have these bits of people stuck in my teeth, and I can't remember where they end and I begin. I don't know anymore."

"Listen. You're Mason. You'll feel better if you just let this whole thing go, and—"

"I'm not Mason. Mason's dead."

Dawn, who'd been dating Mason at the time, appeared at the driver's side window of the car and pounded on it. Mason reached back and grabbed Ramona by the shoulders. "Mason's dead," he repeated, intensity burning in his eyes. "I killed him."

Dawn threw open the door to the car. "Mason, what the fuck are you doing?"

Ramona laughed and laughed. Until her gut ached. Until the stars stopped falling.

* * *

Ramona could still see the police lights, but she'd been out here for a really long time. She got up and began to make her way back through the woods. Maybe something had happened. Ahead of her, she saw someone, streaking through the woods, running fast. Angelica? It looked like…

"Angelica?" she called.

The figure halted. "Ramona?"

But it was a male voice. She moved closer. It was Mason. "Hey," she said. "I was just thinking about you. About that time you told me you were a falling star up at the A-frame. You remember, right?"

Mason looked annoyed. "I wish you wouldn't bring that up," he said. "You know I was wasted out of my mind." He approached her quickly. "What are you doing out here in the woods?"

"Peeing," she said.

He raised his eyebrows. She winced. That was probably too much information.

"You should go," he said. "The police are talking to everybody. It's a mess out there."

"Why?" said Ramona. "Is this a drug bust, because—"

"You didn't hear? You've been in the woods for a long time, then."

"Didn't hear what?"

"Someone found a body down the road. The rain washed it up. The person was murdered. Like…mutilated." Mason looked a little sick.

"Oh my God," said Ramona. "Why are they talking to us?"

Mason shook his head.

Ramona pushed past Mason and headed back towards the party, horrified. People didn't get murdered in Elston. This was crazy.

"Wait, Ramona, don't go back there."

"I have to find out what happened," she said. This was insane. First Garrett the crazy rapist came back to town and now there was a dead body? What was Elston coming to?

She scrambled through the woods as quickly as she could. Mason followed her. "We could just hang out in the woods until they leave," Mason called after her.

Did Mason have a joint in his pocket or something? Seriously, why was he running away from this?

Ramona emerged to find the bonfire dwindling. People were standing in packs, talking amongst themselves. Some were holding their masks. A few girls looked like they were crying. There was a buzz of subdued conversation. What the heck had happened?

Heather darted out to her. "Ramona!" She gave her a huge hug.

Ramona pulled away. "What happened?"

"You didn't hear?"

"I heard something about a body."

"Oh God, Ramona, it was your neighbor. That Angelica girl. She's been dead since last night. They just found her. Jesus, Ramona, she was so messed up."

Ramona took a step back. "Since last night?" she echoed. That couldn't be right. "But I—"

Mason was behind her, pulling her away. "Ramona, you're upset," he said.

"That can't be right," she said.

Mason looked at Heather. "She's upset," he said. "Give me a second with her."

Heather started to protest, but Mason dragged Ramona away. Ramona tried to struggle, but it was Mason, the guy she had an enormous crush on. Mason had dimples. And blue eyes. He was too pretty for words, and he was the sweetest guy she'd ever met. Not only that, he was a psychology major, and she could usually count on him for interesting conversation on a host of different topics about the nature of humanity. Ramona loved stuff like that. Interesting conversations were pretty important to her. Of course, she couldn't really make him see that she liked him. She'd tried flirting. She'd tried wearing suggestive clothes. She'd tried dropping not-so-subtle hints. Nothing worked. Mason never got the message, and she was too chicken to just ask him out. Being this close to him was kind of nice.

"Ramona," said Mason, "whatever you're going to say, don't."

"But, Mason, I saw Angelica—"

"No," he said. "No, don't say it."

"Mason, I swear to God. I saw her. She was standing on the porch not two hours ago. She was fine. She can't have been dead—"

"Ramona, listen to me," said Mason, his voice deadly serious. "You can never tell anyone what you saw. Do you understand?"

"Was it a ghost or…" Ramona was struggling to process it all. Mason was close. His hands were gripping her arms. He was gazing into her eyes. But Angelica was dead! She needed to try to understand how Angelica could be dead and also be on the porch outside two hours ago smoking a cigarette.

"No," said Mason. "You didn't see anything."

"Mason, you're not making sense."

"You're not making sense. You're saying you saw a dead girl."

"I don't know. I did. She didn't look…dead."

"There are things in Elston that you don't know about. Things you don't understand. Things that could hurt you."

"Mason—" He was seriously creeping her out. Was this another delusion? Like the falling stars?

"If you tell anyone that you saw Angelica tonight, bad things will happen. Very bad things. Do you understand?"

"Are you wasted again? Like you were that other night?"

"For me, Ramona? As a favor? For me?" He looked at her with his deep blue eyes.

How could she resist?

Chapter Four

As the second branch scraped his face, Mason wished his eyes would adjust to the change in light more quickly. He stopped, blinking hard. It didn't work. He still couldn't see. Raising his hand, he began to move forward gingerly, hoping branches would collide with his arm and not his eyes and forehead. There was a path through the woods somewhere, but he could never find it, especially not at night. He turned. Behind him, in the distance, he could still see the light of the bonfire through the trees. He debated going back the way he came and looking for the path again. Maybe this time, he'd get lucky and find it. But he was late already, so he trudged on. His eyes fully adjusted ten minutes later, when he finally reached his destination. It figured.

Mason emerged into a small clearing in the woods. In the center was a raised stone shaped like a table or a pulpit. Blair was sitting on it.

"You're late," she snapped.

Mason shrugged. "I'm sorry."

"Spare me. You're not. You're really not sorry at all."

"Ramona?"

"She won't be saying anything," said Mason. "I've got it taken care of. Don't worry about it."

"You're dangerously close to ruining everything. You know that. And you don't seem to care." Blair slid off the rock and faced him. "Sometimes I think I could just kill you."

Mason chuckled. "That would be nice, wouldn’t it?"

"If anything goes wrong," said Blair, "anything at all, I will blame you."

"Me? What about your carelessness with Garrett Hillard? You don't think that's a problem?"

"I can handle Garrett."

"And I can handle Ramona."

Blair shrugged. "We'll see."

Part Two

Chapter Five

It was late April. Summer breathed hot on Ramona's neck. Angelica had been dead for six months. No one even talked about it anymore. Ramona tried not to think about it, but sometimes the memory tunneled out from deep in her brain, digging its way out of her ear canal. It perched on her shoulder with the gore from inside her head still clinging to it, whispering, "Remember." She didn't usually bring it up. Not because of Mason's warnings. Mason was just crazy or wasted or both. But that night at the bar, for some reason, she did talk about it.

Ramona sometimes thought she would go insane if she didn't get the fuck out of Elston. She did little more than think about leaving, however. She did take her GREs. But she didn't apply to grad schools. It was late April. Her lease would be up on the apartment above The Grind before she knew it. To Ramona, it felt like déjà vu all over again. Hadn't she done this last year? Hadn't she felt the same way? Felt like she should be moving on, getting out, going on with her life? No. Not exactly. This year, it was easier. This year, she saw years of Aprils stretching out in front of her, and they were exactly the same. The thought terrified her, but comforted her somehow too. Everything all laid out. Fixed. Done. She wouldn't have to work for anything anymore. She wouldn't have to try. Everything would be worked out for her.