Ghosts of Casa Loma ... Chapter 4

Xara - I know it's so sad... poor Issaic. So close. Haha, you just keep making me laugh. "At least Aria didn't get eaten alive or something." I don't even think I could describe a nasty scene like that, I think I'll leave that to the horror professionals! Haha, I'm glad you like my name too! Thank you honey!
Vatsala- Awwwh thank you!
Vemn P- I know it is really sad to think about. But things happen ... maybe not to this extent but there are crazy scenes out there.
Lol X - Thank you ! And Issaic is hot! ;) Thanks for reading! Teehee
Tavi Taffy - Haha, thank yoooooou ! And isn't he? hehe, thanks love!

Lizsizzle- Aha that means so much to me, my o faithful reader! Now if you could fetch me some grapes, thanks! LOL kidding, kidding, kidding! Reading is enough!
And I read your email, I'll reply soon with some ideas, don't worry, especially the training part! =D
Faith K - Yay for 17! Issaic's had it pretty rough... hopefully it all turns better for him?
"If I should die now,then I'm glad the last thing I saw is you." that is really sweet! so sweet, so amazingly sweet! You gotta visit Casa Loma, if you ever do, let me know and I'll give you a grand tour! It's such a cool place you have to see it. And Issaic is so gorgeous! Now if only he was real...Mine are brown. Blah. But meh, and blue are so nice. I'd love to see violet, gray & green eyes. My fantasies! Oh boy, I hope I never encounter ghosts ever either! I'm like Aria, I may like them but I prefer to leave it to the imagination xD

***Note: I'm changing the name of my story so from Chapter 5 and onwards the title is going to be -- "The Guilty One... Chapter 5"
So be on the lookout for a new title in the love and romance section! Thank you guys! Mwaaaaah!
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CHAPTER 4

"Oh my god!" I cried, "I'm so sorry!"

Issaic had already turned his head away. I reached out and turned it back to face me. I saw the glimmer of tears brimming over. I did the only thing I knew to do.

I hugged him. I held him tight and let his tears wash over, wetting my shirt. I didn't care. He had gone through so much, he needed some support even if it was too late. I felt my own eyes begin to get wet, but I subtly wiped it away before he could notice.

He finally pulled away, "I'm sorry..."

"No, don't apologize."

My shirt was already dry. I guess the tears weren't real, him being just an image of some sort.

"Not once in the year that I had known her was I given the chance to say those blessed three words back to her, not once! I didn't even get the chance to say it back to her when she had said it."
I assumed the three words were 'I love you." How tragic...

He managed to smile. "Yes, so that is my sad story,"

I smiled back at him. He lifted his hand and used his thumb to wipe a tear that was rolling down my cheek. Great job being moral support, Aria. I felt that shiver again...but he didn't feel cold.

I wanted to try to lighten the mood. "So... I guess having my wedding here isn't a good idea?" I ask.

He looked surprised. "You would like your wedding here?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "I've been planning it for as long as I can remember," I say.

"I wouldn't tell you anywhere else that is better, although I don't know what the world has come to now but..."

"You had your ceremony in the gardens?" I asked.

He nods, smiling. "Of course, where else is better?"

"Which is exactly what I said!"

Issaic laughs. His laugh... Oh my god, I think I was going to go crazy. "If only I had lived to enjoy at least that ceremony, so much planning, so much money, gone to waste..."

"At least you got to be in the moment," I said.

"The moment?"

"Yeah. You know, standing at the altar in front of your friends and family watching in joy as the love of your life came to meet you." I didn't know if I were making this worse or better.

I saw Issaic squint his beautiful blue eyes, which caused his long and curved dark lashes to stand out. I stared as he scrunched up his eyebrows, those perfectly trimmed eyebrows. They were perfect even though I knew he didn't do them. I mean did they have threading and waxing back then? Some guys were given all the luck.

"I'm sorry? How does that help?" he asked.

I didn't miss a beat. "Don't keep feeling sorry for yourself. Instead of reliving the horrific parts of your...last day, live the happier parts-"

"But there were only horrifying details of my wedding day!" Issaic shouted.

I kept myself calm and collected since somebody had to. "Not from what you told me. It was the happiest day of your life. Remember the good parts of it. How beautiful she looked in her gown. How happy your parents were to be sending you off. How excited YOU were. You couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with her and it's not over. Elizabeth will always be with you. It just depends on how close you want to keep her." I placed my hand on his chest. I expected to hear a strong pumping heart but it wasn't possible.

"If you want to keep her in here," I knocked on his chest, it felt oddly hard, "or across the other side of the castle. It's all up to you."

"I'm dead Aria!"

"Does that really matter? If your love was really as strong as you say then it doesn't matter what happened to you nor what happened to Elizabeth. She will always be a part of you. Always. Keep her as close to you as possible and you two will never be apart."

Issaic's eyes twinkled and not from tears.

"Thank you...Aria. I'll try to remember that, even if it is a century overdue."

A century?

"Hey, if I had been there during your time I would've told you the same thing," I winked.

Issaic grinned and I saw his perfectly straight teeth. This man was too good to be true.

I decided to change the topic. "So what's this favor you wanted to ask me?"

"Oh right, you are just an eagar little lady, aren't you? So curious," he says.

"Curious? That's me. But...I am not little!" I say, offended.

"Compared to me, you are," he winks.

"Just how old are you?

"Mmm... around 115 years old."

I try not to show the shock on my face. "Oh that's not so bad, you're just around a century or so older. I can live with it." I think.

"And you?"

"Eighteen... or as far as I can tell."

"Ah, I was twenty-one when I died," Issaic said.

"See? You're not that old!"

He lets go of my hand and gets up, walking towards the window that overlooked the gardens. I immediately felt it. The sadness. The second he let go of my hand, I felt it. But Why?

"You've been living here for over a century? Is this how you pass time, talking to strangers?" I ask.

He looks over at me, repulsed. I gulped in spite of myself. Did I offend him?

"Never! Never in all these years have I made any kind of contact to another living soul!" he yelled.

"I-I'm sorry," I whimper. His face suddenly softens.

"There was just something about you, I just knew you would listen, but I thought I was just kidding myself, never has somebody paid attention to me," he said, turning back to the window.

"Maybe because nobody can see you?" I asked.

"Maybe..."

"Why haven't you tried to make contact?"

"Because it is preposterous, what am I possibly going to do by talking to a human...which is what I thought, until now..."

What was he talking about?

"What do you-" I got interrupted. That was when I heard the door open.

I jumped off the bed.

"Joey?" I ask.

"Aria? You're still here?" he asked, slowly walking towards me, looking around.

I glanced back at the window. Issaic had vanished.

"You know you're not exactly supposed to be touching anything right? That includes sitting on the bed," Joey explained.

Yeah? Who died and made you manager of the castle?

That's what I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut and just shrugged.

"What are you doing here?" Joey asked.

What does it look like? I'm talking to a dead person, can't you see? Well, of course you can't, because he's dead! Wasn't I special?

"What? You're not the only one that can look around," I say, looking around trying to see if Issaic was still here.

"I... I thought you ditched me, y'know?" Joey said.

"Uh huh..." I say, glancing back at my camera that was still in my hand. I should've taken a picture of Issaic, for proof. But then again, that would be violating his privacy.

I honestly couldn't care what Joey was saying. I wish he would just leave.

"I wanted to ask you something..."Joey said.

"Mhmm..." I tried leaning ever so slightly to look past him.

I look up at Joey who was slowly making his way towards me. Great, if he was expecting some action, he has another thing coming. I had learned a bit of karate from Brit and I wasn't afraid to use it.

"I wanted to know if that friend of yours that had waved at me this afternoon... if she's available?" he asked, shuffling his feet.

I tried to focus my eyes back on him. "Wait, what?"

"Your friend...is she single?"

"Brittney?"

"I guess so," Joey shrugged.

"You like her?"

Joey paused for a minute. "I could like her... if I got the chance to meet her, she seems fun. Energetic. She talked to me a bit after you left to the washroom, plus she's so hot!" Joey winked.

Who did he think he was talking to, another jock?

"So...what was with the stalking me all about then?" I was furious. This whole time I thought he had been after me!

"Stalking you? Of course not! All I wanted was to ask about Brit. Get some inside details about her...?" Joey paused, "Wait, you never thought that I was coming after you, did you?"

Stupid Brit making me think he wanted me!

I felt myself blush. "No!"

Joey laughed. He had some nerve to laugh.

"That's classic! It's hilarious to think of the girls that fall for me even though they would never get the chance," he smirked.

But quickly added in, "sorry, for making you feel that way though." He was saying it as if he had to say it instead of actually meaning it. I didn't need his pity.
I felt the tears start to bubble up in my eyes. No, Aria, you can't cry. Be strong! Sure, I didn't like him and all but I had been a tiny bit flattered at the attention. But now he was making fun of me?

"I just thought that Brit, was it? Was the one interested in me. I figured if I showed interest in you then I'd be able to find out if SHE really liked me or not. I mean hanging out with you gave me a chance to also talk to her afterwards..." Joey's eyes fell to the floor.

This was so embarrassing. I was so stupid. To think any guy would show some interest in plain old me?

That was when I saw Issaic, standing at least two feet behind Joey. He looked furious.

"Issaic?" I asked.

"No, my name is Joey, how could you forget that fast?" Joey asked.

I forgot about Joey in a second. Issaic stood where he was. His blue eyes glowed ferociously. Could ghosts do that?

"Issaic...just talk to me..." I whispered. Something was going to happen.

"Aria, my name is Joey! And I am talking to you! Are you feeling okay?" Joey butt in.

Oh, right. Joey. I looked at him for two seconds before looking back at Issaic.

It looked like he was chanting something. What on earth?

"What, what are you doing?" I sputtered.

"What?" asked Joey, but then he noticed that I wasn't looking at him but behind him. He turned around then I saw the confusion painted on his face.

I blew up. "Could you shut up for just one minute? God, your voice is like a broken answering machine! One more second with you and I'm going to rip my hair out!"

"What are you looking at?" Joey asked instead, "Aria?"

Was he deaf?

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE JOEY!"

Issaic took that opportunity to appear right in front of Joey's face.

Joey fell backward as his face immediately paled and his eyes bulged. "What the hell is that?"

"A ghost," I replied casually.

"Get it away! Get it away!"

"It's not a bee or something to just shoo away. It's a person." Was it so wrong to be enjoying this?

At that moment, there was a huge explosion. Or that's what it felt like. The floor shook as a huge flash of white illuminated the room. I literally got thrown back, onto the bed.

I glimpsed through my eyes. But the light was too strong, it brought me to tears.

"NOOO! Issaic!!" I screamed.

It couldn't be. Issaic was entering Joey's body! What was he doing?

No, my eyes had to be playing tricks on me. This is all just a really weird dream. I knew I had eaten too much apple pie last night.

Darkness consumed me.
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Image: Casa Loma.

Decided to pop in pictures of Casa Loma in order for people to see the place in case they haven't seen any pictures.