Spirits Chapter 4

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DeniseC! - I know how you feel, I have been with mine for 13months now! I couldn't be without him ever. uhm... inspiration? I have no idea the truth is I wrote this story a very long time ago and I'm only editing it now. I think its cause weird things began to happen to me after my uncle died? Anyway enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 4

That night, it took me a while to realize why I wasn’t sleeping.

It wasn’t because of the lack of arms around me, or the emptiness of my now cold bed like it always was but because there was a constant knocking scratching sound coming from my open bedroom door.

When I switched on my rouge lamp I looked around nervously to find that the sound was gone.

Nevertheless, as soon as I switched off the light the sound was back again, scratching as if its life depended on it. Light sweat dotted my forehead, I was scared.

I flicked on the light again, jumping for the light with no success. My merciless culprit remained unfound.

I deliberated opening the cupboard for a moment. Fear churned my stomach, what if I found something? Or worse yet, what if I opened the cupboard, having to face the fact that the sadistic scratching was not in the cupboard; but somewhere much closer.

Fear nagged at every core of my sweating body, I regretted buying the rouge lamp which now casted a sinister glow in my empty room

I decided to keep the rouge light on, cursing myself for getting the red lamp. I shrugged of the image of my blood spluttering the walls and tried to sleep.

Lying in bed like a scared child watching every corner of my room.

I knew that I would not sleep.

The room swirled slowly before my eyes reminding me of clinging cold mist on a rainy day.

I shrugged it all off preferring my thoughts of pretty butterflies, meadows and golden candy to put myself to sleep but no matter how hard I tried to think of something happy I couldn’t shake the image in my head of muddy brown eyes burning red in the darkness before I switched on the lamp.
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I hated summer; it was too hot to live especially, if you lived in a country that was renowned for never snowing.

I took a quick shower ignoring the fact that clothes had been set out for me and went to the kitchen.

Unconsciously I took out two bowls, and ate my cereal out of the one, leaving the other there in all its remembrance.

I was finally going back to school, I was smart I guess in order to survive I had to move on.

Going to class constantly or doing homework constantly, would provide temporary relief.

I closed my eyes remembering the time Alex had come home to a living room full of books and papers that I was studying from.

"Is it just me or do you have a personal tutor who gives you MORE WORK THAN ANYONE ELSE CAN FATHOM?" He looked longingly at his paper covered couch.

I was one of those people who had to work their asses off for a 60 percent and so if I wasn’t being bothered by Alex I was working my ass off.

I smiled at him; he was annoyed that day and just wanted a beer and his darling T.V.

He didn’t smile back; I switched on the radio and cautiously approached my livid tiger as he watched my every move until I was in his arms.

He held me stiffly trying to figure out why there was a mischievous glint in my eye and then we were dancing.

I had to push him a bit at first but before long we were twirling around our small living room to We Belong Together.

It took all my concentration to not only remember the steps and not stomple all over my organized stacks of mess but also to get him to smile.

Luckily it didn’t take much, I am a terrible dancer so after misplacing my footing a couple of times and looking terribly embarrassed, he finally smiled his brown eyes shining happily with amusement.

His eyes made my heart speed and in no time all I wanted was a kiss.

I reached up to kiss him except it was a hopeless attempt, I bumped my nose on his chin and while trying retract my throbbing nose I finally misplaced my footing tripping over his feet before banging my ass on the carpet.

For a moment he just looked at me grinning then, bursts of laughter forced their way out of his lips and finally when I gave him a dirty look with my bright red face he laughed so hard tears came rolling down his face joining me on the floor before apologetically kissing me.

"you make me so happy Alexia."

He touched my cheek gently pulling my face to his lips kissing my eyelids, my forehead, my nose, my cheeks and finally he kissed my lips deeply before looking me in the eyes still holding my face.

"I love you, you know?"

"I love you too.... now go away!" I grinned at his fake shocked face. "I need to study!" I gestured at the papers and he gave me a naughty smile which was when I diligently threw him out.

That was a day that I could have had Alex but chose work over him.

That was a day full of memories that I could have had but had now missed out on.

But then again he promised never to die...

I shook my head going back to reality feeling the tears pouring from my face from a mere memory of him.

Alex...

I slammed the bowl across the room

"You fucken promised! I screamed to nothing in particular.

Then I felt it, the feeling of not being quite alone.

I did not look around to confirm my suspicions.

I grabbed my bag and ran out of the flat feeling something chasing me as my feet pounded down the hollow staircases of my apartment block.

It was deserted but the sounds of my steps echoed behind me as I forced myself to move faster.

I stumbled down the last set of stairs leaving the cold grey walls behind me.

I forced open the glass doors before me, stumbling on a busy street with staring passerby’s.
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I hated class, I was never like Alex he went into business because he was willing to take risks, risks that could make him famous or be his downfall.

I was the one that always took the straight less adventurous path.

I was going to study to be a doctor even thought blood wasn’t really my favorite thing in the world.

There were always going to be sick people so I would always have a job.

Today’s class was more distracting than usual because from the corner of my eye I kept seeing something, I kept feeling like something was watching me and I couldn’t help but hope that it would be Alex.

I went through the day hearing people say they’re sorry from a distance.

I cracked a joke at my nervous friends about people saying sorry like it was their fault but all I got was silence.

I ended up bunking my last class knowing I’d pay for all this bunking at the end of the year.

I went straight to Professor Baxter and for once I wasn’t treated like a cripple, there was no I’m sorrys or hurt.

Prof had been doing extensive research through out the week about the dangers of ghosts and how they could hurt people.

He used small unexplainable cuts as an example saying that they could be ghosts trying to say goodbye but instead loosing control of its extensive amount of power.

He wanted to try calling some but he first wanted to make sure there were no marks on his body.

Because he knew I wouldn’t be up for checking every part of his body he decided to build a mirror room, a tiny room not bigger then a queen bed that would be filled with mirrors so he could see every inch of his body closely.

Prof Baxter had A LOT of money sometimes I thought that he had too much money for his own good.

He had a passion project rather than a job.

The room was already made so it was my job to put the mirrors up.

The first thing I did was switch on the light; I was beginning to feel like a child again, I was scared of the dark.

I nervously put up the first 3 huge mirrors staring at my scared pale blue eyes waiting for it to happen but it was when I put the 4th mirror up that freaky things began to materialize.

The mirror that stood before me wide and haunting began to steam up. My pale eyes disappearing within its dense haze to form muddy brown ones, all the other mirrors soon followed suit seeming to scream.

My heart pounded, my palms sweated as my entire body trembled.

I looked away, my feet unable to move.

The lights went out.

I screamed running out of the room as fast as my legs could take me only to be grabbed by brute arms that held me fast.

I could see the brown eyes before me, the muddy brown eyes almost calling for me.

I screamed again the whole house was dark, and before I knew it I was on the floor crying.

The scratching, the chocolate the neat bed and the clothes, how long could I live like this?

The hands still held me unsure; I welcomed the death my captor would grant me.

"what did you see?" i sighed, it was only the Professor.

"nothing…"

‘you know Alex, the reason I chose you out of a class of 30 students was because you were most sensitive to any sound."

"no... you chose me because I wouldn’t stop bugging you" I rubbed away the tears, I still trembled, but knowing I wasn’t alone helped, even if it was Baxter.

"true…" he didn’t expect my sharpness, he struggled for words. He wanted information.
"but look… I choose this property because it’s the most sensitive to other beings and for some strange reason, my lights have gone of, now I don’t mean to brag but I’m a pretty well known money man in this city, and load shedding does not affect me."

I looked at him wondering if I should tell my old friend.

"girls don’t run out of rooms screaming much either especially ones who I work with in the dark all the time" he laughed his worry turning into joy.

Professor Baxter was slightly bipolar; he went from happy to scary to sad in a matter of seconds, which was why his family had allowed him to break loose.
I was calm, the trembling had stopped and before he could go crazy I grabbed my bag and left.

Nonchalantly saying "think I’ll take a day of" as I walked away setting my sight on the distant graveyard.

Authors note

Load- Shedding - is when the lights go out in a specific area this is usually planned by the municipality. (sorry if you knew this.)