CHAPTER 4
Cold was the night of that fateful day. After the screams had bled out and the sirens had stopped wailing, all that could be heard was the pitter patter of raindrops on the floor. Eloise was sat on a bench, head in hands, I had once seen her do that at school and it was never about anything good, it could have gone one of three ways:
Way One - An excessive amount of tears which would try to be concealed by a set of different actions such as looking out a window and wiping the tears away.
Way Two - Depending on the situation, if someone was to make her angry or upset, the person in question would end up with a black eye, or worse.
Way Three - Silent acceptance, the best possible outcome.
Unfortunately, I was wrong. There is a fourth possible outcome, which is the worst by far..
Unexpected way Four - Eloise will suddenly become Hercule Poirot , an extremely good detective and walking questionnaire, although she didn't sprout Poirot's immense mustache, she did sprout a mind full of questions.
She asked me questions, upon questions, upon questions. If I were to have taken a guess how many, I would have guessed around four hundred and twenty three questions in total ! Some questions repeated themselves, some made no utter sense and the rest were so bland and basic that I forgot them a short moment after they were asked. I could tell that she was still confused and partly disbelieving to my "death", but yet again, so was I. When the storm eventually blew over, the mall got increasingly less populated, until it almost seemed it was just me and Eloise. Using the emptiness of the mall and Eloise still being a Poirot, she decided to do some physical tests beginning with the stereotypical belief that ghosts can walk through walls, she places a small cup on the floor on the opposite side of the wall and finds a position she can see both the cup and myself, she slowly starts me off like it was some sort of race saying ready, set , GO! I ran at the wall and braced my arms in front of my face in case it didn't work. She gasped. I lowered my arms but did not see the cup in front of me, but the ceiling. It appeared that ghosts did not go through walls but they could defy physics and walk on any gradient , even if it was upside down. I walked on the ceiling and only one thing was the same as being alive and that was the rush of blood to your head, it reminded me of being a small child and hanging backwards over the sofa and pretending to be a bat. I walked over to Eloise and she gave out a small snigger at the sight of my hair flopping around. I snapped my fingers and pointed at Eloise because I got her to laugh. Her laugh was all I could think about at that moment, such a sweet sound, it almost reminded me of a piano tenderly playing the lighter notes like in the beginning of the song 'Bring It On Home To Me' by Sam Cooke. I jumped whilst flipping myself to get back on the same level of ground as her. "Did you see me on the ceiling!" I sarcastically said, I yet again snapped my fingers and pointed to the ceiling but all of a sudden the speaker above us started making a long, shrill, vibrating noise. Eloise quickly cushioned her ears from the noise and started to shout "DiD YoU dO tHaT?! tRy ShUt It OfF! " I snapped my fingers again at the speaker and the racket stopped, I started to laugh and it somehow let way into a dance and I started to think, I snapped at the closest speaker and Eloise prepared her ears and wondered what I was doing.
"I heard the wireless back in 52,
lying awake and tuning in on you,
if I was young it didn't stop you coming through..."
Eloise knew what I was doing so she decided to join in and in perfect sync with the music she went " Oh Eh Oh " and she too, started to dance but we were abrupt by the entrance of her parents entering the mall, claiming to have heard the news about my death. They hugged Eloise and they all started walking away to the car, I just leant back and was slowly pushed along by the invisible border surrounding Eloise. Their car was a blue Volkswagen, it didn't seem old but it was the same car they used before Eloise was born and yet somehow they made it seem like it had only just been used. Eloise's dad opened her door for her and Eloise strapped herself in and just about when I was about to get in, he closed the door and as I can't go through solid objects, I had to just lay on the roof which in my extremely good opinion is actually much better and you can see more of the sky than looking out of the window. Being dead, you can't feel the wind on your face and I already missed the feeling, but you do also seem to appreciate life such as the deer that we just passed, it was a small little thing but it was living its life in the great outdoors to the fullest. In pity and sympathy for Eloise's apparent loss, her parents took her shopping for more new clothing, I took this chance to get myself some new clothes as my current wardrobe was all torn and burnt, if i were to put of visible clothes they would just turn invisible and unfeelable to anyone apart from Eloise and myself. If I were to have picked an outfit I would have had to make a good choice as the shops we went to were one time buy places. I got Eloise to lure them over to the suit and dress shop so I could forever "borrow" some new clothes. I think I chose a good eternal outfit to wear forever, I chose a color theme of ghouly white and by the end of the shop I looked like the man who walked around collecting gold in the music video "Gold" by Spandau Ballet. I was never on for the newer fashion of my own generation which mainly consisted of dark, oversized hoodies and jeans even in the summer when everyone was being scorched alive, I thought it to be absurd obviously but being dead you can't really feel anything not the warmth of a hug or the cold and bitterness of the winter winds. As I was bound to be at Eloise's side every millisecond of the day, we had to arrange some rules, such as I can not override her phone or television or any of her devices in that matter, no spying on her private business and head out of the window whilst in the bathroom. When we arrived back at her humble abode, a standard small town house made with light coloured bricks, so cement just blended in at a glance. Dogs, there was once a fairytale that the reason dogs bark with no given reason is because they can see ghosts. I am here to say this tale is extremely true but they knew me, so wouldn't bark, but kept sniffing around and trying to get my scent as if I gave off one! Do you ever think , maybe that the scents you can smell around you whilst out and about are just over ghosts and that's what the dogs sniff for on walks.
Sidenote:
Ghosts are not like casper,
we do have legs and we don't fly and
we don't become superheroes by blowing ourselves up
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Ghost Survivor
ParanormalIn this most ludicrous story, I embark on a journey unlike any other! Ive lived, died and lived again but who knows can I die twice?