The Secrets of an Old Soul

Constance's Theater

Have you ever heard the term "old soul"? I'm sure you have, if not then I will explain it. When someone is told they have an old soul it could be that that person is behaving more like an elderly person, likes things that most people don't, and probably used to be popular, or they're a rule follower and learn quickly from their mistakes and others. In this book, we will not use those definitions, because here, we will use them in the literal sense. An old soul is one being's soul that has been around for a very long time, having been born again and again.

To reveal to you, my dear reader, their secrets, we must follow an Old Soul. Her name is Constance, and her physical age is 15 as of just tonight. Her Soul's age will remain unknown to the reader, but it is ancient, to say the least. Her Soul has come to the age where she has been allowed to recall memories. All the light blonde can currently remember is hardly a memory at all but instructions. She woke up at the odd time of 3:09 am and walked into the white carpeted living room. She turned on the tv at 3:11, changing the channel until there was static, then standing in front of it until she was no longer standing in her living room.

Constance now stood in the middle of the street, it stretched on for miles with no end in sight both ways. There was so much fog that whatever was behind her was never to be seen. In front of her stood an old theatre, the lights shining pinks and blues, giving her surroundings a dreamy haze. She felt nothing but calm as if she had all the time in the world and absolutely nothing could bring her harm. That of course was true. She stood on a plane of existence where time is irrelevant and seemingly unnatural. There was nothing here that was hostile and the entire theatre could never fall apart.

She walked up to the ticket booth, saying nothing. The usher simply looked at her and said, "Ms. Constance, you are in screening room 218." He handed her a white ticket with the number 218 and her name, Constance Ostler. As she went to open the door a hand reached out from behind her and opened it. She turned to see a tall, dark-haired boy who looked about the same age. He had such vibrantly blue eyes and something about them felt so familiar.

"Do I know you?" His voice sounded like honey and had an ethereal ringing.

"I... Don't know." She replied, noticing her voice also had an ethereal ring. It was hauntingly beautiful. He held her gaze for what felt like an eternity, her equally blue eyes trapped in his until she remembered what she was doing.

"Well," she whispered, "I guess we'll just have to find out, won't we?"

"I guess we will," he whispered back.

"Thank you for holding the door."

"Of course."

"I'll... see you around."

"See you."

She walked in and a man offered to take her coat so she handed him her sweater, leaving her to wander in her white, knee-length dress. There was a snack booth and she was offered either popcorn or soda, so she took a popcorn bag. She had a piece and suddenly felt a nostalgic feeling. She walked down the hall, passing door after door until she came upon hers. All the doors were different and unique, Constance's doors were sage green, covered in vines and flowers, and the gold handles were curved and intricately designed.

She pulled the doors open and walked inside. The walls were dark green and the light inside was faint, just enough to see. everything was overgrown including the numerous, empty yellow seats. She walked to the other side of the seats, still behind them all, and into another room. There, stood an elderly man, organizing old reels.

"Hello Ms. Constance," he said without looking at her. "What life would you like to watch?"

She thought for a moment. "Could I see my last life?"

"Of course, take a seat."

She did as he said, finding a seat right in the middle in the left rows. She had never sat somewhere so comfortable, it was like sitting on a cloud. Then she heard a whirring and the big screen in front of her lit up, and suddenly it was like she was there.