Doors to the other side

Spirits around you

"Here Michael, have a nice day".
"Thanks, you too Ben".

Another day like many of them.
Michael was walking while eating his Falafel in the main street towards the park.

A day like usual.
White clouds in the sky, pigeons on the side walk and spectral plants manifesting at his feet.

Nothing unusual at least for him.
It is always been like this for Micheal.

He was like anyone else with the little difference that he saw the spirits of what he , and other people, ate.

Luckily these spectral spirits would remain for just a few hours.
It would be impossibile to live if it wasn't the case.

In fact eating a steak would manifest the entire cow, now think how many steak have you ate in your life.

If the spirits would remain for more than a few hours Micheal would be practically blinded by a world filled with ghosts.

Restaurants are still difficult place for him but that's another story.

Now his only worry was too finish his lunch and look at the ducks of the lake.

The legums, tomatoes and other spectral plants at his feet were gently swaing in the wind.
Real peace, no cars,no shouts, no peopl..
"Sorry, can I seat?"
Michael looked over the annoying voice.
A man in his 40th was standing with a carefree smile and short ash blonde hair.
Around him the usual spirts Michael would expect to see at lunch time.
Tomatoes, grain,some fruits and a little girl.

Michael froze.
It was the first time for him to see a human ghost.
It was frightening and It wasn't even an adult, she was a little girl no more than 10.

"Are you alright sir? You seem very pale"
The man seemed really caring in his tone.
He even started to search for something in his bag.

Beside him the girl's body was covered by a thin dress but her hands weren't.
Those were twisted and were trying to scratch the elegant man leg.

A strange reflaction was falling on the side of her face.

"Blood tears?".
At least that's what Michael thoughts, he couldn't see her eyes and sincerely he was too scared to move.

"There you are, here"
A bottle was now between theyr faces.

Michael didn't say anything.
He took the bottle, a fruity scent emerged from the semiopen lid.

He wasn't a stupid man, he knows that he should run, find a policemen and...

He took a big ship before returning the bottle.

"Sweet right? It's a juice of mine"
The man smile reached his eyes.

"Now I think it's best if I go, this sun Is like a killer today ahahahaha"
Without waiting for and answear he went his way.

Michael remained there.

While the spectral girl went past him he saw her face.
She wasn't looking towards him but he was sure.

Her eyes were no more, two black holes were replacing them.

"The police, I gotta find the police".
Murmbled Michael while getting up.

This action took an eternity for him but the istant he was up he started to run in the opposite direction of the man.

Five minutes, 30 seconds, maybe an hour.

Michael didn't know for how long he ran but he was finally in a police station.
To be fair he was once again seated but this time in front of someone desk .

Lunch time wasn't far away and many spectral entity were surrounding him.

Plants, trees, animals and fishes.

Every one of them swaying and gently moving in pleace.

"Good moorning, I'm the inspector Travis Wail, I was informed that you witness a potential murder".

The inspector was a burly man in his 50th with gray hair and a shaved face.

"Yes sir".

Michael didn't know how to inform the police but a story emerged in his mind .

One time he saw spectral fruit near his brother. He didn't saw the glutton ate the marmelade sandwich but the spirits were never casual.
So he told him that he saw some marmelade on his hands and that he would told mom if he didn't make another sandwich.

This time it wasn't fruits so he told the receptionist about some blood stains he saw on the hands of a passerby.

"Very well, please give me a document and repeat me what you saw".

The inspector tone was calm while he typed on the keyboard.

"Yes, I was at the park and.."
Michael hearth skipped a beat.

Beside his pocket there was a little girl, like 10 years old. She was wearing a simple dress and was looking towards him.

Her hands were twisted and two black holes were replacing her eyes.

A terribile fact emerged in Michael mind.

"I drank her blood".

Four simple words.

Just a few letter that destroyed his world.

What happened next was a blur to him.

A drop of the "juice" fell on his shirt while he drunk.

That and a few exams were all it took to judge and execute him.

Michael remained catatonic for most of the time before his death however.

Just one time he returned sane before descend even further into his madness.

When he saw the Lawyer of the accusing side.

It was the same man that gave him the bottle.

In his 40th, short blonde hair and a carefree smile.

That time was the last time that Michael spoke.

If screaming could be defined talking at all.