I blinked, he narrowed his eyes at me over his coffee, “I thought that was a dream.”
I smiled at him softly, “No, I’m afraid not.”
“Why wouldn’t it be,” He looked down into his mug as if it held the answers to the universe in its liquid caffeine saturated depths, he finally looked back up, “How come I can still see you? Before you just kind of faded away right?”
Debating on whether or not going into a lengthy description of magnetic fields and ley lines was too much for him to handle at the moment I settled for the simplest explanation, “The energy I need to manifest is in no short supply in this house.”
“So you’re like a battery, do you charge yourself up or what?”
I cocked my head to the side as I thought about this, it had never really occurred to me, to store some of the energy, “I suppose I could.” I closed my eyes, searching for the core of energy that swirled through my being. My brow furrowed I felt the core swell and contract as if alive, it was absorbing the energy.
He retreated back into his coffee cup, “Wonderful. Are you going to be…solid like that all day?”
I shifted to the edge of the chair that I sat on, “With as much energy as I have right now it’s very well possible, why?”
He rubbed the sleep sand out of his eyes before answering, “I have work today and I don’t feel like leaving a ghost in my apartment.”
“Well then I’ll go with you.”
He snapped to attention, green eyes sharp, “I don’t think so, how am I going to explain to the boys about a woman in 1950s’ period clothing following me around?”
My one eyebrow rose delicately in what I knew, was a haughty feminine look, “Well, it’s a good thing only you see me then isn’t it?”
“What?” His jaw fell open.
I tapped his chin with my finger, “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” He scowled at me but settled his lips into a thin line, “Now,” I held up a slim finger, “Do you remember what I told you last night? That you were sensitive to spirits? Well that means only you and others who are sensitive to spirits will see me. Now did any of your men ask about me last night?”
He shook his head no, so I continued on emboldened, “Then you’re the only sensitive person there, wouldn’t you say?”
He didn’t look particularly happy about it but he nodded, “I guess.”
“Then I will be following you to work this morning?”
“Only until I can get you back to your place.” He wagged a finger in my face that I swatted away. “Agreed.”
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Beyond the Veil
ParanormalLacy was your average fifties style house wife and would have done anything for her husband. A husband she doesnt love all to please her Mother. But what Lacy's mom doesnt know is that her husband is a psycopath and kills Lacy! Now Lacy is in betwee...
