In Dire Need of Cessation

Four

Previously: "Carlisle, have you ever had any suspicions of the existence of...ghosts?"

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The two of them looked at me blankly, not expressing any emotion as the question rang in the silence of the air. The suspense was becoming painful, but I could hear the whispers of their mind through my gift- relieving the building anxiety in my chest. 

What has happened? Something must have been instigated for Edward to be in the belief of ghosts. Esme's concern was first, displaying evidence of a mother's love.

While Carlisle was playing a memory, presumably from many years prior as the fashion sense looked more in the nineteenth century. It wasn't a very extravagant memory, with figures under white blankets or All Hallow's Eve, but instead, a book. It was situated upon an oak table which was surfaced with other books, sheets of discolored paper and withering candles. The thick bundle of papers was secured around a leather cover, engraved with words in latin.

Immortuorum. Spiritus.

From my years of studying a diverse range of languages, I knew instantly that it was translated to 'The undead. Spirts.' In a delicate script, that could only be written by hand. The memory I was trespassing into then proceeded to open the book, flicking through the pages as if that wasn't the first time Carlisle had assessed the book.

The scanning of the book quickly stopped halfway through. Fantasma, translating to 'apparition' was titled. The two pages were full of a personal experience with the undead. At the time, Carlisle hadn't believed it, concluding that it was a pseudo.

But now he was reconsidering the possibility.

"Are we at risk if we were to stay?" Carlisle asked, clearing his mind of the memory and replacing it with an image of the family. As the leader of our family, he always thought about all possibilities before submitting an answer.

I struggled with my answer, though. Since the incident in the basement, the thing hadn't made any movement against me. But what if it was just waiting for the right moment?

"I don't know." I frowned. "Since you've been gone it has been moving things, but..." I knew there was something behind its actions, a reason, as otherwise, it could have been causing havoc repeatedly, not stopping until it received what it desired. But it did stop. "I think it only does something to alert us its presence when it's unhappy. I'm not sure, but I feel as though if it doesn't want something to change, for instance taking things from the house, it would do something. But it hasn't tried to touch me physically." Esme leaned into Carlisle, while the two of them looked at me. I was surprised at how easily they had accepted this. They didn't question my judgment, didn't double think about my sanity, but instantly believed me.

The thought would have made me smile; it was as if I was a young boy that had just been praised for something by his parents.

"Should we consult the others in this matter?" Esme suggested while Carlisle was still trying to sort out this equation.

"I can already imagine their answer," I sighed. "Emmett would want a fight, Alice would look into the future, Rosalie would want to stay since this is one of the rainiest places in America, and Jasper would choose whatever Alice wants," I predicted.

I'll hold you to that one. Esme thought, although I knew she quietly agreed with me.

"I believe we should stay, ask the family, and just watch out," Carlisle terminated briefly. I cocked my head to the side, trying to figure his reasoning, but found nothing in his mind other than the book, Esme, and various different places we could move to if needed.