This rocking chair is more maddening than the darkness, it's all I have, just an empty rooms and some boring old instruments. I can't even play them cause I'm afraid my uncle will find some way to get rid of me. I feel like a mouse or a cockroach hiding away. I cant do this I cant do this. Being dead is worse than living ever was. It's more maddening it's utterly impossible to stay sane IMPOSSIBLE. The ghosts went away though. I did finally get what I wanted, but now rather than with the ghosts as whole I am invisible among humans. This is the worst, I must have fucked everything up somehow. I stood up suddenly before I could get too deep into thought, when a car pulled up. It looked like they'd driven it straight out of the crusher before it had finished doing it's job. The red car was so heavily mangled I couldn't even tell what kind of car it would have been. A man almost fell out of it, Tanner? Tanner was known for being drunk all the time, but wrecking his car, he would rather die, unless his psycho wife did it for him. Gosh he is a complicated fellow. No it's not Tanner, though he doesn't look unalike him. The man went inside and I brushed him off as I went to Ryan's gun cabinet. I learned the in and outs of every single one within a week. All of a sudden this is all much less maddening. I could keep doing this forever I got a notebook and pens and began taking my notes, observations, chemicals I could mix to make the weapon more dangerous. How to stabilize them. All different alterations I could make several notebooks I stashed in the attic for when I'm alive again. I go to the building and tamper with cars and other mechanics and the things I could build, documenting everything. By the time i was strong enough to leave the property as a ghost still I went around, I found as much as I could know about machinery and all the ways to tamper it until it's a stable weapon. Sometimes this was a task. Not always. Main task is, Stability.
It was years before I figured I knew everything in the manner and went back to my Uncle's who was now in the middle of the woods and his manor grew older, how long has it been I look back at all the notebooks I stashed, nearly 60 years. The manor was now fenced in, the woods were protected. He hosted what seemed like an apartment building for the deranged and hiding criminals. Also he didn't own the place. What? That's lovely, I over wonder the halls passing Tanner and his psycho that he should have left years ago. Her name was evidently Scarlet. They had a son now, he sat on the floor with a coffee, Weird. I wondered more looking for an office, I passed my mom, she doesn't belong here. She was laughing with some horrible beast. What has this place become? I wondered more and more and more and found nothing but nightmares being hidden away from the world. I find the office after nearly an hour, A woman sat at the desk, a letter on the table addressed her as Madeline. She seemed to have the place in order, I walked out again to my old room, the door was locked so I passed through. This one was untouched, I smiled at the picture the walls the chair the instruments, all of it was here, but there was a mirror on the floor. Why? I looked at it and saw myself, the color in my eyes had gone, nothing left but a ring and a pupil. Wait. I looked again, I can see myself? I leaned on the mirror in curiosity and fell through.
I stopped in my tracks, It was on the ceiling here. Did I finally get into the living world? I check my pulse, no... I try to pass through the door and hit my head rather hard. What? I try the knob, I felt it, it was in my hands, cold metal. I felt relived and finally left. All that time I waited to be alive, what am I supposed to do now?
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Doomed to be Dead
ParanormalAlex was born into a some what strange family. He was the strangest of them though. Because He could speak with lost souls. Sometimes he would even get a soul mixed up with a real person. See weather this becomes a blessing or a curse.
