Royal vs Dragon

Chapter 22

Kaylee:

I stopped dead in my tracks.  There, standing right in front of the head chief of the kitchen staff was a ghost.  At least I assumed it was.  It had its head cut off and everything.  It was a man wearing a red cape and blue and white clothes with poofy shoulder sleeves changing to fitted sleeves down to almost his wrists.  He wore tights the color of the sea as well with elf shoes, except instead of green color it was white with blue fluffy cotton balls on the tips.  He held his head in his right hand, his green eyes piercing through me.  His hair was nice, though.  He was a brunette with short hair that had gentle waves added to it.  The guy just kept staring at me, and his eyes followed me everywhere I went.

I tried moving to my right, and then to my left, but he kept his gaze on me.  See?  What'd I tell ya? The guy's eyes followed me wherever I went.

The head chief of the kitchen staff was staring at me with a 'get a move on'-type face and folded arms, back slightly bent forward.

I started to walk up to her and mumbled a "yes, ma'am" to her as I walked up to her.  I managed to walk up to her without bumping into the dead guy with the cut off head in his hand, which was a bit of a relief, since I didn't want to touch the guy at all to begin with.  The thing is, I feel like it's a bit of an invasion of privacy for the ghosts and the feeling was usually cold and uncomfortable to some degree when touching spirits.  On some occasions, they might feel burning hot, like if maybe they were burned to death, or had some sort of burning torture before death, which is also quite unpleasant.  I discovered this information when I was a little kid, shortly after I met that little dead boy that I mentioned earlier with the wounded head.

My mom wasn't watching me at the time, but there were a few ghosts, which at the time I didn't know they were ghosts, but they came up to me and I put my hand through one of them.  I saw the ghost chasing after a butterfly for a short time earlier like a regular six-year old boy might do.  However, once I saw what he did I decided to go and try to touch him.  You see, he reached his hand out and made what looked like shooting white fire come from his hands, and burned the butterfly to a crisp.  I should have been scared, but for some reason, I wasn't.  I don't know why.  Maybe it was because my curiosity overrode my sense of fear, and because of that, no alarm rang through my brain, hoping to warn me about present dangers at the moment.

He came up to me and I came up to him, thinking about trying to touch him.  But wouldn't you know it?  There was no flesh and bones and my hand just slid through his body completely.

You know?  There's another unpleasant thing that I forgot to mention about what happens when you touch a ghost.  The thing is, when you touch a ghost, you can actually see how they died as well as see their memories engraved into their minds and souls, and experience their feelings and everything they felt along with their final moments.  You could feel their pain, suffering, fear, death, peace, and whatever else there might be that their bodies experienced during that time.  The immediate deaths were usually easier to handle, or the ones who died in their sleep.  Dying in their sleep was actually extremely pleasant, especially, when you compare it to several other types of deaths that could happen to anyone.  I won't go too deep into detail about how the ghosts died that I met that day since it's too gruesome and horrible for me to experience once more.  It gave me a terrible trauma when I was a kid.

Going back to when I touched the boy, I felt an immense coldness through my bones, and I felt uncomfortable to the point that I felt claustrophobic.  I saw how the young boy died.  His hair was it's usual brilliance of chocolate brown, waving through the wind, and he was chasing after a butterfly just like I saw him doing earlier.  He went chasing after it into the forest, leaving his parents behind without them realizing he left as they were too busy talking with what seemed like their friend.  As the boy was chasing after the butterfly, trying to catch it, he tripped and fell, landing in just the wrong place as he hit his head and instantly died from it.  When he died, the only feeling he had was the fear of falling down, not thinking he would die, but in the end, he did.  His ghost lingered there a little bit, just until his parents and a search party came looking for him and found his body.  His parents felt sad and horrified finding him lying dead on the ground, his bug net in his hand.  They picked his body up and held him in their arms and cried.  His ghost felt sad and left them after that, and now he was doing more or less the same thing after death.  Just chasing bugs around, enjoying himself.  Ignoring everything else around him and just paying attention to the present.