A Poltergeist Haunting

Sepher and her annoying "follower"

"Hey Sepher" said the voice in my head. I don't know why it said it like Sefer but I don't really know why it does anything. My real name is Spencer I can't remember my last name... but I'm drunk. I'm pretty sure that I'm around 19 or 20. I know this because I remember that I got busted a week ago for being underage, but screw it.

"Sepher" it said again. I took another shot and sighed. I was currently trying to ignore said voice in my head. I knew the voice wasn't caused by me being drunk because I heard it everyday. It was just louder when I was drunk.

"Sepher Sepher Sepher Sepher-" the voice continued. I groaned loudly and the bartender looked at me. I put my glass in front of him and gave him a smile filled with so much fake sobriety and kindness that I thought I could be an actor.

"Ok sweetie how bout I call someone to come get you" he said. I shook my head which sent me into a dizzy haze. I pointed at my glass because I felt like I couldn't talk. The bartender took my glass and put it on the counter behind him before turning back to me with a sigh.

"What if I got you a room at the inn a couple streets over, plenty of cabs stop there and could bring you back, I'll be here from 12:00-3:00 so you can get your car but you gotta get some sleep" he said with a worried frown. I looked around and saw I was one of the only people here. I looked at the clock but it was too blurry to see. I shook my head again and opened my mouth to speak.

"I'm 24 and I can drink... get me another round" I said in a shaky voice. The bartender who looked about my actual age put the glass he was cleaning down and jumped over the counter next to me. He took off his apron and sighed putting it on the counter.

"Hey Damian, Patty I'm gonna take this girl to the inn can you cover? I'll be right back" he said. The other bartender and a barista looked at him and began walking over. I shook my head and the guy whistled slowly.

"Damn that girl is wasted" the guy, Duke I think, said. I shot him a dirty look as he gave me a cocky grin. The barista slapped the guy in the back of the head with a dishtowel.

"Kay we'll cover just don't stay out too early" the girl said with a wink. The boy's face got red hot and he started shaking his head hysterically and then sighed shooting them a look.

"Thanks" the boy said sounding slightly irked. The boy reached out his hand to help me up but I slapped it away. I stood up to my full height of 5'6" and let my platinum blonde hair fall to my elbow. My eyes were usually silver but could change colors when I changed emotions. I had extremely pale skin that was even paler from drinking. I make a polar bear look sun-tanned.

The boy led me outside and offered to drive my car. I shook my head because I was the only one allowed to drive my black 1967 Chevrolet Impala that I bought from a crap car dealer. Then I saw it on a tv show and repeatedly slammed my head into a wall... at least she drives like a dream.

Anyway we slowly began walking down a couple streets. Of course by walking I mean the boy was walking and I was stumbling about like a fool. Of course the kid kept having to pull me back because I would start to jaywalk when there was no one there. Damn goody two shoes strangers.

"So what's your name?" He asked. I didn't like talking when I was drunk, or ever really. I stayed silent for a couple minutes until he cleared his throat. Ha he thought that I couldn't hear him. Finally when he kept pestering me I sighed and shoved my hands in my black jean pockets after pulling my black, waist length, leather jacket over my plain, grey, shirt. I pulled my silver heart locket out of my shirt and stared at the now red gemstone in the middle of it. My black, steel toe, combat boots raised my height about another inch so i was 6'6" and clomped on the pavement with every step.