Angel of Light (A Zak Bagans Story)

Chapter 119: Angry at a Spirit

Hello again readers. I apologize once again for the large gap in updating.

I originally intended to wrap up this lockdown before I updated, but a life event has changed this.

My grandfather, after spending nearly a month in the hospital, somewhat unexpectedly passed away on Monday. I'm having a very hard time, as I'm feeling a lot of guilt, and feel like a disappointment and let down to him, because I didn't get my life "in order" before he passed. I know logically that's not true, as he was one of the most understanding people (besides my parents) of my depression, anxiety, and abnormal life. I know he was proud of me, but with my low self esteem and self negativity, I think the negative thoughts almost 99 percent of the time...

Anyway, I want to thank all of you for your thoughts, prayers and patience during this stressful time. I'm posting these two chapters I had already written, because I'm not sure when I'll feel up to writing again, so I wanted to at least give you this small update.

Hope you enjoy the update.

Chapter 119: Angry at a Spirit

Alicia's Point of View

As I made my way back to the Visitor Centre – the building I had changed in - I was thankful I didn't see a single soul on the way. I didn't want to have to explain why I looked upset. I was even more grateful when I reached the building, and made my way to the room where my clothes were waiting for me. Patricia was no where in sight.

As I began to cross the room to grab my clothes off the chair so I could change, I stopped in my tracks when I suddenly saw Emily appear in front of me.

Before I could say anything, she turned halfway, and pointed at my clothes on the chair, and then looked back at me expectedly.

"Yes, I get it now," I started, my tone barely containing the anger I suddenly felt. "I should have stayed in those clothes!" I added.

Emily shook her head in a clear "no" motion, and pointed at my clothes again.

I felt my anger – as irrational as it may have been – rise even more.

"What? If that's not what you meant, then what are you trying to tell me?!" I seethed.

I still felt incredibly embarrassed, even though I was alone, and now I was getting frustrated with Emily's lack of clarity.

Emily frowned, and just motioned to the chair again.

I snapped then, all my emotions reaching their breaking point.

"I don't understand! Okay?!" I nearly yelled. "I'm not a mind reader!" I added in frustration, as I walked past Emily and over toward the chair.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the chair suddenly fell over – quite violently – and spilled my clothes onto the dusty, wooden floor.

I groaned in frustration as I bent down and grabbed the first item my hand reached – my cowboy hat. Then, as I stood up, I whirled around to face Emily again.

"It's not my fault!" I snarled. "Why can't you just talk to us!? All of you?!" I yelled, throwing my cowboy hat at Emily.

I heard a familiar cry, a cry which brought flashes of the day Emily had drowned. A cry of fear just like she had called many times that day, as she vanished.

It wasn't until my cowboy hat hit the wall and fell to the floor, that I realized what she had been trying to tell me.

I saw my silver cross necklace that Zak had given me for protection, fall from the hat and land on the floor.