27 Club [Brian Jones X Reader]

"Wot?" [Chapter 9]

"Ugh," You were laying down on the ground, in some random alleyway. A bit of sunshine reached into the depths of the alleyway and struck your face, making you blink over and over again. You felt really weird. As if you went up on a tall rollercoaster and shot straight down it and somehow ended up on the ground. Your joints felt locked up and you could hardly move.

Wait. You could feel your joints locked up. The solid potion that you drank before must've carried over. You would be solid for a little while before returning back to a ghost's natural state.

"I. Wish. I. Could. Move," You groaned and attempted to get up, but it was pretty hard considering you had just time traveled back 50 years. A slight breeze whisked it's way into the alleyway, blowing at your face and your hair. You missed the simple things, like feeling a cool breeze, swimming, eating (*Insert favourite food here*), and those great things. It was funny to think that a few days ago you were still living, and now you were a ghost who was currently in the year 1969, or so you thought.

"Ma'am?" A man poked his head into the alleyway. He was wearing an old pair of blue jeans, a sweaty white work shirt, and wore a black cap on his head. His hair was black as night and his face had smudges of coal all over it along with hints of dried blood. "Are you lost? Can you get up?" The man sounded concerned. Maybe he cared about random strangers who just so happen to be supernatural.

"Yes, I am. But no, I'm not," You stared up at the sky with a blank expression on your face. You didn't move a muscle, and maybe if you acted out of it enough, he would leave you alone.
"Wot?" The man sounded confused. "That makes no sense. If you want me to help you, you got to tell me wot's wrong.

"Tell me sir, what year is it?" You asked, and was able to lift your head up and look at the man.

"1969, obviously. Why do you ask? Is there something wrong with you?"

"I-" You hesitated and felt as you slowly lifted in the air and started to glow. The man's eyes seemed to bulge out of his head. His mouth was opened very wide. He was in major disbelief, a simple man like him could not wrap his mind around anything that was too out of the ordinary. "Is this a good enough answer?"

"What the h*ll are you!" The man pointed at you in fear.

"A ghost," You replied calmly.

"Ghosts aren't real though!"

"They are," You replied, "but a ghost never saw the point in visiting you."

The man gave you a confused look. You floated over towards him, and hovered around three feet off of the ground. The man held his arms out towards you and backed away fearfully. "Stop! Stay away you demon! I'll call the police on you!"

You chuckled. "And what's the police going to do? Try to take a photograph of me? You do know ghosts can't see their reflection in a mirror and can't show up on film or photograph, right?"

"They can't?" The man proceeded to swear under his breath. "Uh, please don't hurt me!"

You knew that you couldn't hurt the man, it was impossible. But maybe you could manipulate his fear and turn it into something useful. "I won't hurt you, if-"

"If what!? I'll do anything for you! Please don't hurt me!"

You glared at the man for interrupting you. "If you tell me where the Cotchford Farm is at."

"Oh, yeah! That's easy to figure out!" The man exclaimed. "You can either take the Hartfield bus there but I assume that would be hard for you to do, or you can go towards the direction of Ashdown forest and you'll see Cotchford Lane which is nearby. Just head east from where we're standing and you'll find it pretty easily."

"Thank you. That helps out a lot actually."

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome. Now why exactly, do you want to go to the Cotchford Farm?" The man asked, obviously curious.

"To try to stop fate."

"Wot?"

"You wouldn't understand it."

"Alright, well, good luck with whatever you're doing," The man said quickly, and as soon as he said that, he ran away and wasn't so sure if you were real, or he was just talking to himself.

"Thanks," You called out to him and shook your head sadly. His encounter with you would probably be the most interesting thing to happen in his life. And that in itself was sad.

You set your feet on the ground and started to walk out of the alleyway, but when you reached the sunlight, you felt an uncomfortable tingling feeling. It was probably the only thing that you could feel as a ghost. When you gotten further into the sunlight (you were invisible at this time), the tingling sensation turned into intense pain. You hissed in pain, almost like a vampire, and flew at an unnatural speed towards the nearest shadow. There, you sighed in relief. It would probably be best to wait until night time to go.

***

After waiting for quite some time until the sun set, you ventured out under the cover of the night and made your way towards the Cotchford Farm, or more specifically, Brian Jones.