Liz's POV
Sparks was a ghost. She lived on the school's auditorium stage where she died during her freshmen year not to long ago. I guessed this by what she was wearing; her outfit consisted of a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt with the school's logo on it, and a pair of simple, black elf boots. She had a short, small frame that made her no taller then 5 foot. Yet with those big brown eyes and a happy face, she was the face of pity to me.
Sparks couldn't remember her name. All she could was only a little bit of her death, her age, and what school she had gone to and that could have just been because she was bound here. See I'm a medium; every where I go every time of day they are there waiting for me to help. The only thing though is that sometimes I can't help. In all my 16 years here on earth I have never crossed over a spirit to the other side. My mom could do it easily but me I'm just a complete fail it seems. Spirits more or less are bound to a place, an object, or a person. Most that I have encountered are bound to the place of their death or the place where they felt most at home.
Sparks was when of the many I had encountered who was bound to her death place and one that my mother never met for sure because she was still here after the year and a half of knowing her existence. Back then she had told me the things she could remember since I guess it is in their DNA to know if you meet a medium make it known to them cause that means you're gonna be stuck here much longer then you already intended.
Sparks being her hyperbolic self thought she was murdered, but after getting all the details in my judgment it was just another juvenile accident. She remembered a boy looking down at her from the stage's loft before a bright light, as she described it, consumed her. After that she woke up like you wake up in the morning, but the only difference was is that no one can see you or hear you. You realize later on that you can walk through walls and give people the heevy jeebies by running your hand and other body parts through them. She also told me she doesn't mind those things, but the thing that I see really gets to them is the fact that they lost time.
Sparks and the others they don't seem to care that they can't remember or that people can't see them, what really gets to them is the fact that 2 days start to feel like one and then a month starts to feel like 2 days. Everyday when I see Sparks one of the first things I tell her is the day's date and she automatically knows what time it is because I go to see her during lunch.
Plopping myself down on the couch that Sparks has told me the theatre teacher takes naps on backstage with my school bag and lunch, I'm ready to eat lunch in peace and talk with Sparks on regular happens at the school. I swear I go to things I don't want to just to entertain this ghost. She rests herself next to me and I tell her the day's date out of habit. She usually tells me a response on a Monday morning after I haven't been at school for the past 2 days, but this time she's quiet which makes me nervous their is honestly nothing more frightening then a quiet ghost. It means their up to something; expressively when it concerns the spirits of Merlin's Bar.
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4 days ago
"What is this place?" the boy asked me.
"How can I trust you to know when I don't even know your name," I countered back.
"Peter you can call me Peter," he said smirking. He knew he had just mimicked me and for that I was rather grateful he had a sense a humor because I knew he would need it.
"Ok then this is...," I trailed off walking away from him towards the narrow stairs in the corner the empty courtyard. "I know the lady who owns this courtyard," I said turning to look back at him as he began to to look at all the murals painted on the walls and doors," she doesn't mind me coming back here. Sad lonely women never got married, no kids, and I guess all she's pretty much has is her home and Merlin's."
"Merlin the wizard?" he asked as i pulled a rather large key from the back pocket of my jeans. Holding the rusty key lock in my left hand and with my right I turned the key. The lock snapped open and as I looked back at Peter he was majorly shocked at what he saw. I laughed and held the door open saying, "You first George."
*****
present day
I was taken out of my thoughts when a cold, tingly feeling ran through my shoulder. I jumped up and turned to look at Sparks. "What?" I asked.
"We have company," she whispered to me pointing to the stage door.
a/n
Hey! Hope you are enjoying the story so far. Just wanted to add a disclaimer most of the places I will probably mention in this book are totally fictional and completely of my imagination, any similarities to real people or places should only come from the characters and places that I have based off real people or places but otherwise they are completely fictional and coincidental. The story takes place in Philadelphia and only about a quarter of the places I will name probably exist.
- KAL :)
