Tale Of A Lost Ghost

Chapter Nineteen

Ghost's Mind was fuzzy. The ride had felt surprisingly short, the more he thought about it the more he realized it was all a blur. He couldn't recall anything that had happened leading up to now; he seemed to be aimlessly walking down some street, no thought being put into his actions. The more he thought, the more he realized he couldn't move. His body seemed to have its own mind and was going down its own path. He pushed pulled but his body wouldn't follow. His head pounded, it was an unimaginable splitting, a headache never experienced before.

Stop, stop, stop! His brain repeated on loop, he struggled to scream it, no matter how hard he tried it his mouth would not move.
He thought he was smiling. It hurt.
Why does it burn?
Why is my body burning?

I must be possessed,he thought that has to be it. But how powerful is this thing?
He struggled more trying to fix his eyes somewhere else, anywhere else
Theres gotta be a way to stop this. Where is everyone?
Is it getting hotter? I think I'm starting to sweat
I.. I don't think I can breathe! I can't breathe!
He helplessly watched his body stumble it's way into an alley. The sense of impending doom only worsened, his heart raced.
Am I going to die?
Am I already dead?
His body had started go up the staircase connected to some apparent complex. It suddenly stopped at a window.

If he could've, Ghost would've frozen.
He had giggled.
More specifically, his body.
Ghost's stress only got more intense
What the fuck?! What the fuck?!
At the window he was watching a woman through the curtains. She was familiar, but he didn't know why, he tried to look away but he couldn't.He was fixed on her, until finally his eyes had shifted downwards at his hands.
Oh my—oh my god is that blood?! He tried to scream and cry louder but he couldn't, all his body did was pull a blood stained knife out of his pocket,

She turned off her lights and crawled into bed, with the lights off now he could see his reflection in the glass. He was wearing a mask, a large painted smile over its mouth. It was almost unrecognizable, especially his eyes.

He opened the window and crawled inside, He wanted to escape, he tried to escape but he couldn't. He was stuck, and he knew where this would go. He slowly approached her, the burning was awful, it was hellish. His heart raced so fast it felt like it would explode in his chest, he couldn't breathe, he tried to sharply inhale but he couldn't, he had absolutely no control.

Slowly the knife was raised over her, he tried to squeeze his eyes shut,
Please no, please! What did she do?! Why am I doing this?! Why do I have to witness this?!
If I have to do this can I please just have the grace to not look?!

The knife was stabbed into her gut, her eyes shot open as she screamed, the knife was repeatedly driven into her body. Ghost's body was laughing now, quietly muttering and cackling as it continued until her struggles and screams stopped, her lifeless eyes starring into Ghost's soul, he was actually frozen now, his body nor him knew what to do next.

SLAM

"WAIT I CAN-" Ghost gasped loudly, shouting straight up from where he had been sitting.

His heart pounded, his head ached, he had never felt so hot, he continued to gasp for air
"I-I still can't breathe!"

"Ghost!"

"Dude what's wrong?!"

"What's happening?! Is he okay?!"

"Guys give him some space! You're making it worse!"

Ghost couldn't understand what was going on, the screaming and frantic movements from everyone was overloading his sensory, he felt more panicked and it showed.
"Hey, hey man, look at me,"Caryle quietly hushed slowly kneeling in front of Ghost, "just- uh- just breathe, okay? In and out."
Rose sat on the opposite side of Ghost carefully watching both Ghost and Carlyle, possibly making a mental note for the future, Carlyle's anxiousness only seemed to tensify.
"Uh, slowly breathe in and out ten seconds, right? You got that? "
Ghost only nodded, and did as told, clearly still struggling, Carlyle joined in, helping Ghost sync up his breathing.

'1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10'

They repeated the cycle a few more times, Ghost's body relaxed as he leaned back."I... I think I'm good.."

Everyone else sighed in relief, all now stressed from what just happened.

"Dude, what was that?"
Spooker asked

"Just... just an episode. A nightmare. I've been having them ever since I came back here."
Ghost stammered, trying to avoid recalling the gruesome details.

"Ghost, that was more then a nightmare ,"Rose almost whispered it, trying to keep relaxed and composed,"that had to be a —"

"Panic attack." Carlyle interrupted."Yeah, it most definitely was.."

Jackie chimed in "what happened that could've caused that?"

"I.. I was going somewhere, but I,, wasn't? I couldn't control my actions, and... my whole body hurt, almost as if I was burning? I couldn't breathe or speak.. and, I wasn't myself, I was wearing a mask covered in blood, and my eyes.. they weren't my eyes."
Ghost finished, recalling the look of the woman's eyes.
"It felt so.. real..I thought I was possessed at first.."

Everyone sat in silence until Rose finally pepped up
"Well, it's all over now, and you're okay." She put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft smile

"Yeah, you're right,thanks guys." Ghost grinned slightly.

"Just stay down and keep relaxing, okay?"

"Yeah, got it."

Spooker put Phantom into Ghost's lap"hopefully he will help!"

Ghost chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I think he will." The small bird chirped and hopped around in Ghost's lap, earning another chuckle from him as he eventually settled down.

"I don't think I've ever had a episode like that before."