I live with a ghoust, now I know that sounds like the start of a bad scary story, but I have a better explanation, it's my practice of religion. I live a life where I am open to spirits they can come and go as they please, most do but some stay and are like a part of me. They keep watch when I'm alone, see the spirits that want to harm me and it's been a great experience, let me start from the beginning.
Not to long ago I moved in to this house, its beautiful old architecture, looks like something out of the Victorian age, it's not as old as that but it is over 100 years old and holds story's I love hearing about. Sadly no one is alive or around to tell me them, or I thought. I've always believed in spirits but never had met any, so it was like god to Christians, something I believe but had no real proof of. I hadn't been in the house before I saw him, it was late and I'd been writing like I am now and saw a figure standing in my door way he was tall and a pretty strong looking guy. I thought I was just seeing things, when he started walking twords me is when I started to panic I'm not a big guy so seeing a brute walk to me, I'd be lieing if I said it didn't scare me some. He didn't say anything and the foreboding of his presence sent a chill down my spine, it all felt like a fever dream, I almost pinched myself to wake up. When he got closer I saw his face it was, strong but fair in a way like he could be a god character in a painting, his eyes caught my attention first grey almost amethyst crystals that threatened to shoot icey daggers through me in a second. Scanning his face I say the faint line of a scare crossing his right eye, was he a warrior or an unfortunate soul. He had a relatively modern hair cut the sides were close to his head with long strands of golden silk pushed to the side, this made him seem much younger then I'd be told he was. He opened his mouth to speak the stern look of his eyes unchanging, then I saw his canines sharp and ever present, they weren't like a cartoon vampire but made him look like a wolf in human form. His growling voice didn't help to dismay my vision of a wolf, it was low but had something that reminded me of a father who had had enough from his child. He spoke in something akin to latin but sometimes older then that something you'd expect to hear from an elder god. He cleared his throat and almost like that cleared the ancient dialect, english began to form on his tounge perfect and complete, almost as if he'd learned from the best of the best in the language. He told me his name was Alden and that he had sensed my aura and knew he'd found his liveing half as he put it. If I had any type of drugs I'd think this was just a weird trip but I gave that up long ago, so this first encounter had no reason to me. We talked for awhile longer and he told me of his beliefs, of how he stood before me now, I was in awe of his story he called this religion necroa I figured it had changed its name to be fitting of the death centered overture it gave off. Soon he wished me a good night and I shut my laptop it was late and my fever dream left me spinning.
I wish that was the end of the story but the next night came, me and Alden's conversation in my head as I got back to writing. When I saw him standing in my door again, that chill came back again as I realized he was real, I wasn't dreaming I really met a ghoust, then got exited I wonder what stories he had to offer if I could get him talking. He was happy to oblige we talked for hours, I stared a new document just to fill with his rambling story's, he talked of a beautiful city built in bright white stone, full of people who lived with spirits, allowing them to be beacons of spiritual energy. This was all hard to believe then he told me of how I could become one of these people and that I already processed the blood of this race of beings. Only catch was to find someone else who's already open to spirits, the process sounded like it was aweful you die over and over then come back, each time was another form of death. But I wanted to join see the world from what felt like the right lenses, so I set off with Alden to find the person who'd feed me death. That turned out to be easier than we'd thought, my little old east coast town had a small group of these necroa. We met a woman named Sebrina, she was a beautiful young woman in her thirty's , she had long wavey red hair and porcilean skin to match her delicate doll like face she dressed the part long blake dresses with beautiful gothic makeup, she was the definition of a modern day witch. She brought me in when she saw the man walking by my side, she seemingly knew exactly what I was thinking, I wanted to join the dead, thinking this made me feel like I was in highschool again. She greeted Alden in the old tounge he'd spoke when he first me just a week earlier, we'd grown close in that week we were inseparable and I was excited to join him in this life. Not long after she started the ritual of death, I was terrified and excited, to go through death countless times and live was a crazy notion, but an experience that would define much about me. It was simple like a deal with a demon I signed my name placed my blood on a paper and consumed hers. She told me to meditate and open my third eye and that the process would start.
A few hours went by before death took over I dropped to the ground my stomach felt as if it was ripped out and that I needed to eat everything in sight, this was a hunger that made men devour each other, Alden comforted me telling me this was how the ritual worked. The pain lasted for what felt like years before I went black and when I came too it was gone. This process went on for a few days every so often a new unbearable death, I felt blindness, defniss, I was mute, I felt what it was like to burn in hell and freeze in the bottom of the Arctic ice. When is gone through them all I went through one more death, my heart stopped and I slowly faded to nothing, a heavy blanket I'd felt many times consumed my body, this was my final death, my sharp crescendo. Alden told me I was gone for well over a day on my floor a corpse now walking with the liveing.
