Tormented Soul

Tormented Soul

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Stumbling back from the pub on a bitter night, I shiver all alone in the darkness pondering over; how in such a short period of time the tables turned? The amber shades of the cast iron lamppost reflect my own hazel pupils that have seen the troubled world on more than one occasion. Suddenly I feel my foot give way in the cracks of the cobbled pavement and I stumble back on someone else's front porch. In my drunken slumber I feel it is wise to perch here until I sober up, after all I don't live to far from here. I pull my duffel coat tighter against my frame and inhale a deep breath, tasting the sloe gin repeating on me. Reaching into my pocket I fumble for my cigar tin. I flicker the zippo lighter back and forth, the cigar embers and I inhale deeplying melting all my cob webs away...
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'Idiot.' 'Douche bag.' 'Dumbass.' 'Jer---' 'WILL YOU STOP HOVERING!' His grating voice snapped me out of my rant. I glanced behind me, looking for the unfortunate person the idiot was yelling at. There was no one else in the room. I closed my eyes and rubbed them furiously. There was still no one else in the room. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him, realization dawning on me. 'You can see me!' I gasped. It wasn't a question. It was statement of disbelief but that didn't stop the idiot from replying. 'No, I'm talking to the other stalker ghost behind you.' He muttered sarcastically. 'You can see me!' I screamed in amazement, too distracted to realize he insulted me. 'Sweet heavens! He can see me!' 'I think we've already established that baby doll.' He rolled his eyes. His condescending tone coupled with the patronizing look that had "you are crazy" written all over it was enough to snap me out of the temporary state of euphoria. __________________ Four little words. Very simple words that changed my existence and gave me hope for the first time in over two hundred years. Someone could see me. He could see me! Now I just have to figure out a way to convince the biggest jerk I know to help me lift a two hundred year old curse. Piece of cake.

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