had passed away almost a year ago? For that matter, how did it know anything about her at all?
Why do you insist that I’m a chunk of crystallized glass?
“Because you are.” She must be caught in some weird alternate reality or something—as if she’d been whisked away to the Twilight Zone. Maybe that old TV show had some validity after all. It was the only thing left that made any sense at all, however questionable that kind of thinking was.
Nope. That’s not it, either. You know the truth .
“No, I don’t. Not really.” It was a lie, but she couldn’t afford to have some voice in her head win the argument. If she faced the truth of the situation, it would get her in a death-grip and try to take over her life. She wouldn’t allow that for any kind of compensation.
I don’t want to take over your life .
“Oh? How can I be sure of that?”
Because that’s not how I do things .
Okay, then. So far, so good. But this could still be her own mind trying to make sense of everything.
Nope. We’ve ruled that out, haven’t we?
“You did, but I’m still not convinced.” Another quick, cautious glance to be sure she was alone and not being tricked by anyone standing near. No one was close enough to hear anything she whispered.
Because once you realize it’s not you, or a malicious spirit, only one thing remains .
“Exactly! And I’m not going there.” She knew what the voice was trying to get her to say, but it wasn’t going to happen. Nope. Not since her father had been taken from her. She wasn’t even going to acknowledge anything to do with that.
Your father wasn’t stolen from you. His time had come. That’s all there was to it .
“That’s what everyone kept telling me, but I never believed it.” Yes, she was still angry about it, even though it had been more than ten years.
The driver who caused the accident is still in prison. He won’t be released until he no longer takes another breath .
What? How could the voice know that? She didn’t even know the man was still there. To be honest, she didn’t even care.
I know all things .
“That’s impossible!”
Nothing is impossible .
Trembling now, Allison didn’t want to ask the next question, but she realized she needed an answer to the most burning question in her mind.
“Who are you?”
You already know who I Am, even though you don’t want to admit it .
~~*~~
No. No. And no!
There was no way she was even going to consider what the voice was suggesting. This must be someone’s sick idea of a joke. But if that was the case, how were they getting inside her head? Nothing had been spoken aloud, except by her. And she’d been careful to only whisper whenever there were no other people around.
No. She was being tricked by a cruel spirit and she was having no further part of this.
I assure you again that I’m not evil, nor am I cruel .
“But if I think for even one second what I don’t want to think—then what?”
Then I can help you. In fact, help is already on the way .
“Oh, sure! And the moon is capable of sustaining human life.” She knew it was sarcastic, but she couldn’t help herself.
I could make it that way, if I so desired .
What? “That’s absurd! Not to mention impossible.”
That tinkling giggle came yet again.
What was so funny? She was being serious, but that blasted voice wanted to play games.
I don’t play games .
“Yeah? So what is it, then? Do you just enjoy torturing me, or something?”
I’m not doing anything like that, and you know it .
“Then what do you want with me? Come on. Spill it.” She was getting weary of this nonsense.
I told you. I want to help you .
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. And help is on the way, right?”
Indeed it is. Closer than you realize .
Okay. She’d had well more than enough of this. “Who are you? Tell me right now.”
You know who I Am. A quick pause. Ah! Help has arrived!
“What?” She spun around as the radio from a slowly passing car
Why do you insist that I’m a chunk of crystallized glass?
“Because you are.” She must be caught in some weird alternate reality or something—as if she’d been whisked away to the Twilight Zone. Maybe that old TV show had some validity after all. It was the only thing left that made any sense at all, however questionable that kind of thinking was.
Nope. That’s not it, either. You know the truth .
“No, I don’t. Not really.” It was a lie, but she couldn’t afford to have some voice in her head win the argument. If she faced the truth of the situation, it would get her in a death-grip and try to take over her life. She wouldn’t allow that for any kind of compensation.
I don’t want to take over your life .
“Oh? How can I be sure of that?”
Because that’s not how I do things .
Okay, then. So far, so good. But this could still be her own mind trying to make sense of everything.
Nope. We’ve ruled that out, haven’t we?
“You did, but I’m still not convinced.” Another quick, cautious glance to be sure she was alone and not being tricked by anyone standing near. No one was close enough to hear anything she whispered.
Because once you realize it’s not you, or a malicious spirit, only one thing remains .
“Exactly! And I’m not going there.” She knew what the voice was trying to get her to say, but it wasn’t going to happen. Nope. Not since her father had been taken from her. She wasn’t even going to acknowledge anything to do with that.
Your father wasn’t stolen from you. His time had come. That’s all there was to it .
“That’s what everyone kept telling me, but I never believed it.” Yes, she was still angry about it, even though it had been more than ten years.
The driver who caused the accident is still in prison. He won’t be released until he no longer takes another breath .
What? How could the voice know that? She didn’t even know the man was still there. To be honest, she didn’t even care.
I know all things .
“That’s impossible!”
Nothing is impossible .
Trembling now, Allison didn’t want to ask the next question, but she realized she needed an answer to the most burning question in her mind.
“Who are you?”
You already know who I Am, even though you don’t want to admit it .
~~*~~
No. No. And no!
There was no way she was even going to consider what the voice was suggesting. This must be someone’s sick idea of a joke. But if that was the case, how were they getting inside her head? Nothing had been spoken aloud, except by her. And she’d been careful to only whisper whenever there were no other people around.
No. She was being tricked by a cruel spirit and she was having no further part of this.
I assure you again that I’m not evil, nor am I cruel .
“But if I think for even one second what I don’t want to think—then what?”
Then I can help you. In fact, help is already on the way .
“Oh, sure! And the moon is capable of sustaining human life.” She knew it was sarcastic, but she couldn’t help herself.
I could make it that way, if I so desired .
What? “That’s absurd! Not to mention impossible.”
That tinkling giggle came yet again.
What was so funny? She was being serious, but that blasted voice wanted to play games.
I don’t play games .
“Yeah? So what is it, then? Do you just enjoy torturing me, or something?”
I’m not doing anything like that, and you know it .
“Then what do you want with me? Come on. Spill it.” She was getting weary of this nonsense.
I told you. I want to help you .
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. And help is on the way, right?”
Indeed it is. Closer than you realize .
Okay. She’d had well more than enough of this. “Who are you? Tell me right now.”
You know who I Am. A quick pause. Ah! Help has arrived!
“What?” She spun around as the radio from a slowly passing car
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