vigilante, haunting thing is so tiring!”
I sighed. Michael was watching me, clearly waiting for me to elaborate.
“There’s just so much I seem to be able to do, but the more I do stuff, the
more tired I become. I mean, I became a creature made of fire today, known as
an Ifrit to scare somebodies neighbours into being more considerate.”
“Why an Ifrit?” Michael asked. “What was wrong with just
a regular haunting?”
I explained that these particular
neighbours from hell were Turkish and that in their culture, they do not
believe in ghosts as such, but Cin. I told him about how some people in their
society believed they could speak and commune with the Cin because they were on
the same frequency. “I wonder if that is why you can talk to me and see me?” I
pointed out. “Maybe their Cin, Is similar to our Daemon’s; me?”
“It’s possible I guess,” Michael stated. “After all, why
not, seems anything is possible right now, I mean I’m talking to you, and
you’re dead.”
“Yes, thank you for reminding me!” I jibed. “Oh, I know
what I wanted to ask you. Have you ever seen dead people before, or is it just
me?”
Michael went quiet for a
moment. “Er, well, I’m not totally sure to be honest. Ever since I went a bit
crazy and had to take these meds, well, let’s just say they had some visual
side effects.” I nodded. “I guess I have trouble knowing what’s real and what
isn’t sometimes. But it’s true, I have spoken with other people before that
were not actually here. Whether they were ghosts or not though, I’ve no idea. I
didn’t hang around long enough to find out. They freaked me out loads at
first.”
I raised my eyebrows. “So they
don’t anymore?” I asked, wanting him to continue.
Michael shook his head. “Nah, not really. After all,
since I met Steve he has kept me pretty sane. Helped me when I didn’t know what
I was doing, or who I was talking to if anyone. But now I think about it, some
of those invisible people could have well been dead. What do you think?”
“I think anything right now is possible, like you said.
After all, you can see and talk to me. How rare is that?”
Michael laughed. “Very true. Makes you wonder what else
might be out there.”
“I wouldn’t say no to much now! Better start making
contingency plans for everything, including zombie invasions.”
“Hah, yeah, though if they are the fast moving ones, then
we’re all screwed. I’d shoot myself in the head if that ever happened. Slow
zombies are fine, but those freaky ass fast ones, hell no.”
Steve appeared at that moment
in the doorway. “Don’t tell me zombies are real too now!” He smiled and dumped
his backpack In the hallway before setting himself down where I was sat. He
shivered. “Sorry Sharon.” He shifted over to the warmer side. “At least I assume
that’s you.”
I guessed now was the time to
test out my speaking ability on Steve. I concentrated.
“Yes Steve that was me.”
Steve’s head whipped round at my voice. “Did I just hear
you speak? Michael did you hear that?” Michael nodded.
“Yeah, that was Sharon.” Michael replied for me. “Seems
that speaking aloud to you though takes her a lot of focus.” Michael looked at
me, concerned. “Are you ok to be doing that Sharon? Don’t feel like you have to
talk for us all to hear. I can easily relay what you say if it’s too much.”
Smiling at Michael, I spoke to
them both. “Yes, it does take a lot of focus for my voice to carry into the
living plane. I wanted to try it as I have been able to speak to the noisy
neighbours with it for the past few days, and I thought that if it was only
Steve here, I would have some way of speaking with you if Michael was out.” I
shuddered. “I must rest again. This is taking a lot out of me.”
“Don’t worry yourself about
me, Sharon.” Steve replied. “If you can’t speak to me just let me know you’re
here by flickering the
I sighed. Michael was watching me, clearly waiting for me to elaborate.
“There’s just so much I seem to be able to do, but the more I do stuff, the
more tired I become. I mean, I became a creature made of fire today, known as
an Ifrit to scare somebodies neighbours into being more considerate.”
“Why an Ifrit?” Michael asked. “What was wrong with just
a regular haunting?”
I explained that these particular
neighbours from hell were Turkish and that in their culture, they do not
believe in ghosts as such, but Cin. I told him about how some people in their
society believed they could speak and commune with the Cin because they were on
the same frequency. “I wonder if that is why you can talk to me and see me?” I
pointed out. “Maybe their Cin, Is similar to our Daemon’s; me?”
“It’s possible I guess,” Michael stated. “After all, why
not, seems anything is possible right now, I mean I’m talking to you, and
you’re dead.”
“Yes, thank you for reminding me!” I jibed. “Oh, I know
what I wanted to ask you. Have you ever seen dead people before, or is it just
me?”
Michael went quiet for a
moment. “Er, well, I’m not totally sure to be honest. Ever since I went a bit
crazy and had to take these meds, well, let’s just say they had some visual
side effects.” I nodded. “I guess I have trouble knowing what’s real and what
isn’t sometimes. But it’s true, I have spoken with other people before that
were not actually here. Whether they were ghosts or not though, I’ve no idea. I
didn’t hang around long enough to find out. They freaked me out loads at
first.”
I raised my eyebrows. “So they
don’t anymore?” I asked, wanting him to continue.
Michael shook his head. “Nah, not really. After all,
since I met Steve he has kept me pretty sane. Helped me when I didn’t know what
I was doing, or who I was talking to if anyone. But now I think about it, some
of those invisible people could have well been dead. What do you think?”
“I think anything right now is possible, like you said.
After all, you can see and talk to me. How rare is that?”
Michael laughed. “Very true. Makes you wonder what else
might be out there.”
“I wouldn’t say no to much now! Better start making
contingency plans for everything, including zombie invasions.”
“Hah, yeah, though if they are the fast moving ones, then
we’re all screwed. I’d shoot myself in the head if that ever happened. Slow
zombies are fine, but those freaky ass fast ones, hell no.”
Steve appeared at that moment
in the doorway. “Don’t tell me zombies are real too now!” He smiled and dumped
his backpack In the hallway before setting himself down where I was sat. He
shivered. “Sorry Sharon.” He shifted over to the warmer side. “At least I assume
that’s you.”
I guessed now was the time to
test out my speaking ability on Steve. I concentrated.
“Yes Steve that was me.”
Steve’s head whipped round at my voice. “Did I just hear
you speak? Michael did you hear that?” Michael nodded.
“Yeah, that was Sharon.” Michael replied for me. “Seems
that speaking aloud to you though takes her a lot of focus.” Michael looked at
me, concerned. “Are you ok to be doing that Sharon? Don’t feel like you have to
talk for us all to hear. I can easily relay what you say if it’s too much.”
Smiling at Michael, I spoke to
them both. “Yes, it does take a lot of focus for my voice to carry into the
living plane. I wanted to try it as I have been able to speak to the noisy
neighbours with it for the past few days, and I thought that if it was only
Steve here, I would have some way of speaking with you if Michael was out.” I
shuddered. “I must rest again. This is taking a lot out of me.”
“Don’t worry yourself about
me, Sharon.” Steve replied. “If you can’t speak to me just let me know you’re
here by flickering the
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