I was dreaming of Alessa.
We were standing in a field, and she was running to me while calling my name, a smile spread across her beautiful face. A face I thought I would never see again. I opened my arms to receive her, when suddenly Alessa was gone. Ashelia took her place, only Ashelia wasn’t smiling – she was crying.
After the genie worked his magic, a feeling came over me that I couldn’t place at first.
Then it hit me – I was human again. Well, a living human again.
It was the oddest thing in the world to me. I had been so used to being a ghost, used to that feeling of floating emptiness and cold. Now I was warm, solid. Breathing. I felt my heart beating in my chest and knew it was real.
The only question I had was; “what now?”
~Ashelia’s POV~
I had never been happier with my life. At least, I didn’t think so. Granted, I couldn’t remember anything about my life, but surely, it couldn’t have been better than it was now. Obviously if I had lead a happy, meaningful life full of love and laughter, someone would have come to find me and claim me, wouldn’t they? That’s how I looked at it. So maybe my accident wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Because I was happy, and I didn’t want anything to change.
I liked the house I stayed in, and I liked the hobbies I had picked up. Painting was the best feeling in the world, and I loved to learn. Thankfully, my savior – and housemate – was very accommodating when it came to everything I was interested in.
I am a ghost. This I know to be a fact.
Obviously, I haven’t always been a ghost. I used to be a happily married man with a beautiful wife and dreams of a family, of owning my own art studio, of putting out an acoustic album of catchy indie songs.
That all changed when I had my accident.
I don’t remember the details. I don’t remember how it happened or why. I just remember falling. Falling into a deep abyss of sharp needles and cold hands.
I just remember falling and drowning, never to open my eyes again.
Until I was already six feet under.
The first time I woke as a ghost, I was afraid. Startled. Confused. I didn’t remember dying. But then it all came to me in a flash and broke my heart all over again. Click for more
I awoke the next morning and got dressed as I normally did. A part of me wondered if the previous night had all been a dream; a hallucination brought on by my lack of sleep and my jumbled mind. But the realistic part of me knew I was grasping for straws. I remembered it all too well; the feeling of unnatural wrongness still clung to my skin like perfume.
I knew I had to face it eventually. On my way out of the bedroom, I stopped and stared at the door that lead to that room. I remembered the day I installed the door with my very own hands, because the room it lead to held such promise and happiness for me. For us.
I shook my head to clear it. I had bigger things to think about now.
A long time ago, I was a doctor. “Doctor Hyde Hannibal” was a household name in Midnight Hollow; I was good at my job, I had amazing bedside manner, and I was one of the last surviving doctors who actually performed house calls. I even volunteered at the local college to help teach young medical students, earning me the nickname “Professor.” I was a successful do gooder and I was happy.
Until tragedy struck. Continue
After a long flight with lots of tiny bottles of alcohol to steady my nerves, I finally arrived in Aurora Skies – right in the middle of a hail storm. The cab dropped me off in front of my new home and as badly as I wanted to try and take in the sights around me, I knew I had to get indoors before I ended up with a concussion. Continue …
My name is Arya Kennex, and this is my story. A story about life and fate and how one decision can change your whole entire life; for better and for worse. Let me start at the beginning before I say too much … Continue
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