Haunted?

Maggie

I had managed for most of day to avoid him, eating at different times and so on. By dinner I made myself a plate and headed to one of the cozy niches, to contemplate how horrible wrong the entire thing had gone. Not to mention the two restless spirits who were still lurking about my home. The food was tasteless as I watched light fade from the sky. The hairs on back of neck rose as I once again sensed the presence of what I could only call ghosts.
 
Fred

After showering, I change and come down to make myself something to eat.

There is no sign of Maggie.

Sitting at the table, I quickly tuck into my cheese sandwiches, downed with a large cup of black coffee.

When finished, I wash up and make to go upstairs.

Then I stop.

It's no use, I can't leave things like this. The fact that I literally haven't seen the girl all day worries me. What if something has happened to her?

So aborting going to bed, I search for her, finally finding her sitting on her own in a dark corner so tucked away, I almost missed her.

I watch her as she sits there, lost in her thoughts, obvilious to my presence.

She looks so sad, so alone!

My heart goes out to her.

I go up to her...
 
Maggie

I find myself watching the reflection in the window trying to read lips. It takes a while but I'm finally begining to pick up on some of what they are saying. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard footsteps.

"Fred," a long somewhat uncomfortable pause, "I didn't expect to see you today."
 
Fred

"I have been....busy." I tell her, uneasily.

She does not look at me.

It's no use. We have to get this out in the open.

Steeling my nerve, I take hold of the chair opposite her.

"I think we need to talk. Can I sit down?"
 
Maggie

I find myself curling up, wrapping my arms around my knees, perched on the chair. I was going to give a glib reply but instead simply nodded. "Of course." Silence followed haunted by soft whispers.
 
Fred

I watch her as I slowly take a seat. All huddled up like a little girl. Every now and then she tilts her head one way and then the next. As if, listening to something.

Previously, she had mentioned that she saw something, someone???

I am now really concerned.

What if she's really mad? I'm not sure what I can do.

I'll try anway.

"It's them again, isn't it?" Not knowing who 'they' are...
 
maggie

I try not to appear startle at his mention of others. I try and decide if he thinks I'm absolutely nuts or just marginally insane. I find myself biting my lower lip.

"I must look like a nutcase to you, buying this house all by myself, waltzing off one moment, seducing you the next. I guess I'd have to admit that I like many others in this town know this house is haunted. I'm for whatever reason, suceptable to their thoughts, feelings, and needs. What they want is on edge of my mind, I can't tell you what it is just what it feels like."
 
Fred

I watch her as she bites her lip. For some reason, I find it rather appealing.

Common sense tells me that I should steer clear. But what sort of person would I be leaving her in the lurch?

No! She needs a friend!

"No. You are not a nutcase." I tell her. "If you say you see, I mean, sense ghosts. Then I believe you."

She looks at me, sceptically.

"You say, you can sense their thoughts, feelings and their needs. In what way?"...
 
maggie

"Well first there are two of them, a couple I think, I feel they died tragically and have left something human left undone. Something they can't do or think they can't do once they've passed over. I feel sadness, regret, and at same time desire, passion. It's hard to explain." I slowly unwind myself trying hard not to tap my foot against floor.
 
Fred

Something she tells me rings a bell but I can't remember exactly what.

I watch her as she slowly relaxes as she explains her experiences.

"And you have no idea who this couple is or what they want to finish?"...
 
Maggie

I think trying to choose my words carefully as overlaying undeterminable whispers fly through air.

"I'd say they were lovers, except you get this sense of unfulfilled longing." I pause for moment trying to put it in words. "I'm not quite sure what they want just that it involves both of us." I sound silly even as I continue, "I mean the other day when we were outside, I saw two of you." Pause, "Not exactly two of you, but two male images, one atop the other. It was," I drift off unable to express the concept.
 
Fred

"Like we were overlapping?" I volunteer, finding the whole thing fascinating.
 
Maggie

"Yes but more than that, as if he wanted to merge with you as the other one had done with me." I pause shivering as I finally say I'd been possessed.
 
Fred

"As if he wanted to possess me? But why? What would they have us do once they possessed us?"
 
Maggie

I twist my fingers and fidget, "I don't know, maybe ghosts can't touch each other." I pause for a moment as if I'd just figured out the meaning of existence. "I don't think they can touch, for some reason. I'm not sure I believe in curses, but if I were ghosts would figure into it."
 
Fred

I watch her. Though still fidgeting, she does not look so nervous as she did.

"I am a little confused, actually very confused. How is it they you can 'possess' you but not me?" I ask her.

"Darling, perhaps you should ask how you can help these poor people!"

My mind reels in shock as I recognise this new voice. Turning around, I don't need to see the figure now standing before us to know who it is.

"Maggie!!??" I gasp, not believing that I am seeing my dear departed wife...

(OOC: Intriguess, I hope you don't mind this new twist - if you do, I will edit this post).
 
Maggie

(the more ghosts the merrier)

His voice sounded strained as he uttered my name, but he was staring at a spot to the left of me and I feel prickles and wondered who he was actually addressing.

"I think perhaps I'm susceptable to their touch. I was actually able to feel them in my sleep first, before knowing them during waking hours." My voice is soft as if testing out the words as I say them.
 
Fred

"But you are dead!" I tell my, well, dead wife standing next to me.

"I know that, you idiot!" she grins back at me.

She then goes over to the girl.

"Oh the poor sweet thing. So lonely. So in need of love."

I continue to stare and then realise that Maggie (the live one) is still talking.

"You need to help her ghosts, to help her and yourself." my wife says as she moves closer to the girl.

I continue to watch her in disbelief as she then slides into her...
 
Maggie and Maggie

I shiver slightly and blink slowly, this one was different than before and I couldn't understand who it was as I stood slowly and raised my fingers up to my face.
 
Fred

I watch Maggie's (not my wife) expression change.

Getting up, she slowly runs her fingers over her face, as if exploring it.

Then closing her eyes, her fingers start to move down her neck...
 
Maggie and maggie

"Was I ever this young?" the words pass my lips as my fingers slide along my neck and over my body. I relax and watch passively as the woman controls my actions. What her exact intentions are I don't know, but she doesn't feel wrong. In fact she feels quite normal as if she could have been my sister or friend.
 
Fred

"Oh Freddy, I have missed you so much." she says as she pulls me from my chair.

I look at her in confusion. While the face and voice belong to the young owner of the house, the mannerisms are definitely my wife's.

How can this be happening?

"Maggie?"

"Shh! Just kiss me!" and I suddenly find myself in her arms, my mouth firmly joined to hers...
 
Maggie and maggie

I found myself kissing him, it felt different. Familiar and he just seemed shocked and confused and I wondered once again what he'd seen before this spirit entered me. I feel my body against his, and her desire to enjoy him. I found myself pulling back not wanting a repeat of last nights horror and cringing as I revealed the memory to the woman who was within me.
 
Maggie (Fred's wife)

"Oh you poor child!" says Maggie as she sees the young woman's memory of the night before.

She looks at her husband through the young woman's eyes.

He looks so much older. Has my death affected him so much?

She feels touched that he has treasured her memory so but it is time to let go.

Gently, she strokes his cheek.

"Oh Fred, I love you so much but it is time for you to move on and get on with your life. You are such a lovely man. You deserve to love and be loved again."

As she says this, she slowly moves out of Maggie's (the living one) body.

"And you too, my dear. " addressing the young woman who can now see her.

Fred moves forward, trying to reach for her.

"But I miss you so much!" he says, his eyes filled with misery.

"And I miss you too but I am happy where I am. I don't want you to live like this, pining away for me. I want you to enjoy life, like you used to when we were together. Promise me that you will do that and remember I will always be with you, here in your heart." for a moment, her hand slides into his chest.

Turning to face the both of them, she starts to fade.

"Now help that couple and help yourselves."

And she is gone...
 
just maggie

i feel somehow empty as the prescence moves from me, then I can clearly see her and hear her parting words. I shiver and stand for while biting my lower lip.

"Was that, who I think it was?"
 
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