LOGINCora was only 10 when she realized that she had an unusual ability and that was to see ghosts. Now living on her own and battling school and her only job, she is forced into a world other than her own. Jem the spirit that resides in her apartment after a terrible accident, explains that she is more than thought. Jem was a spirit that wasn't meant to be where he was. A fire broke out in the place that he was, now occupied by a woman named Cora. He sensed that she was different, that she was destined for more than just work and school, and wanted to help her discover who she really was but in his current condition with him being a walking spirit, he could only do so much.
View MoreCyrus stepped through the door cautiously as if waiting for me to tell him to leave but I said nothing as he came in, observing the small confines of my apartment. The kitchen table sat up against the wall with a single chair tucked underneath it. My bedroom wasn’t far from it. The coffee pot sat on the counter near the stove and right next to it was the toaster that I used too often. I wasn’t much of a breakfast person and when I was hungry, I resorted to something light. I couldn’t say that wasn’t normal for some people but I went with it. “Do you want something to drink?” I asked him just to break the awkward silence that seemed to hang between us. Cyrus looked at me and only nodded. I went around him to open the fridge then back at him. “Anything in particular?”Cyrus took a breath and mumbled. “Coffee if you have it.” He looked at the dining room table and I noticed Jem giving me faces. I gave him a cold stare and mouth before Go Cyrus turned his attention to me again. “You don’
“Rough night?” I heard Jem from behind me as I fixed a pot of coffee and some toast for breakfast.“You can say that.” I grumbled lightly. My hair was a mess, probably from me tossing and turning all night from my dream. The voice whispering evil things. I just wanted all this to stop but I knew that wasn't happening any time soon.“What happened?”Jem asked. As he came over to look at me in the face. He poked my cheek like he did when he was invisible and I was unable to see him. “What is a nightmare that you had last night?”I nodded and said, “It seemed like it was more than that though.” The coffee had finished brewing and I turned to the cupboard to grab a random mug then returned to the pot to pour me a cup. I had lost my appetite for toast and just went with the coffee. “The dream felt real like I was actually there,” I continued softly. I pulled a chair out from beneath the table and sat in it slowly. “There was someone else there too.” I finished speaking to take a drink of th
That night as I got ready for bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about that Cyrus guy. What did he want with me? Why did he suddenly make contact mentally? I knew I was special but why go through all the trouble to talk to me? Did I put out my emotions so strongly that someone else felt it? I had so many questions and nobody answered them. I tried to calm my mind by doing some meditation exercises but my mind still roamed. There was Jem as well. Why did you have to bring up that you’d help him find out what happened to him? I should have but I had to admit he was rather annoying at certain times of the day like when I had just finished classes for the day or when I got off from work and I think in order for him to have peace, he needs to know. Right? I moistened my lips and glanced over my shoulder to see him simmering in the dimness of the small light that sat on the counter top in the kitchen. Apart from myself, I wanted to go out and check on him but I couldn’t. There were a lot of que
The rest of the day went by in a blur and the last thing I remember was my weird conversations with the ghost, Jem and then there was this mysterious guy named Cyrus. Jem, a ghost that had died at my apartment. Why? I don't have the slightest idea. If he chose to tell his story he will. If he wanted. As for Cyrus, I didn’t know anything about him to trust that he meant any harm to me or anyone else at this moment. How did you know when someone was dangerous? How can you possibly know if someone's intentions are meant for good? I suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent. I set my apartment keys on the kitchen table and hoped that Jem wasn’t going to move them by morning. Why was my life so strange and complicated when it came to the paranormal shit? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I hardly had any friends to really enjoy a decent day with and when I told them about my ability to “See”
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