Post by sparkyjade on Feb 7, 2016 11:11:37 GMT
I knew something was up just by the heavy feel in the living room. All I had to do was open the door and it hit me like a wall of cold, sticky, and thick air. It always creeps me out no matter how many times I run into this kind of situation. I just have to concentrate to see them. Even then its not always pleasant. Sometimes what you see, your brain refuses to see, to make sense of it all. But that doesn't change the fact that the person, or what's left of them, still exists. Whatever it was that made up this person, the essence, still exists. And there they were, sitting in my living room. I just wanted to finish what I had started in the basement but it looks like there's no rest for the wicked. Imagine you're the only one in a boat and there's dozens of drowning people trying to get in your raft.
Lately I'd been sleeping at the Dreamcatcher with Drake. It seemed to be the only way he could get some rest. I can see why. Several of these shades were in different states of decay as their existence was fading with each passing year and those that were tied to them began to forget about them. But here they were. Some were so confused they just kept muttering the same thing." RUN! They're coming!" like their tormentors where still after them. Others still had enough intelligence and independence to actually speak to me. They all need something. They always do. Only one has ever wanted to help. She.. well she and I talk a few times. She's usually too weak to do much other than that. SHe's a quiet and kind one. I don't see her too often but when I do, she just looks around then goes away without a word. These others.. ALways and I do mean ALWAYS want me to pass a message along, go find someone to kill who killed them, or better yet, help them out of the dark. Half the time I have no idea what to do for them.
I felt immediately tired and sat down as they crowded in close, wanting to touch me, have me listen. I've been doing it since I got here. I just wished I could get those babbling ones to finally get it out what they were trying to say. I started keeping a journal of which ones were able to give me a name, and the reason for the visit. I thought by now I'd be having nightmares from all of this. I can only guess through my own self inflicted isolation, the jobs I used to do, the company I had kept, numbed me to these experiences. But lately.. lately I've had this need to help out, give back what chance I had been given and found my happiness. I'd do anything to keep it now. So.. this is my penance maybe for all the years I hurt or maimed others? I can deal with that. As long as they stop torturing anyone else. No nightmares for them, especially not him. Stay out of his head. Leave him alone! This is the first time I've seen him sleep peacefully since I've known him. Just let him heal. His own soul is torn in so many directions, he won't admit it to himself. I pray that what I do will give him that little bit more, that last bit of what he needs. I just wish I knew what the key was...
Lately I'd been sleeping at the Dreamcatcher with Drake. It seemed to be the only way he could get some rest. I can see why. Several of these shades were in different states of decay as their existence was fading with each passing year and those that were tied to them began to forget about them. But here they were. Some were so confused they just kept muttering the same thing." RUN! They're coming!" like their tormentors where still after them. Others still had enough intelligence and independence to actually speak to me. They all need something. They always do. Only one has ever wanted to help. She.. well she and I talk a few times. She's usually too weak to do much other than that. SHe's a quiet and kind one. I don't see her too often but when I do, she just looks around then goes away without a word. These others.. ALways and I do mean ALWAYS want me to pass a message along, go find someone to kill who killed them, or better yet, help them out of the dark. Half the time I have no idea what to do for them.
I felt immediately tired and sat down as they crowded in close, wanting to touch me, have me listen. I've been doing it since I got here. I just wished I could get those babbling ones to finally get it out what they were trying to say. I started keeping a journal of which ones were able to give me a name, and the reason for the visit. I thought by now I'd be having nightmares from all of this. I can only guess through my own self inflicted isolation, the jobs I used to do, the company I had kept, numbed me to these experiences. But lately.. lately I've had this need to help out, give back what chance I had been given and found my happiness. I'd do anything to keep it now. So.. this is my penance maybe for all the years I hurt or maimed others? I can deal with that. As long as they stop torturing anyone else. No nightmares for them, especially not him. Stay out of his head. Leave him alone! This is the first time I've seen him sleep peacefully since I've known him. Just let him heal. His own soul is torn in so many directions, he won't admit it to himself. I pray that what I do will give him that little bit more, that last bit of what he needs. I just wish I knew what the key was...