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with the black eyes.
"Seffora, could it really be you? Have you come back to me after all these millennia?" the ghost said.
"What. The. Fuck," I said, backing up slowly. I really, really hoped that this was some sort of very elaborate 3D projection or something, and not an actual ghost. Because ghosts didn't exist. They definitely did NOT exist.
"Naughty word!" I heard Henry say somewhere behind me, but it barely registered, all that registered were mystery man's eyes locked on mine, consuming me like two small black holes.
The ghost followed me in to the room, maintaining a distance of a couple of feet between us. "You've come back to me my love. After two thousand years you have moved heaven and earth and found your way back to me. I'm so sorry my love, I'm so sorry for what I did. Can you forgive me?" He reached out to touch my face but his ghostly hand only slid through my solid skin.
I felt so confused staring in to his inky eyes, like I was under a spell. Was I Seffora, was that my name? I couldn't even remember now. "I can forgive you." I said, a little unsure. What was I forgiving him for? It seemed like it was right at the edge of my mind, just out of reach. Like I had forgotten it just a moment ago. I couldn't remember, but staring in to his eyes I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was sorry for what he had done, and that I must forgive him. I knew from the way he looked at me that he loved me more than life itself. Whatever he had done, that look told me that I could forgive him.
"Wait," the ghost said, "no, you are not her, you are not my Seffora."
"I'm not?" I said weakly. Who was I then? I couldn't remember any of it, my mind was a total blank, all I could see were the two bottomless pits of the ghosts black eyes, hypnotizing me. And in that moment I desperately wanted to be Seffora, I wanted to be the object of the tragic love that I had glimpsed in his eyes. I would have gladly left my old life behind forever if he would have just looked at me like that again.
He finally looked away, at the Barlows, and whatever spell or influence he had on me was broken. I remembered who I was and what was happening and I stumbled back away from the ghost, terrified of the hold he had so easily gotten on my mind. "Stay the hell away from me," I said, trying to make it sound like a threat, but it came out sounding more like a plea.
"How is this possible?" The ghost said, looking back at me, but with no hypnotizing spell this time. He started coming after me as I continued to back away, "you have her face. How is that possible? Were you sent by God to punish me?"
The ghost had tears running down his cheeks, if that was even possible, and he kept stalking me across the room, all because I looked like this Seffora person. Maybe Seffora had been his wife when he was still alive, but could it really have been two thousand years ago? I couldn't even imagine that, spending two thousand years wandering around until you stumbled on to someone who looked just like your beloved, dead wife.
"Who are you? Why do you look like Seffora?" The ghost was starting to get angry that I wasn't answering any of his questions.
I needed to get rid of him. I didn't know if ghosts could hurt the living but I didn't want to wait around to find out. The dispersion spell, I needed to remember that damned dispersion spell.
"What is happening?" Mrs. Barlow hissed behind me.
"It's a ghost," I hissed back, "but I forgot the stupid spell."
"You just said it a moment ago."
"No not that crap, the real spell!"
"Well that's not very professional of you," Mrs. Barlow said.
"Lady shut the fuck up and let me think!" I screamed, my eyes still locked on the ghost's eyes. I was starting to feel hypnotized again, like how a mouse must feel staring down a cobra. I resisted it this time, I tried to keep my mind centered, but it was so hard, like trying to hold on to smoke.
"Naughty word!" Henry said again.
"Okay, I muttered, "something something
"Seffora, could it really be you? Have you come back to me after all these millennia?" the ghost said.
"What. The. Fuck," I said, backing up slowly. I really, really hoped that this was some sort of very elaborate 3D projection or something, and not an actual ghost. Because ghosts didn't exist. They definitely did NOT exist.
"Naughty word!" I heard Henry say somewhere behind me, but it barely registered, all that registered were mystery man's eyes locked on mine, consuming me like two small black holes.
The ghost followed me in to the room, maintaining a distance of a couple of feet between us. "You've come back to me my love. After two thousand years you have moved heaven and earth and found your way back to me. I'm so sorry my love, I'm so sorry for what I did. Can you forgive me?" He reached out to touch my face but his ghostly hand only slid through my solid skin.
I felt so confused staring in to his inky eyes, like I was under a spell. Was I Seffora, was that my name? I couldn't even remember now. "I can forgive you." I said, a little unsure. What was I forgiving him for? It seemed like it was right at the edge of my mind, just out of reach. Like I had forgotten it just a moment ago. I couldn't remember, but staring in to his eyes I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was sorry for what he had done, and that I must forgive him. I knew from the way he looked at me that he loved me more than life itself. Whatever he had done, that look told me that I could forgive him.
"Wait," the ghost said, "no, you are not her, you are not my Seffora."
"I'm not?" I said weakly. Who was I then? I couldn't remember any of it, my mind was a total blank, all I could see were the two bottomless pits of the ghosts black eyes, hypnotizing me. And in that moment I desperately wanted to be Seffora, I wanted to be the object of the tragic love that I had glimpsed in his eyes. I would have gladly left my old life behind forever if he would have just looked at me like that again.
He finally looked away, at the Barlows, and whatever spell or influence he had on me was broken. I remembered who I was and what was happening and I stumbled back away from the ghost, terrified of the hold he had so easily gotten on my mind. "Stay the hell away from me," I said, trying to make it sound like a threat, but it came out sounding more like a plea.
"How is this possible?" The ghost said, looking back at me, but with no hypnotizing spell this time. He started coming after me as I continued to back away, "you have her face. How is that possible? Were you sent by God to punish me?"
The ghost had tears running down his cheeks, if that was even possible, and he kept stalking me across the room, all because I looked like this Seffora person. Maybe Seffora had been his wife when he was still alive, but could it really have been two thousand years ago? I couldn't even imagine that, spending two thousand years wandering around until you stumbled on to someone who looked just like your beloved, dead wife.
"Who are you? Why do you look like Seffora?" The ghost was starting to get angry that I wasn't answering any of his questions.
I needed to get rid of him. I didn't know if ghosts could hurt the living but I didn't want to wait around to find out. The dispersion spell, I needed to remember that damned dispersion spell.
"What is happening?" Mrs. Barlow hissed behind me.
"It's a ghost," I hissed back, "but I forgot the stupid spell."
"You just said it a moment ago."
"No not that crap, the real spell!"
"Well that's not very professional of you," Mrs. Barlow said.
"Lady shut the fuck up and let me think!" I screamed, my eyes still locked on the ghost's eyes. I was starting to feel hypnotized again, like how a mouse must feel staring down a cobra. I resisted it this time, I tried to keep my mind centered, but it was so hard, like trying to hold on to smoke.
"Naughty word!" Henry said again.
"Okay, I muttered, "something something
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