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A Collision of Worlds
By: Ghost of Writings of Old Date: January 6, 2014, 3:53 pm
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Ghosts. Entities unable to be witnessed by the human eye despite
their presence being felt by this same race. Such spirits have
meanings to their loved ones. They can provide comfort when
spouses have difficulty accepting their absence or haunt those
who have done them wrong. What if I told you that not all ghosts
hid themselves from sight? What if ghosts physically presented
themselves to humans? This is the story of such an occurrence.
This is my story.
Two years ago, I was living with my boyfriend, William, in a
penthouse on the tenth floor of a ten story building. I attended
the local university as a Pre-Med student. Recently, the near by
medical college accepted me as a student! Things were going well
at school and home. I never knew such bliss and happiness my
first 22 years of life. With everything going as planned, I
couldn't anticipate any deviations.
I arrived home late from my classes one night. I had a test
worth 70% of my final grade in a week and thought it prudent to
spend any spare time with my study group. I entered the
apartment that night to a pitch black living room. William woke
up early for his job. I simply believed he had gone to bed in my
absence. I walked to my bedroom to get ready to sleep. It was
then I saw William, standing in front of the bed, with a gun
pointed at my heart. "Where have you been!" He shouted. Never
before had I seen this side of William so the force of his voice
startled me to no end. "Studying with my group. You know I stay
behind after classes when we have a test coming up." I explained
calmly although my heart pumped adrenaline at the sight of the
gun. "Likely story, Ariel." And with those words two bullets
left the barrel of the gun and entered my heart and lung.
Later on, I learned William suffered from a mental illness which
caused him to experience delusions. Unfortunately for the sake
of my life his latest delusion consisted of me cheating on him.
I died in the penthouse that night. The medics were unsuccessful
in resuscitation attempts. Of course, I felt anger for William
taking my life, however, I understood the grasp a mental illness
could have on an individual. Therefore, not once did I haunt
William. I spent my time helping those who may have need a
little bit of happiness. I accomplished this by visiting people
in the form of a canine. They feel my fur under their skin and
hear my comforting bark in their ears. I don't understand
exactly how I possess this gift but I am determined to find out.
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Re: A Collision of Worlds
By: MrMaru Date: January 7, 2014, 2:35 pm
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Having been born in St. Louis, but moved to a place only seven
blocks from the most haunted place in Granite City -at least the
downtown area-, Vincent had settled into his current house
roughly ten years ago. It wasn't the best place to grow up, and
definitely wasn't a place he wanted to stay, but the steel city
was the home of most of his memories. Some memories, of course,
less painful than others; hellish memories of a dreadful
childhood. A childhood which was nearly drowned in one horrible
experience after another.. A childhood of pain and misery that
had given way to a lifetime of hate and anger for the dark one.
It hadn't taken long, once he'd reached a quarter of a century
old, for Vince to find himself wandering around the seemingly
abandoned areas; specifically around West Granite. This, of
course, was the story of one such encounter; the story of the
last house on the left before entering the industrial area.
Dressed primarily in black, he'd often had an infatuation with
this part of the city; old and steam driven.. it was almost as
though time had forgotten about it.
Cranes and massive construction vehicles causing havoc in the
distance, behind massive metal walls, busy streets filled with
dangerously fast traffic and the random M.C.T. bus; a truly
dangerous place to live. Anyway, looking around one night, the
lonely soul had made his way down to the last house on the left;
a place he'd heard strange things about. Lethargic as always,
Kid Rock blasting in his ears from the small black MP3 player
hidden upon his person, Vincent felt something strange about
this house.. as though a spirit inhabited it.
The roads were mostly clear, the skies black save for the
ominous looking light emanating from somewhere in the industrial
zone; a place covering perhaps the largest section of the city.
The last house on the left, merely one street removed from a bar
and a factory building. The corner street by the house, decayed
and filled with pot holes, was no easy thing to navigate if the
roads were at all obscured. It was truly a frightening place,
almost with a demonic look and feel, especially if one were out
at the stroke of midnight; when the 'ladies of the night'
populated various street corners surrounding the old buildings
merely a block removed from the bus station which was but two
blocks removed from the bar behind the last house where the
story begins.
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Re: A Collision of Worlds
By: Ghost of Writings of Old Date: January 7, 2014, 4:14 pm
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As a ghost, one has the ability to travel the world without
being tethered to any particular location. Those who harbored
negative emotions toward an individual were destined to be
unable to leave that person’s side until they came to terms with
their emotions. I, fortunately, lived a life where I did not
hold grudges. People may have upset me but I found it futile to
waste energy consistently thinking about how they did me wrong.
I took advantage of my freedom by traveling the world in order
to help those who requested assistance. Currently, I found
myself gliding over the streets of Granite City.
When communicating with other ghostly entities, I am often
questioned as to why I chose Granite City. I could visit any
place in the world. Paris, Rome, London, San Juan. Why Granite
City of all places? I explain to them my decision to spend my
time here is due to a haunted-looking house. Now, I’ve never
been one to scare passers-by. This one particular house was
located in the center of a known prostitution area. The ‘ladies
of the night’ appeared timely at midnight to entertain the
low-lives brazen enough to walk these streets. It are these
souls which need the most healing. As a result, I wander the
town. At night, I wander around as a pitbull, fitting in with
the scenario. I take care of the ‘ladies’ by chasing away any
men who are just one shade too dark of crazy. Some appreciate my
services while others kick me away. Those who kick are the ones
who need the most healing.
I spent the daytime hours simply in my ghostly form. Watching.
Waiting. Recently, I noticed a young man, perhaps in his late
20s, wandering the streets near the haunted house. My curiosity
spiked regarding as to why he decided to be present in this
location. Upon first look, he did not seem he would have any
such desire to be here. Whenever I noticed this man around, I
shifted into my human form which was much different than when I
was alive. I appeared as a young woman with pale white skin, red
hair, and bright blue eyes. The frigid weather caused me to
appear wearing a heavy coat, scarf, gloves, and a hat. I
occasionally passed by this man being sure to do so in a
non-conspicuous manner. I learned he didn’t live in this exact
area. Rather, he lived about seven blocks away, in a bit nicer
of a community. Returning to my ghost form, I made my way back
to the haunted areas of Granite City, being sure to keep an eye
out for this intriguing man.
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Re: A Collision of Worlds
By: MrMaru Date: January 10, 2014, 4:22 pm
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Upon the next visit to the haunted house, finding himself
increasingly attracted to the goings on of the seemingly
abandoned abode, Vincent turned and began to approach the house.
He wanted to know exactly what, if anything, was making the
house as haunted as it was. Everyone seemed to report strange
occurances at this house; strange and dangerous happenings. The
house was, indeed, no ordinary house; something was attached to
it. 'How do I always find myself in these situations? I
definitely feel something, but I can't ascertain as to what it
is.. doesn't seem harmful though... seems almost morose..'
Always having heard stories, there was no use in turning back
now. Walking up to the house itself, climbing over the
restrictive barriers, Vincent soon found himself mere feet from
the house. If this place was truly haunted, if it was truly
inhabited by a spirit from beyond, now would be the time he'd
found that spirit. Feeling his pulse quicken, as he moved closer
and closer, the man could almost feel something watching him;
despite not knowing what.
Though fearless, he could tell there was something about this
place.. something inexplicable. It was doubtful to be
malevolent, but he had to make sure. So, upon placing his hand
upon the wall of the building, he called forth. "Hello? Is
anyone there? I come, in peace. No need for alarm." He could
feel the air, crisp and clean, as it scratched at his skin;
causing goosebumps to arise from his otherwise untouched arms.
"My name is Vincent Lovecraft. If there's someone here, know
that I mean no harm." He called again, uncertain as to what -if
anything- he were calling to.
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Re: A Collision of Worlds
By: Ghost of Writings of Old Date: January 10, 2014, 7:32 pm
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Cold air circulated throughout the haunted house as it had been
long abandoned. Ghosts did not require such luxuries such as
heat and electricity. The thrived in the cool and dark. The door
to my chosen home creaked open slowly. Who dare disturb the
silence and environment I perfected? Upon entering, a cold rush
of air swept through the entrance way, making my presence known.
I also maneuvered through the wiring in the house causing the
lights to flash on and off. "Who dare interrupt my slumber?" My
booming voice circulated throughout the walls of the house. I
circulated the general area where the man stood. Within seconds,
the male addressed himself as Vincent Lovecraft. I calmed down,
turning off the lights, and prevented excessive cold air from
entering the house. I retreated from the man and landed my
ghostly form on the stairs in front of him.
From this position, I was able to gain a better look at the man.
In that moment, I recognized him; the man who traversed by this
house on a fairly regular basis. "What are you doing here?" I
called out with a normal, female, voice, the one which I used
when in my human form. It was not every day a stranger walked
into my house. I gazed upon him, awaiting the answer.
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Re: A Collision of Worlds
By: MrMaru Date: January 13, 2014, 5:26 pm
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Looking up, the man could tell he wasn't in the same place he'd
been before, something was different. When he heard her voice,
Vincent knew what he'd heard of this place was true. When the
apparition took the form of a human girl, Vincent simply waited;
listening as she spoke. "I simply got curious about the things
I've heard and felt in the area. I'm not here, to cause you any
trouble, my lady." Then, he offered a slight nod as a way to
bow; showing the spirit respect.
Before speaking again, not knowing what to do or how to help or
even if the specter wanted help, he simply observed where he
imagined she'd be. "I'm not meaning to intrude, if I am. I'm not
afraid. I can tell you've little desire to harm me, and I assure
you, I have no desire to disrupt you either. However, as I've
said earlier, I'm curious about you." The more he spoke, he
smiled warmly, making sure to move slowly enough that the spirit
wouldn't become frightened.
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Re: A Collision of Worlds
By: Ghost of Writings of Old Date: January 14, 2014, 8:12 am
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"Not here to cause me any trouble! I highly doubt it." My voice
boomed throughout the entirety of the house as to keep my
location unknown. The lights started flickering once more with a
couple near the door breaking due to the overload of
electricity. My eyes glimmered with the destruction. Indeed, I
had an innate desire to help other individuals but when others
intruded my personal space I became rather vicious. A
combination of the sound, light, and wind, by this point, would
have normally caused the invader to run from the house and never
seen again. The man remained to my great surprise. I screamed
loudly and caused the windows to open up and then slam back down
thinking he would leave. He remained. Perhaps he truly had more
purpose to his visit as he indicated.
"What curiosity could you possible have regarding me or this
house?" I floated up toward the ceiling still remaining
transparent and hidden. "Nothing I could tell you would quench
your curiosity thirst." I opened the door to indicate his visit
reached its conclusion. "Good bye." While I took interest in
this man on the streets, I saw no need to observe him within my
own four walls. I decided to continue my observations on my
terms no matter the cost.
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Re: A Collision of Worlds
By: MrMaru Date: January 15, 2014, 7:32 pm
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When the cataclysmic events began to occur, Vincent looked
towards the open door and then back to where the voice
originally seemed to come from before it turned chaotic. Bracing
himself, the dark one made his way to the door and shut it.
Looking back, now, he shook his head. "I'm sorry. I simply can't
do that. I want to know you. I want to know your story. The
thing that makes you tick. I hear stories, but stories aren't
true, they're simply that. Stories." His nerves were slightly
unhinged, but he had to keep his composure to hopefully get to
know the woman who seemed to try to resist.
Then, releasing the door, he simply walked back to the center of
the room; prepared to deter any other harmful advances. Despite
his defensive post, somehow, it wasn't a fight he sought.
Deciding it for the best, he spoke again. "I hope I'm not wrong,
but I don't think you truly desire to harm me. I just want to
help you. Will you please tell me your story, whatever it may
be? If it's something horrible, I apologize ahead of time."
Then, he raised his arms out to his sides and let his head hang
back; trying to show that he wasn't afraid of her.
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Re: A Collision of Worlds
By: Ghost of Writings of Old Date: January 16, 2014, 8:56 am
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I circled around him, ghostly as ever, as he spoke words
extremely similar to those prior. I slowly began to believe his
story. He intended no harm, no malace, only a simple
understanding. An understanding of myself. Those who fully knew
me, when alive, didn't fully know the details of my murder.
Perhaps, this man, this human, would harbor my best chance at
fully receiving justice for my death. Such thoughts prevented me
from fully paying attention to the rest of the words he spewed.
By the time I came to, Vincent stood spread eagle, a stance of
complete submission. I stopped circling around him and then
moved to the archway which lead to the living room. I landed on
the ground and cause the lights to become blindingly bright.
While Vincent remained blinded by the light, I transformed into
a human form. Once the lights dimmed he would be aware of this
form. A female, red hair, bright blue eyes, but, this time,
wearing nothing but jeans and a blazer with a purple plaid
scarf. "You say there exists stories about me. You tell me these
stories and I shall grant you the gift of knowing some of the
details of my life."
I backed into the living room gesturing for the male to follow
me into this area. This room, perhaps my personal favorite, was
composed of simple colors, black furniture, light blue walls,
and small trinkets here and there. Pictures of a fake family sat
in frames upon the coffee table. A television mounted into the
wall and plants hanging from the ceiling. In other words, this
room worked to help make intruders, like Vincent, believe a
family actually lived in this house. I sat down on the love
seat, crossing my legs. "Please, sit, and enlighten me to these
stories, or, perhaps more appropriately, rumors."
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Re: A Collision of Worlds
By: MrMaru Date: January 19, 2014, 5:16 pm
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When she changed forms, it was as though watching a movie that
seemed to have no ending. It was as though this woman were
inviting him in, so, Vincent accepted the invitation and
followed her. She proposed a decent proposal indeed, and in
fact, he liked the thought. Nodding to her, venturing further
inside, the man began to speak. "Well, ladies of the night being
protected.. Members of my gender being frightened from harming
the prostitutes, and other such things." He was slightly worried
he'd upset her, but she did offer to grant his request if he
would do the same for her, so the man decided to give her that
respect.
Then, looking around the room, trying to get a grounds for where
he was, Vincent looked back to her. "Sorry about that." Then,
nodding, he took a seat on the couch and continued. "There've
also been rumors of shadow people and things involving
apparitions and other 'beings of the beyond' who've apparently
met with unfortunate fates." Then, realizing he may have
possibly offended her, he looked down. "Please forgive me if
I've offended you, it wasn't intended." With a sigh, he waited
for a moment before looking to her. "You're beautiful, miss."
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