Post by Astaroth Merula on Sept 16, 2012 22:08:21 GMT -5
Jack looked out into the room with a nervous anticipation. He had always a sort of high from watching his mother communicate with spirits, and help families get in contact with their deceased loved ones. She was really such a nice person, always willing to help others get over their grief. Sometimes, even the police came to her for help with a murder or something. His mom was incredible!
The people who she was helping with today seemed to be pretty wealthy, and willing to pay a lot of money for his mom to help them contact some ancestor. Jack had overheard something about a family curse, and that had instantly caught his attention. Anything that involved actual ghosts was interesting to him, since he mother only dealt with spirits, which were like the essence of the person's life. A ghost was an actual beyond-the-grave version of the deceased, sometimes called their soul, and they were supposedly actually sentient and powerful.
As he crouched behind a tall potted plant in the hallway, his palms sweating from his anxious waiting, he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Something about it felt... wrong... However, he just dismissed it as his body reacting to his antsy behavior, and the thrill of watching something that his mother had strictly told him not to. He watched on eagerly as his mother began to mutter in the candlelight, her slurred, low words sounding like a hum as she recited a chant to summon the spirit of her client's dead grand-uncle; overlaying it with another chant to completely summon the essence in the form of a full-fledged ghost. However, something deviated from the course of how things were supposed to turn out.
The ghost of the grand-uncle did appear in startling detail. Was this the difference between ghosts and spirits? This one actually seemed to have a real presence. However, the ghost appeared to be terrified and seemed to be urgently trying to warn those in the room of an impending danger. Suddenly, another ghostly hand appeared through the first ghost's chest and a second ethereal being appeared behind him, a cruel smile upon his ashen features. This second ghost seemed to absorb the essence of the first one into him, like s sponge soaks up water. Then, the new ghost looked around the room at the shock- and horror-filled faces before settling his cold, empty eyes upon one person in particular; Jack.
The lights flickered out as the ghost opened it's mouth, a high-pitched shriek coming out that was borderline mute, and lunged forward, disappearing as the candlelight flickered out for a small moment. When the candles came back into life half a second after they went out, the ghost was nowhere to be seen.
Jack was upon his knees behind the vase, clutching at his chest desperately. He felt as though he had suddenly doubled in sized, yet was confined to the same small body. It seemed as though another person was sharing his body with him, and forcing him out. Then, the pain in his body disappeared as the battel moved into his head, where it seemed as though cold fingers were splitting his head open and forcing their way further inside. Soon, all the pain was gone... And so was Jack.
The people who she was helping with today seemed to be pretty wealthy, and willing to pay a lot of money for his mom to help them contact some ancestor. Jack had overheard something about a family curse, and that had instantly caught his attention. Anything that involved actual ghosts was interesting to him, since he mother only dealt with spirits, which were like the essence of the person's life. A ghost was an actual beyond-the-grave version of the deceased, sometimes called their soul, and they were supposedly actually sentient and powerful.
As he crouched behind a tall potted plant in the hallway, his palms sweating from his anxious waiting, he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Something about it felt... wrong... However, he just dismissed it as his body reacting to his antsy behavior, and the thrill of watching something that his mother had strictly told him not to. He watched on eagerly as his mother began to mutter in the candlelight, her slurred, low words sounding like a hum as she recited a chant to summon the spirit of her client's dead grand-uncle; overlaying it with another chant to completely summon the essence in the form of a full-fledged ghost. However, something deviated from the course of how things were supposed to turn out.
The ghost of the grand-uncle did appear in startling detail. Was this the difference between ghosts and spirits? This one actually seemed to have a real presence. However, the ghost appeared to be terrified and seemed to be urgently trying to warn those in the room of an impending danger. Suddenly, another ghostly hand appeared through the first ghost's chest and a second ethereal being appeared behind him, a cruel smile upon his ashen features. This second ghost seemed to absorb the essence of the first one into him, like s sponge soaks up water. Then, the new ghost looked around the room at the shock- and horror-filled faces before settling his cold, empty eyes upon one person in particular; Jack.
The lights flickered out as the ghost opened it's mouth, a high-pitched shriek coming out that was borderline mute, and lunged forward, disappearing as the candlelight flickered out for a small moment. When the candles came back into life half a second after they went out, the ghost was nowhere to be seen.
Jack was upon his knees behind the vase, clutching at his chest desperately. He felt as though he had suddenly doubled in sized, yet was confined to the same small body. It seemed as though another person was sharing his body with him, and forcing him out. Then, the pain in his body disappeared as the battel moved into his head, where it seemed as though cold fingers were splitting his head open and forcing their way further inside. Soon, all the pain was gone... And so was Jack.
