Finding My Ghost

"Come now, friend. It's right through here." She gestured to my dead girlfriends gravestone.

I stared at her. "You want us to walk through a slab of concrete?"

She nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world. "It is the only way, my friend. It is the only way to help her, to get her back to her eternal home. All of us who See--We all have the ability." She clasped my hands in hers and stared intently at me, like this was something that I should have learned when I was a third grader. "All we have to do is visualize an opening--see your beloved there waiting for you. The desire of needing to see her--to ensure her safety." She gazed at Scarlett's headstone and squinted. "I am not powerful enough to do it alone, nor are you. But together... We can create a portal."

"A portal to what?" I asked her even though I already knew the answer.

She looked at me and smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "The portal to the Afterworld."


5. Chapter 6

The first thing I noticed about this girl was her eyes. They were like a mix between really really light blue and grey. They were almost as beautiful and breathtaking as Scarlett's dazzling green ones.

In a single bound, she tossed her dark brown hair over her shoulder and leapt to her feet, reaching me in a single stride.

Clasping my hand into hers, she grinned widely and her eyes light up with excitement. "Hallo, friend!"

She spoke with an accent that I couldn't quite place. Russian maybe.

I closed the door behind me, trying not to alert my mom.

"Uh, hi," I said, taking my hand from hers. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?"

"Oh, forgive me, I did not mean to intrude." She took a step back from me. "I am Amalia."

"Right." I said. "Amalia. I'm--"

"Drew, yes, I know." She cut me off as I stared at her confusedly.

"What are you doing at my house? How do you know who I am?" I slid my hand into my front pocket and grabbed my phone, in case I would need to call the police to report a serial killer in my house.

She grinned devilishly. "I've known who you are for a while. Words travel to even the most remote places of Romania."

Okay, well that explains the accent, but really not anything else.

"Right," I said again. "How did you get into my house?"

"Your window was left open."

"You came into my house, through my window."

"That is correct."

"Why did you come into my house through a window?"

She smiled again, and stepped closer to me, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Romania is a country filled with many superstitions," she rolled her r's when she talked. It would almost be kind of cute if I had actually known her and she hadn't snuck into my house through a window. "Rumor travels fast. And many believe in those who possess the ability of Sight." She said smiling. "Seeing things that shouldn't be there, people who should have crossed over already."

"How did you know. . ."

"You possess this ability of Sight, no?" She cut me off again.

I was about to lie and say that no, I honestly don't know what you're talking about, when her voice dropped again.

"You don't have to worry about that old rule where nobody can know," she said. "I already know that you See, and I do as well."

I gaped at her and nodded mutely.

She grinned and clasped my hand in hers once again. "I need to ask a favor of you, my friend."

"What's the favor?"

She released my hand and made her way back to my bed and sat down. Sitting up straight, she smoothed down her black skirt that barely reached the tops of her knees. "I fear that change is coming in the Afterworld. And I am in need of your help."

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