The spinning stopped and I was in the spiritual
realm.
My stomach was flipping because I was excited with
anticipation about something, but I couldn’t remember what. What was I here to do?
Then I heard someone approaching. From the footsteps and steady breathing, I
knew it wasn’t just a spirit. This
person was alive.
“Where am I?” He
asked; his voice incredibly familiar.
I tried to remember what was happening, but couldn’t. It
had never been this way before. I had
never forgotten my purpose before when coming into the spiritual realm. Maybe it was different when a living spirit
was involved.
“Who are you?” He
asked.
I turned around and as soon as I saw his face, I
remembered. “Robert!” I said.
Robert was here talking to me.
“Yes…I’m Robert, but who are you?”
I didn’t know what to say first, so I just started with my name. “I’m Josephina Gates,” I said as if I had
just remembered it. It felt strange
saying my own name after so long.
“Am I dreaming?
Why are you here?” He
asked.
I felt overwhelmed. There was so much
that he needed to know…so much that I had to tell him, but I didn’t know how to
begin.
“I have a lot that I need to tell you, but first…I used
to live in your house,” I said. I
decided to feed him a little bit at a time.
“What do you mean?
You sold the house to me?” He
asked.
“Um…no,” I knew that I had to be careful.
Robert didn’t believe in the supernatural. If I said too much, he would probably shut me
out completely. “Not exactly,” I said;
leaving my answer simple.
“Okay…so why am I dreaming this?”
“I needed to tell you something. It’s about Elaina,” I responded
cautiously.
“What about her? Why is it your
concern?”
“Robert, you have to be careful around her. She’s not who you think she is.” I somehow knew that he would not want to hear
anything about Elaina being a vampire. I
would have to get to that later.
“How do you know who I
think she is?” It was a good
question. I didn’t know how to answer
it.
When I didn’t answer, he continued. “Look, I don’t know what this is or what any
of this has to do with you, but since it’s just a dream…”
“Robert, it’s not a dream…”I interrupted quickly. I knew that he was ready to end our
contact. I had to be more bold in my
approach.
“Tell me what’s going on or I’m out of here.”
“You’re in danger,” I blurted out.
“How do you know? You’re just the person
who sold me my house.”
I knew that he didn’t get it. I had to take a chance and tell him. “I’m a ghost Robert. I didn’t sell you the house…I died in it.”
“This is bull…I’m out of here,” Robert said turning away
from me.
“Robert…please,” I begged.
“I don’t believe in this…this…whatever this is,” he said sounding a bit
frustrated over his lack of vocabulary.
“Look me up,” I said in a last ditch effort to get
through to him.
“What?” He said. I knew that he heard me, but wanted
clarification.
“When you wake up…look me up on the internet,” I
said. I knew it was the only way he’d
believe me.
“So I just have to wake up to get out of here?” He asked.
“Yes,” I said with contrition. I knew
that if he woke up right now, he would just think this was all a dream. I wasn’t able to convince him and he probably
wouldn’t even bother looking me up as I suggested.
Soon after, Robert disappeared from the realm. I assumed that he had woken up.
My insides were filled with fear and regret because I
knew that I still had not accomplished my goal.
But I hoped that I had at least planted a seed of belief.
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