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March 3. my cage has many rooms. Most Haunted. Wandering Souls
Title: Wandering Souls
Day/Theme: March 3. my cage has many rooms, damask and dark
Series: Most Haunted
Character/Pairing: David and unknown ghost
Rating: PG
I followed him. He smelled good. He was from Outside. Sam didn’t like me and kept warning him away.
I wouldn’t have hurt the man. I just wanted to be close to him, feel his warmth, smell the cologne on his clothes, the food on his breath, the life he was soaked with. Sam hissed at me, and the man winced. Sam wasn’t so much a guide as he was a harvester. He wanted the man for the same reason I did, and he wasn’t going to share.
“Ohh, I’m getting a terrible feeling,” the man said suddenly. Of course he was. He had Sam hammering it into his mind. Sam had free rein, and was so well-fed on the poor man's psychic energy that he was much to powerful for me to take on. More’s the pity, I would be called Sam in exchange for a ride out. I’d whisper to him of anything he wanted to hear if it meant escaping.
I fell back a little. I still followed from a few paces away. They went through the rooms, marveling at woodwork and paintings and a shabby old tapestry that I had helped make.
“Oh God, the blood!” the man moaned suddenly. He clutched his head. I wondered if his hair was spiky or soft. “He’s showing me blood. There’s a woman screaming. Her body is being ripped open. She is begging for help.”
She was having a baby, I wanted to say. She did bleed and scream, but no more than any other girl her age in that situation. They both survived. The man couldn’t hear me over Sam. I went over to the other woman, hoping maybe she would hear me. She started squealing about a chill she felt and another man stepped up. His name was David. I heard them say so. He smelled like warm butter and sunshine through windows.
“I think it’s a young woman…” he said. “Or…possibly a girlish young man? I’m going to say a woman because that was my first impulse. She’s trapped. Someone wouldn’t let her leave in life. Her whole life was here. In these walls. And that hasn’t changed. She’s still trapped.”
Oh, I liked David more every second. Maybe he would take me with him? It didn’t matter where.
“Did she die here?” the woman asked. David reached out with his mind. I scampered close, catching the astral hand and clinging to him. He was so warm. I was willing to tell him anything.
“Yes,” he said slowly. “It almost feels like she faded out. It was something slow, something lingering.” His brow furrowed, and I reached out to feel the wrinkles. He shivered. “She wasted away.” I had been poisoned so that no one would know about the child I had helped deliver to a woman who had no business being pregnant. She had been important. I hadn't been. David seemed to be doing fine. I didn't want to contradict him now. He looked around for a moment, then decided the stairwell to the left needed attention.
I held onto him the whole trip. They wandered in and of the halls, talking to empty rooms. It was a big manor house, and there were many rooms to talk to. David developed a headache and decided to go outside for some air. Some air! To be outside! I held on even tighter and he staggered. One of the crew went to help him.
I knew it was me that was hurting him. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t let go yet. This was the best chance I had ever had. I saw the door. I had stood at that door for countless days and years. I had never been able to get out. Maybe this time. Please, this time.
The helper opened the door and David started out. He dragged me into what felt like a wall of ice. I lost my grip on him as he passed through it like it wasn’t there. I screamed after him, but he couldn’t hear me anymore. I couldn’t even see outside. I was still trapped .The cold sank back through me. I would’ve cried if I could. How long was I going to have to wait?? With none of the psychics in range to hear me, I went back down the hall like a million times before. Two floors above me the blond woman froze in her tracks and swore loudly.
"Did you hear something move??" she asked. No one answered.
Day/Theme: March 3. my cage has many rooms, damask and dark
Series: Most Haunted
Character/Pairing: David and unknown ghost
Rating: PG
I followed him. He smelled good. He was from Outside. Sam didn’t like me and kept warning him away.
I wouldn’t have hurt the man. I just wanted to be close to him, feel his warmth, smell the cologne on his clothes, the food on his breath, the life he was soaked with. Sam hissed at me, and the man winced. Sam wasn’t so much a guide as he was a harvester. He wanted the man for the same reason I did, and he wasn’t going to share.
“Ohh, I’m getting a terrible feeling,” the man said suddenly. Of course he was. He had Sam hammering it into his mind. Sam had free rein, and was so well-fed on the poor man's psychic energy that he was much to powerful for me to take on. More’s the pity, I would be called Sam in exchange for a ride out. I’d whisper to him of anything he wanted to hear if it meant escaping.
I fell back a little. I still followed from a few paces away. They went through the rooms, marveling at woodwork and paintings and a shabby old tapestry that I had helped make.
“Oh God, the blood!” the man moaned suddenly. He clutched his head. I wondered if his hair was spiky or soft. “He’s showing me blood. There’s a woman screaming. Her body is being ripped open. She is begging for help.”
She was having a baby, I wanted to say. She did bleed and scream, but no more than any other girl her age in that situation. They both survived. The man couldn’t hear me over Sam. I went over to the other woman, hoping maybe she would hear me. She started squealing about a chill she felt and another man stepped up. His name was David. I heard them say so. He smelled like warm butter and sunshine through windows.
“I think it’s a young woman…” he said. “Or…possibly a girlish young man? I’m going to say a woman because that was my first impulse. She’s trapped. Someone wouldn’t let her leave in life. Her whole life was here. In these walls. And that hasn’t changed. She’s still trapped.”
Oh, I liked David more every second. Maybe he would take me with him? It didn’t matter where.
“Did she die here?” the woman asked. David reached out with his mind. I scampered close, catching the astral hand and clinging to him. He was so warm. I was willing to tell him anything.
“Yes,” he said slowly. “It almost feels like she faded out. It was something slow, something lingering.” His brow furrowed, and I reached out to feel the wrinkles. He shivered. “She wasted away.” I had been poisoned so that no one would know about the child I had helped deliver to a woman who had no business being pregnant. She had been important. I hadn't been. David seemed to be doing fine. I didn't want to contradict him now. He looked around for a moment, then decided the stairwell to the left needed attention.
I held onto him the whole trip. They wandered in and of the halls, talking to empty rooms. It was a big manor house, and there were many rooms to talk to. David developed a headache and decided to go outside for some air. Some air! To be outside! I held on even tighter and he staggered. One of the crew went to help him.
I knew it was me that was hurting him. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t let go yet. This was the best chance I had ever had. I saw the door. I had stood at that door for countless days and years. I had never been able to get out. Maybe this time. Please, this time.
The helper opened the door and David started out. He dragged me into what felt like a wall of ice. I lost my grip on him as he passed through it like it wasn’t there. I screamed after him, but he couldn’t hear me anymore. I couldn’t even see outside. I was still trapped .The cold sank back through me. I would’ve cried if I could. How long was I going to have to wait?? With none of the psychics in range to hear me, I went back down the hall like a million times before. Two floors above me the blond woman froze in her tracks and swore loudly.
"Did you hear something move??" she asked. No one answered.