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glowinthedark) wrote2006-05-15 04:23 pm
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theatrical_muse: Topic 126 - The One That Got Away
I don’t know if this counts, considering she didn’t really ‘get away’, per se...she was already dead when I met her. But, she’s about the closest there is, so here goes.
Her name was Julia Caufield. I met her at the Blackhawk...like any of the ghosts I run into, I didn’t realize at first she was dead until after I’d managed to squeeze past her to make a shot at the pool table I was occupying. When she was suddenly there on the other side...I had a good idea.
She was...unique looking. She had these eyes that...have you ever been so thirsty you were just about spitting cotton, then taken a sip of cold water? You know how good it tastes, how good it *feels* going down? That’s what it felt like to look into her eyes.
I found out she died outside the bar a few years before...murdered. I had a rather nasty encounter with her ghost...I dreamt of her. What it felt like to hold her, to touch her...in my dream, I could even taste her when she kissed me, cool and sweet...
I wrestled with myself pretty damn hard before I finally set to work trying to help her move on...and I did. Her killer came back and I made sure he was turned in...kept him from killing another girl like he’d killed Julia.
She came back one more time to say goodbye before she was gone.
I know I did the right thing, helping her...did what I was supposed to do. In a way, she was the first spirit...the first *person* that helped me as much as I *hope* I did her. She made me believe in my own strength, that things happen for a reason, and that I’d never have been given this talent if I couldn’t handle it. She made me realize my ability *was* a gift, not a curse.
After all...if I couldn’t see the dead? I’d never have met her.
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 338
Her name was Julia Caufield. I met her at the Blackhawk...like any of the ghosts I run into, I didn’t realize at first she was dead until after I’d managed to squeeze past her to make a shot at the pool table I was occupying. When she was suddenly there on the other side...I had a good idea.
She was...unique looking. She had these eyes that...have you ever been so thirsty you were just about spitting cotton, then taken a sip of cold water? You know how good it tastes, how good it *feels* going down? That’s what it felt like to look into her eyes.
I found out she died outside the bar a few years before...murdered. I had a rather nasty encounter with her ghost...I dreamt of her. What it felt like to hold her, to touch her...in my dream, I could even taste her when she kissed me, cool and sweet...
I wrestled with myself pretty damn hard before I finally set to work trying to help her move on...and I did. Her killer came back and I made sure he was turned in...kept him from killing another girl like he’d killed Julia.
She came back one more time to say goodbye before she was gone.
I know I did the right thing, helping her...did what I was supposed to do. In a way, she was the first spirit...the first *person* that helped me as much as I *hope* I did her. She made me believe in my own strength, that things happen for a reason, and that I’d never have been given this talent if I couldn’t handle it. She made me realize my ability *was* a gift, not a curse.
After all...if I couldn’t see the dead? I’d never have met her.
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 338