Page 12 of Shadowing My Dreams
He turned and walked up the stairs stopping halfway and holding his hands up in front of him. “Weird.” He continued up the stairs, and Daveed and I followed behind. He headed straight to my bedroom and stopped in the doorway. “It likes this room.”
“It?”
“I don’t knowwhatorwhoit isyet. I can just feel its energy permeating the air – the walls, even. Interesting.”
“What?” Daveed asked so seriously that I snorted.
Archie glanced at me with a look so reprimanding that he activated a kink I didn’t even know I had. My cock twinged as I stared back at him. His eyes were the color of a clear sky and shone brightly from his alabaster face.
“It belongs here. Huh… How long have you lived here?” He walked further into the room.
“I’ve owned the place for four years,” I answered.
“And did you ever see or hear…”
“Nothing. It just started.” I looked at Daveed and shook my head. He just stared back at me and put his finger against his lips.
“Why?” He walked around and placed his hands against the windowsill. “Why now? Why were you sleeping and awoke? Huh… I can totally feel… him… Yes, him. He’s been here for a while, but something shifted. Why are you suddenly so active?”
“Do you normally just throw random questions out? People buy that shit?” I huffed.
“They’re not for you. But I’m not getting anything back, either. He is very aware, and… He’s angry, but I can’t tell why. It just is here lingering in the air with your own anger.” He turned to look at me, and my hackles rose.
“I’m not angry. You got that all wrong.”
“Do I?” he smirked.
“I’m the most grateful son of a bitch there is.”
“Huh… Ok.” He shrugged. That small gesture made my anger rise.
“Don’t just… Ok, me! I’m… You’ve made me angry, but I’m not…” With a simple glance, he made me shut up. The power and strength that I felt from him was… I stood there slack-jawed.
“You had something taken away from you recently, and you try to ignore what you actually feel, but it’s there - like an armor around you.” He stepped towards me. “You’re… You feel so aloneand scared, but you cover it up with a bravado that nothing has changed. But everything has changed, hasn’t it? You’re changing, and it scares you.”
“That’s some half-cocked psychic bullshit. You could say that to almost everyone,” I could barely whisper the words.
He took one more step towards me. “Who is Bernice?”
“What?”
“You have someone watching over you that… She’s not here – here. But she’s been with you.”
“She was…”
“She was his nurse,” Daveed answered.
“I don’t think that’s… it.” Archie shook his head.
“She was. I was in the hospital, and she was the sweetest of all of them.” I grinned, thinking about her.
“Interesting… A nurse, you say. You carry some of her energy around you. But I don’t think she was your nurse.” The sound of his voice sent a chill up my spine.
“Why would you say that? You don’t know me.”
“She’s dead. I'm sure of that. She’s been dead quite some time. Her energy is thin, but it’s there intermingled with your own.” He walked around me. “I can even hear her… so dim but still there as if she has… She’s not your ghost, though. Just a ghost you’ve already met. Residual energies can attach to the living.”
I crossed my arms and totally pouted. “I could call you on your bullshit right now. All I have to do is make a phone call.”
