Page 37 of Shadowing My Dreams
“Andrew Parker, if you are here in this house, I have a message for you. Isaac Nelson is waiting for you. Are you still here waiting for him? I feel you, Andrew. Are you trapped in the house?”
Who are you?His voice spoke into my mind. He was too weak, even with all the energy I was giving him, to manifest.
“Someone who can reconnect you to Isaac. Are you Andrew?” I felt for him through the void and could sense a small presence on the other side. I was assaulted by images in my mind. It was who I hoped for, but he was not a strong spirit. Perhaps not strong enough to accomplish what I needed him to do. “Come to me, Drew. I feel you watching. I hear you.”
Isaac is still here? I thought… lost to me.A flash of Isaac sitting in a chair by the window. The of him lying in a bed as he was close to death.
“No. He’s still in the house you once shared. He’s been waiting for you for over forty years. Can you manifest? I needyou to cross through so I can help you,” I tried to keep my voice down because if that guy heard what I was saying, we’d get thrown out no matter how hot he thought Jack was.
I felt the veil shimmer. He was not a strong soul. I doubted that the gay guy who lived here even knew that Drew was present and still lingering after his death. He was so insubstantialthatI wasn’t sure I could accomplish what I needed to do to reunite them.
I pushed energy into the void and could feel myself weaken. Jack would have to carry me out of here if this didn't work. But for a second, a glimmer in the void appeared. Connection.
Isaac? Where is he?
“You did wait for him?” I could feel the desire and love that Drew had for him. It enveloped him in the same way that Isaac’s sickness did him.
Yes. He was my only real love.
“You have to find form, Drew.”
He was so broken.
“He’s finally whole, and all he needs to find happiness and cross over into the light is you, Drew. He’s waited for you. Do you want to see him again?”
Yes.
“Find your form. Feed off of me, Drew. I came to bring you to him.”
I tried to leave. But I cannot.
“You can. I can take you to him, but you will have to trust me, and I will have to trust you. Can I trust you?”
I want Isaac. Please?
“He wants you too. He’s been waiting all alone, and he’s been so sad. But he will be so happy to see you again. You are all he’s been thinking about.”
Why didn’t he find me?
“He is also stuck in the place he knew. It happens, Drew. This was your home. It belonged to you, and you became attached to it. Isaac is in the home you shared, the only place he felt that was ever a home to him. I can take you.”
I dropped my shields and stood up. My knees shook as I stood in this very tackily decorated house and offered my body to this sad and lost soul. I was so weak – I had given so much to Drew so he could cross through the in-between to this realm of existence.
“Find form, Drew. Manifest,” I pleaded.
I…
“You have to,” I raised my voice as loud as I dared. It was now or never.
I…
I pushed all the rest of my energy into the void, and he shimmered into view.
“Quick, before I’m too exhausted to accept you. Come into me, Drew. Share my body and take possession of me.”
He glided across the room, barely a mist hanging in the air, and entered me. The static of our two souls intermingling inside me caused the lights to flicker.
“Am I safe?” he whispered. “Do I have form?” My voice and my lipsmade the words, but it was not me who spoke.
