Page 11 of Haunting Phantom
Chapter Six
I'm not sure why today feels different. There’s a strange heaviness hanging in the air. Almost foreboding in a way. As per usual, Phantom’s hiding in his room. Lately, he’s done the bare minimum around here.
I'm seconds away from moving closer to him and making a move when somebody rudely knocks on the door.
“Yeah?” Phantom hollers out.
I must admit, the place looks a little dull without all the bottles lying around. I'm going to have to get a little more creative with what I throw, should another woman dare to get near my man.
The door slowly opens, and in peeks Voorhees. “Hey, can you come out here for a minute?”
Phantom reluctantly nods. “Yeah, sure.” We follow him into the common area. Creature currently has one of the sluttiest Annies on his lap. I think her name is Tiffany or something like that. He’s got his hand in her panties, and the little slut is moaning, but you can barely hear her over the music in the background.
Krueger and Damien are sitting at our normal haunt, deep in conversation. When Krueger acknowledges me with a nod, Damien turns around, grinning when he sees me standing there in my tattered outfit, ripped to shreds by the accident. I look exactly the same as the day I died, only bruised up and covered in scratches.
Remembering that day had always been hard for me. All I remembered was getting angry with Blake for attempting to go on a club ride without me, then everything leading up to the moment I got on the bike before waking up in a hospital room, staring down at Phantom’s lifeless body that was hooked up to chords and monitors, his soul barely clinging to life.
I stayed by his side the whole time he was down, and it pissed me the fuck off that nobody would talk to me. Doctors ignored me. Nurses barely looked my way. It wasn’t until a strange girl flagged me down in the hallway that I found out why I was being ignored.
“How long have you been down for?”she asked, staring through me like she could see everything going on behind me.
“Down?”
She nodded. “You know, dead?”
“Oh, I’m not dead.”
She laughed.“Girl, have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re dead. We all are.”
She motions to a few more patients dressed up in hospital gowns and frowns.“We are the lost souls of St. Mary’s Hospital, Ward five.”She extended her hand, but mine went right through hers.“I’m Harper. I died five years ago.”
“You died?”
She stared at me strangely.“Yeah, you couldn’t tell?”
Shaking my head, I shrugged.“You look like just another person to me.”
Harper chewed on her bottom lip.“Hmm, I’m guessing you didn’t die here then. Otherwise, you’d be able to tell who’s who. If I had to guess, you’re a poltergeist, not a ghost or a displaced spirit.”
“Poltergeist?”
She nodded.“They are spirits that are attached to objects or people. You can’t move more than a certain number of feet from them.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’m that either. See, I can leave anytime I want.”
My body moved toward the elevator. It opened so that a few people could step out. Muttering my apologies for stepping between them, I confidently strode in as the doors closed. The second the elevator started its descent, everything changed. I hovered above the ground, feet dangling for at least ten seconds before my body was violently ripped forward, hurled through a wall that I somehow miraculously floated through, and back to the fifth floor where I stood facing Harper again.
She grinned.“Yup, you’re definitely a poltergeist.”
“Well, that’s rather annoying.”
She shrugged.“What do you remember after waking up? What did you feel?”
“Besides the undying desire to be near my boyfriend? Nothing. All I remember is feeling like I needed to keep a promise.”
Her eyes widen like she suddenly had an epiphany.“Oh, so you have unfinished business then?”
“Unfinished business?”
