“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
Edgar Allan Poe
The Goth-girl finally comes upon the chapel itself, she could see a strong light coming through the multi-color stain glass windows and the main doors were opened up just enough to let some of the light inside be seen as well.
She pushes open the heavy wooden doors and carefully enters inside, she is startled for a second as the first thing that greets her in the chapel’s vestibule is a life-sized marble statue of Saint Michael slaying the devil while its softly bathed in light from a flood light above it.
As she exits the antechamber, she then notices the chapel’s interior was beautifully laid out for a funeral service, almost every light in the main room was lit while the mixed smell of fresh flowers and sharp incense filled her nose. She begins to look around for anybody or thing that might be the ghost-girl, however she does not see anybody, dead or alive.
“Jennifer?” Maggie calls out for her as her own voice echoes within the mostly old gray stone building. “If you’re in here, please show yourself. I want to talk to you.”
Maggie quietly listens for anything. There was the sound of a light wind blowing through one of the open stain glass windows and the small “tick-tock” noise of an old Carelton wall clock over her head at the entrance way in which she came in. Other than that, nothing.
“Come on, please?” requested Maggie as she started to notice her breath appeared while at the same time she felt the room become colder telling her that Jennifer hopefully is the one ghost that was indeed here or some other ghost was instead. “Say something.”
“’Every living thing that’s died.’” Jennifer’s voice is finally heard, singing as it reverberated all around the old evergreen oak ceiling in the Romanesque style chapel. Maggie looks around for Jennifer and stops as she hears her voice again. “’Gonna hitch a ride, leave it all behind’.”
“What?” asked Maggie in puzzlement as she listens on.
“’Never change my mind, gonna sail away.’” spoke up Jennifer again with resonant. “’Sun lights another day. Freedom on my mind, carry me away for the last time, oh yeah.’”
Maggie now closely listens to Jennifer’s voice which right now sounded very beautiful, crisp and clear. She knows thanks to Jennifer’s memories still in her mind that she was a leading soprano chorus girl back at her Catholic school before she and her family moved here and she had to start to attend the public high school afterward. However, Maggie soon believes that Jennifer might be still just playing with her because she’s most likely still upset.
“Come on, I’m serious here.” requested Maggie solemnly as she looked around again for the ghost-girl.
“’Life is like the coldest winter, people freeze the tears I cry.’” spoke up Jennifer’s voice again after a few seconds of silence. “’Words of hail their minds are into, I’ve got to crack this ice and fly.’”
“Fine.” replies Maggie in frustration as she starts to storm out of the chapel. “Be like that, I’m so outta here!”
As soon as Maggie hits the switches to the lights in the chapel and the whole main room goes completely dark. The ghostly blue light from the apparition of Jennifer instantly appears as she is laying down on her back on a solid gray stone table that was used to place a coffin on during funeral services which was just at the foot of the steps that lead to the alter. The ghost-girl quickly sits up and spins around while at the same time whipping off her headphones off her ears as the music can still be heard from them.
“Please!” she cried out in a fearful plea to Maggie, as Jennifer looks right at her while she held out her translucent right hand to Maggie. “Turn on the lights!”
Maggie turns around quickly to see Jennifer with an expression on her face that showed very much she was afraid of someone or something as she was quickly looking around the whole room.
“Please, turn them back on!” she pleaded again with a distressed face. “I don’t like the dark! It was the last thing I saw when I was still alive!”
Maggie did so and saw a great relief come across Jennifer’s face as the whole room became illuminated once more, she was so happy to see it happen that she stood up on the table placed her left hand in front of her face to a flood light just above her as if she was trying to feel the heat from the light itself as the white beam partly penetrated her semitransparent makeup. She soon sat back down onto the stone table, crossed her long legs and looked over to where Maggie was still standing at the doorway.
Maggie carefully started to walk down the nave towards the apparition who just watched her approach. Jennifer slowly narrowed her own eyes at her.
“Jen.” said Maggie as she began to slowly raised her hands up before her until they were level with her chest.
“Mag.” replied Jennifer quickly as she turned off her Walkman with her right hand as she held up her left hand then used the space between her thumb and first finger to try to measured up Maggie’s current height from her perspective, which made the Goth girl look only over seven inches tall because she was bit of a distance away. “You’re small again I see. A tinny, tiny, little girl, so elfin like.”
Jennifer next shows a bit of a confused face towards Maggie at how she was still approaching her and where her hands are at.
“Girl, you can lower your hands.” requested Jennifer within a slight scoff. “I’m not going to hurt you… or rob you for that matter.”
“Actually, I was afraid that you were still sore with me and might possess or slime me or do something really nasty like that.” replied Maggie trying to sound comical while showing a small nervous smile at the ghost-girl as she lowers her hands to her sides.
“’Slime you’?” questioned Jennifer as she pondered for a second at Maggie’s words, until she started at struggling not to bust out in laugher at first before she finally caved in and adding; “You mean just how Bill Murry got slimed by that green ghost in “Ghost Busters”? No, I wouldn’t do that, that’s just gross!”
“Whew!” thought Maggie to herself in relief as she let out a small chuckle. “The humorous icebreaker worked, she’s laughed instead of lashing out or taking possession of me like she did with Coralline.”
“In fact, I was hoping you would come here sometime soon.” admitted Jennifer with a welcoming smile. “I really want to apologize at how I treated you. It was mostly because I had a really bad night even before the biggest thing that really did hurt me and that was when I found out that one of the main items that should have let me have the final chance to cross over to the other side would not work.”
“I believe you mean the car keys?” asked Maggie. “Right?”
“Yes.” replied Jennifer quickly with a mournful tone.
“Look, I’m sorry about all that did happen with the keys as well as… really about everything that happened that night.” explained Maggie. “If I knew about what Coralline was up to I would have stopped it, me and Sara.”
“Sara, is she here?” asked Jennifer quickly as she looked around for her enthusiastically with a smile.
“Yeah.” replied Maggie with suspicious tone at how Jennifer’s attitude just changed. “She’s with Tim right now. You seem happy about that she’s here too, it seems.”
“Oh…ah…well…she and I…we had our…little girl talk already, okay?” replied Jennifer as she now showed being bit anxious as she quickly took her right hand and ran though her hair nervously while she looked down at herself.
“Uh~huh.” replied Maggie out loud as she thinks of her next words to herself. “I guess that part of what Sara said on our way up here might be true after all and with the other memories that I have learned lately about Jennifer that I’ve kept to myself, I wonder…”
“Can I ask you something about what you did in front of me after I just transformed into my...other-self and just before I ran off to fight that Golem?” asked Maggie as she stepped up closer to the ghost.
“Ah, sure?” replied Jennifer with an edgy tone in her voice as she held her crossed-over legs even tighter together as she looked down at Maggie. “Is it when I looked at you eye to eye after showing off to me how big and bad you just became? If I didn’t know better, I think you were trying to intimidating me back there.”
“Well uh...” replied Maggie acting sheepish as she roughed up her hair as well. “I was so caught up in the heat of the moment of becoming my amazon-self I may have done that to you without thinking. As you saw the whole transforming event is such a wonderful rush. So yeah, what I am getting at is when you made yourself as tall as me, was in a way in responding to that, right?
“Uh-huh.” replied Jennifer with a light smile. “When you became all big and bulky and grew almost twice your true size when all said and done at becoming a “She-Hulk”.”
“I still think that was pretty cool what you did, can you do that again?” requested Maggie trying not sound anxious.
“Piff.” replies Jennifer in a scoff as she jumps off the table lands in front of Maggie as she snaps her fingers. “That’s easily. Being a ghost does have some perks, other than going through stuff or becoming invisible and the such.”
A very small, yet joyful smile comes across Maggie’s face as she watches Jennifer “grow” effortlessly taller until she is about fifteen feet tall as the spirit then looks down at her proudly while crossing her arms over her chest.
Maggie is indeed impressed; however, from her perception, she could still see the wooden ceiling and the small chandelier through the ghost easily. Also, she still was not certain that Jennifer was intentionally perhaps unintentionally giving her a wonderful show to her own fascination of hers right how.
“That’s so…wild!” says Maggie as she looks up exuberantly at the now giant ghost-girl as she puts her hands together happily.
“Think that’s something, let’s try thirty feet, hmm?” asked Jennifer with a grin as she next doubles her size within a few seconds. She even goes through the trouble of leaning down slightly as she knows her head is starting to get close to the ceiling itself even though at the same time she is well aware as a ghost she would not damage it because she would simply have materialized right through it. “What do you think?”
“Ha, that really is something! But, you have a chandelier sticking out of your shoulder now.” explained Maggie as she pointed to it.
“I’d go higher, but if I get too…expanded I notice I become more transparent. Must be a molecule thing, I guess.” said Jennifer as she starts to admires herself of her current size. “Plus, if Tim sees me doing that again, especially going through the roof in here, he’ll have words with me.”
Jennifer then couches down enough until her large ghostly legs are between Maggie who looks on trying to contain her excitement at seeing this, while secretly wishing Jennifer was still alive and was a girl who could chance her size at will. What fun she thought if she could have with Jennifer maybe if this was real.
“You really get turned on by seeing something like this, huh?” asked Jennifer as she looked down at the now tiny Maggie and clearly takes notice of her behavior as she brings down a large hand to Maggie and cups it around her as Maggie watches on. “Little girl.”
“You have no idea.” said Maggie looking back up to her.
“Oh, I just m…” said Jennifer cheerfully as she next briskly cuts herself off from talking as she then glanced down at Maggie with awkwardness before talking again, however, not before she quickly shrinks down to her true size and hopped back on the stone table. “Forget what I just said, I…misspoke there. Umm, anymore questions about that fight?”
Maggie was slightly taken back not just how fast Jennifer quickly shrunk down, yet how she wanted to change the subject so abruptly.
“Well, it’s back before the fight when you said about me making out with that cheerleader about being bigger and all…” explained Maggie anxiously again until Jennifer cuts in.
“Look again, I’m sorry about saying that.” she says with regret in her voice and her face showed that she was being truthful about it. “It was wrong of me; it was mean and I was angry at all of you. It’s just… you guys put me through one awful situation by dragging out of my place of sanctuary while in the realm of the living without my say so.”
“What kind of “situation” my I ask?” question Maggie with concern.
Jennifer does a quick glance at Maggie where her ghostly eyes show that she was serious about what she wants to say next, she finally lets out a soft sigh.
“Like almost being drag into a place forever where it’s very hot, dark, the sour smell of sulfur is very where, demons and other malevolent spirits torture you every single second forever. There is no peace, no sleep and there is a huge sign above the “Black Gate” itself written in Latin carved by demon fire into the brimstone saying; “Abandon hope all ye who enter here because now you’re totally fucked”.”
“Are you talking about Hell itself?” Maggie asked with an uneasiness in her voice as her face lights up with a mix of horror and fear.
“Shhhh.” warned Jennifer apprehensively as she placed a finger over Maggie’s lips. “Mind you, you’re in a place of worship and saying the “H..E…double hockey stick word out-loud can be very dangerous in some cases, especially to someone like me, a ghost. It can call Reapers to me if I’m not careful.”
“Umm, have you really seen that place?” asked Maggie anxiously.
“Oh, yeah and its very real.” replied Jennifer still with discontent voice. “Almost everyone in this very grave yard who is stuck in this kind of Purgatory other like the “Tunnel of Light” place has at least seen it once. It’s to remind all of us that there are worst places than this and to warn us to be very careful at what we do during our parole time.”
“Is there any other place you guys can hang out other than here and this; “Tunnel of Light”?” asked Maggie even though she felt totally awkward asking such a thing after what Jennifer just said.
“Oh, there is one place where all spirits are welcomed.” said Jennifer surprisingly cheerfully all of the sudden once more. “The city of Necropolis.”
“’Necropolis’?” said Maggie with amazement. “As in the city of the dead Necropolis?”
“Yeah.” replied Jennifer with a chuckle at the end. “It’s a real lively place.”
Maggie is not sure if Jennifer is trying to be funny or being serious here.
“We’re getting off track here.” said Maggie trying to get off that gloomily subject quickly. “Going back to one of your own memories, one in particular that I just happen to see again earlier today as I was thinking back about the fight I was having with the Golem and again just after you matched yourself with my new height after I transformed into my…Amazon-self.”
“Which one?” asked Jennifer which Maggie can clearly see now that Jennifer was becoming slightly more uncomfortable talking to her. “This memory.”
“It was the one where you were just a bit younger and you were dancing almost in a kinky matter right in front of your wall mirror in your bedroom while in your underclothes while the song by Billy Idol; “Dancing by yourself.” was playing loud on your stereo. I have to be very honest; I was very much turned on by that image, especially the way you were posing yourself showing off your muscles by flexing.” “You were lightly buffed and pretty toned for a girl almost having a six-pack going on there and your long legs were amazing.”
Jennifer didn’t say a word, expect she was starting to look down at herself, turning away from Maggie while at the same time crossing her legs again. At first Maggie wasn’t too sure, however, she could swear it looked like Jennifer was blushing a little, which quite amazing for Maggie to see because she never heard of a ghost blushing before.
“Is that all?” she asked uncomfortably. “I mean, you’re starting to sound like a living diary here.”
“No, no there’s more.” said Maggie trying to sound sincere, she really wanted to put her hands-on Jennifer just to show some kind of comfort, however, she also knew that her hands might go right through the ghost-girl and she might take the peaceful gesticulation as a kind of insult by accident.
“And I swear I’m not being mean here ether, just because it got to be very curious for me. At one point, with one of your hands on your hips you are looking down between your legs and just between your feet was a Barbie and Ken doll and you’re pointing at them in an aggressive matter while laughing and…”
“Alright, alright!” Jennifer cuts off Maggie in a fluster. “I guess it’s only fair that I say this after what I said about you being taller in the cheerleader dream. That was a moment in my life when I was fed up of being bullied for being too tall. The dolls were representing a couple kids at school who were just plan nasty to me and as for the underwear…. did you ever see; “Attack of the fifty-foot woman” and how she was dressed after she became a giant. Well, I hope you’re getting the idea! I do admit looking back at that it was a bit odd just doing it just in my bra and panties, but I was caught up in the moment and I was letting off some bottled-up steam.”
“’Too tall”?” quoted Maggie.
“Yeah!” exclaimed Jennifer as she hopped off the stone table and looked right at Maggie while she rubbed her hands through her brunette ethereal-like hair in frustration. “I mean look at me! This is how tall I was back when I was still alive. I stood well over six feet tall. Both my brothers were tall which we got from our father. I mean, don’t know about today, but not a whole lot of girls back when I was in school stood at this height or masculine for that matter, petite was in!”
“I was called a; “Freak, She-Beast, The daughter of the fifty-foot woman even once! All sorts of names by some of the kids, especially by the girls. I just finally came to this conclusion that if I was going to be the biggest girl, then I was going to be the “Alpha” female at the school by size and strength, not by how “Little Miss Popular” was or the way of some of the other girls were by shooting venom at others!”
Maggie just stood fast with her eyes open wide at what she was hearing. She still couldn’t believe it. However, in the end after all the things with Jennifer’s memories and what Sara said earlier, it was starting to make sense now.
“I was even sneaking into by brother’s weight room down in the basement at our house. “Doing curls up to sixty pounds just to make my arms bigger, leg presses crunches and stuff. Secretly, I even wanted to be even bigger and even stronger than all the boys, even on the football team. I wanted to be the one girl that if you saw me coming down the hallway you gave me room and you gave me respect. Shit, I guess in the end, I wanted to be an amazon after all, just like Wonder Woman, Super girl or even like the She-Hulk, just not green. I even had posters of those women I admired and even collected the comic books along with my younger brother John.”
“You mean?” exclaimed Maggie with a small laugh in astonishment. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe it! You’re saying that even you in a way fantasized that you wanted to be big and strong too? Maybe we really do have something in common after all.”
“Not having sex with other girls mind you while being greater in size and strength.” reminded Jennifer holding up a tight fist at Maggie. “I just looked at it as a source of confidence and respect to myself.”
“Okay, okay, each to their own.” added Maggie with a wide grin on her face now that she could not hide. “But, still this is still unbelievable to hear. I mean really what are the odds here?”
“Alright, I said it!” exclaimed Jennifer in vexation. “You win, happy? Even the tough girl act is part of it, and it makes me feel strong inside. Yet, I’m still the freak, even dead I’m still the damn freak! Shit, one the reasons that I’m so annoyed with you especially now is that is that you can actually become someone who is big and powerful. I envy you so much on this power of yours. If I was still alive today, at your age, knew you back at school and found out about your ability, I would be asking you; “How can I get that power?”.”
“Wow!” thinks Maggie to herself as she looks over Jennifer again with astonishment. “Whether she be a ghost or among the living, she still has such an intimidating aura about her and I do envy that part of her personally so much. Back then in life, the best I can tell from looking at her memories, she was just a normal person without any super human powers. Yet, nevertheless she stood tall, confident, and strong at all the conflicts her faced.”
“Come to think about it, even if she was alive today. At my age and she did manage to get this same “gift” I have burning within me. The way her natural height and build was next to mine and what I can alone turn into. My, God! She could be a Titaness compared to my own imposing mass. I don’t know if I should be really turned on by something like that or be really terrified of her.”
“Why don’t you let her merge within you, my little Maggie?” requested the sudden appearance of the otherworldly yet familiar voice in the back of Maggie’s mind which belonged to her own benefactor, the very same one who gave her these powers to begin with.
“Image the being you two could amalgamate into. Just because this young spirit does not have a physical body anymore. Does not mean it cannot be done. Your friend, Sara just explained this to you with her own merger with Jennifer in that invocation of the magical bonding spell. The girl’s essence alone is indeed a powerful force. You know this, you can sense this and you can definitely taste it. You two do indeed have a lot more in common than you alone are now beginning just to realize, on the verge of a cusp. Think about this.”
“Wait!” requested Maggie as she spoke in her mind to the uncanny visitor. “Mistress? Is that you? What are you asking me here?”
“Hey, Maggie?” asked Jennifer with a concerned expression on her face as the ghost-girl snaps her left fingers in front of Maggie’s face. “You still in there?”
Maggie breaks out of her trance, blinks her eyes for a second and looks right at Jennifer. “Umm, what?”
“You spaced out for a bit.” explained Jennifer. “Got really dreamy eyed there too in the end.”
“Ah, sorry about that, I was…thinking.” explained Maggie as she glanced at Jennifer before looking down at herself as she lightly licked her lips quickly then looked back up. “This “power” does have some draw backs that I should say right now and the responsibility in having it as I’m learning is great.”
“I heard once from another superhero who just happens to climb walls and shoot webs say; “With great power comes great responsibility.”” quoted Jennifer with a smile.
“Spiderman.” said Maggie smiling back. “Good one.”
“I’d like to believe that I would have been responsible enough for the power to do good with it.” said Jennifer.
“Maybe, you could’ve been the right choice for this power at one time instead of me.” said Maggie.
“Twenty and some years too late I’m afraid.” replied Jennifer.
“But, looking at you right now. The way I…saw things flooding my mind about you and how you dealt with them in everyday life and the nightmare you now…live in as a ghost almost every day.” explained Maggie wholehearted as this time she carefully puts her hands-on Jennifer’s face which was almost behaved like smoke which she knew the ghost can’t really feel her skin, looks up to her and smiles. “You are a true giant to me.”
Jennifer in kind puts her left hand on Maggie’s own and the expression on her face almost looked like she was going to start crying as she closed her eyes and smiled before saying;
“You wouldn’t believe how much I would love to feel the touch of your skin and the warmth that comes from it right now. All I ever feel is cold.”
Jennifer then opens her eyes up quickly and looks down at Maggie with a concerned face now.
“Uh, does that sound “gay”?” she asked seriously. “Not to offend.”
“No.” replied Maggie with a smile. “And I’m not offended by a bit.”
“What else can you tell about me?” asked Jennifer changing the subject again. “Go ahead, thrill me.”
“Well.” replied Maggie as she thought about it for a few seconds, she did not want to mess this positive roll she was having right now with Jennifer. “Your proud to be a Leo because being born in the month of August. But, you concerned yourself a lioness, your black and white pet cat was named; “Little Mitts” because of his small white paws, you love maple candy and you really wanted to be a nurse so you could take care of your father because of his cancer….Oh, shit…I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s alright.” reassured Jennifer. “Funny thing was I supposed to start college that very fall I died to start my studies. If fact, I was supposed to leave the following week. Man, that still sucks!”
“Yeah.” It sucks.” replied Maggie with a wistfully tone in her voice. “Still I didn’t mean…”
“Please let me say this now and don’t take this the wrong way. Stop treating me like a sad and poor helpless spirit.” interrupted Jennifer with a smile as she gently placed her ghostly right hand on top of Maggie’s own as it slightly materialized into it in which the Goth girl reacts with a chill from its coldness as it ran up her arm. “I do have a conscious self, you know.”
For a few seconds both Maggie and Jennifer look at each other fondly waiting to see who will speak next, however after a period of time their eyes and heads begin to wander around.
“I know we are both trying hard to break more of the ice between us here and come to an understanding.” explained the ghost-girl to the living girl. “But, let’s be honest, this is really starting to get awkward by the way we staring at each other like this.”
“Yeah.” admitted Maggie as she tries to think of something, anything at this point to keep the conservation going as she concentrates more on Jennifer’s memories, then it suddenly comes to her and without really thinking about it she asks right out.
“You still pray, even though you’re a ghost now?” asked Maggie as she looked up at the alter with the sculpture of the crucifixion of Jesus over it. “Does he actually still listen?”
“Oh, yeah I still do, still got some hope left in here no matter what.” replied Jennifer proudly as she pointed the crucifix then to her chest where her heart would be. “And yeah, he still hears me and talks to me still, in his own way of course. Every once in a while, just before the last of the sun sets, I hear and see the angles who do come down Jacob Ladder to collect the good souls to bring them home while calling out to me and the others with their angelic voices to not give up, grow bitter or despair and slip into the darkness of the bottomless void. Reminding me as well there still a place for me in Heaven and there still a candle lit for me too.”
“A candle, in Heaven?” asked Maggie.
“Sure, I mean way not?” replied Jennifer. “At least I’ve been told anyway, there a place there with many, many candles and every candle there represents a soul who has not come home yet.”
“So why doesn’t he with all his power just bring you home and not have you go on and suffer on this so-called “curse” that’s on you?” asked Maggie with concern.
“That is something I’ve asked myself and to many others. But, as I found out in my personal quest over the years that there is really no easily answer to that.” said Jennifer. “It was explained to me at one time that for spirits like myself and many others. We are just simple pawns and I do mean chess pieces here in the never-ending war between the forces of the light and the dark. We just wait and find out when it’s our turn to make a move, I guess.”
Jennifer can see that Maggie is troubled at what she just heard and tries to change the subject herself.
“Hey?” she asks with an upbeat tone suddenly. “Did you ever get those chills that came from out of nowhere that make you shiver all over, especially the ones that do go up your spine?”
“Ahhh!” Maggie cries out in surprise as she feels the sudden cold sensation riding up on her backbones. She turns to see Jennifer holding up her right hand with her first and second fingers extended out while the rest were in a fist after she just ran them through Maggie’s backside.
“That just might be us ghosts from saying; “Hello” to “Gotcha”!” as we just simply walk by.” explained Jennifer with a savvy smile. “Made your nipples hard now, didn’t I?”
“Yeah!” said Maggie as she puffed out her chest at Jennifer and in a joking matter asked her. “You want a feel?”
“Ah, no.” replied Jennifer with a distain look on her as then hides both of her hands behind her back as she started to laugh out loud and Maggie soon joined her.
“I do like your spunk.” admitted Maggie.
“I… like yours too.” replied Jennifer with some hesitation. “Though I wish you drop the dark and mysterious look in the way your dressed and the makeup you’re wearing right now.”
“What do mean?” asked Maggie as she looked over her Goth outfit.
“Oh, come on, Maggie.” explained Jennifer. “For starters, I know that you are a natural brunette, with the right clothes and makeup, you can be kinda cute looking if you try it.”
““Cute?”” quoted Maggie in her mind as a tingling feeling came over her face as it warmed up from excitement. “A ghost girl who I think is still hot thinks… I’m cute!?” Oh, wow.”
“Hey, want to know something else about some of the memories of yours that still lurks in my brain?” asked Maggie speaking to Jennifer again.
“What?” replied Jennifer as she watches Maggie take a light breath and started to sing;
““Circus life, under the big to world. We all need the clowns to make us smile. Through space and time, always another show. Wondering where I am, lost without you’. Know the song?” asked Maggie.
“’Faithfully’ by Journey.” claimed Jennifer proudly. “I still love the song, one of my favorites, even in the afterlife. Nice singing voice by the way, didn’t know you could sing like that.”
“Yeah, it has been playing in my head over and over for days.” explained Maggie as she pulled out her smartphone. “I had to download it just find out who actually played it and before I even met you I couldn’t sing for shit. Now…I sound awesome!”
“’Download’?” asked Jennifer as she glanced down at the smartphone with interest. “What’s that? Some kind of computer talk?”
“Ah, never mind.” replied Maggie as she forgot who she was talking to. “It’s ...complicated.”
“Well, you’re not the only one with a song stuck in your head that you never heard of before, try this;” said Jennifer as she next started singing. “’Lines that were broken are now the same. It feels so familiar like nothing has changed. I still remember, when were strangers I would believe I was walking in my sleep. We were strangers, when I believed I could wake up from this dream.’.”
“The Birthday Massacre”?” questioned Maggie in disbelief. “You really know the lyrics? But, that band has been around for a few years. You’ve been dead long before that band was ever conceived.”
“Is that who that is?” asked Jennifer as she takes off her Walkman radio cassette player from her belt to look at it. “Explains why I never heard of them. Which also explains why I couldn’t find them on my “Walkman” anywhere.”
“Uh yeah.” replied Maggie uncomfortably. “Kind of spooky too because the way your voice sounds at times as if it coming from someplace else. Very preternatural like.”
“Such as?” asked Jennifer as she leaned in closer to Maggie with interest.
“Like just now.” explained Maggie. “I don’t know how to describe it really. It just sounds like a normal voice would when you’re talking to me, but there are times your voice rolls in as if it’s on a… wave of some kind, perhaps?”
Jennifer is quite for a few seconds as if she was thinking deeply about something, then her face lights up before she speaks again.
“Oh, that.” she says. “It just happens to us ghosts who cross over to and from different dimensions often. We kinda leave a link between the rifts so we can find our way back safely. Places like the “Tunnel of Light”, “Necropolis” and of course the “Realm of the living” that I said about earlier. Don’t want to end up accidently in place for the dammed now, do we?”
“No.” Maggie says with a bit of a chill as she thinks not only what she seen these last few days meeting Jennifer, however, what she has seen herself shorty after getting her powers. “I would not what to ether.”
“What’s it like growing up as an only child?” asked Jennifer abruptly in which surprised Maggie at how Jennifer changed the subject again.
“Oh, ah…well…kind of lonely at times, even though I did spend a lot of times hanging out with my cousins. What’s it like growing up being the middle child with two brothers?”
“They fart a lot.” replied Jennifer bluntly until she cracked a smile and laughed. “It’s was great, both the good times and bad times. I still love them.”
“Hey?” cries out Maggie to Jennifer as she herself suddenly jumps in and they both ask each other the same question in unison.
“You too kept a copy of “Alice in Wonderland” hidden under your bed with several book markers through it, especially with the growth scenes?”
As they both asked each other simultaneously at the same time they both unintentionally reached out in reaction and grabbed each other’s hands contentedly.
Both girls were now astonished at what is happening between them, especially the ghostly Jennifer as she looks down at her own hands and sees that they were not materializing through Maggie’s own now as if they were solid themselves.
“Maggie?” asked Jennifer nervously as she pushed against the living girl’s own as they moved forward and back. “I really should not be able to do this. What’s happening to us?”
“I don’t know.” replied Maggie with wonderment as she looked on and then notice, she did not feel the cold from Jennifer’s hands anymore. “Maybe, we should talk to Tim?”