Chapter Three
THE TRUE MYSTERY IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED IN YOUR LIFE BUT WHAY HAPPENED AFTER DEATH. ARE YOU STILL ALIVE, DO YOU TRANSFER INTO A NEW BODY, OR WHAT? -EMMA
Sophie didn't arrive home until late that evening. That was so like her. She was such a party girl that she assumed that she could show up whenever she pleased. I was getting tired of that. I really needed her today but she was too busy having fun and being social. I had spent the rest of the day painting a new canvas of a stormy day with wind, rain, and lightening. It turned out beautiful.
Sophie came into the basement with her party clothes still on. The only difference between us is that when she wore makeup and curled her short black hair then she would look a lot older. It irked me that whenever I applied makeup it only made me look foolish and younger. She stumbled inside with her purple heels on and purple halter dress. She looked almost 15 even though she was just 13. "Hey sis, did you have fun without me today? Oh and I am so sorry I forgot about our adventure trip today."
"It is okay," I assured her.
"I had a awesome time with Madison and Lulu. After Madison invited me to her birthday party, we then went bowling and there was a bunch of cute guys there. I got almost all of their cell phone numbers," bragged Sophie. I could care less. Since she was my sister I continued to listen to the boring details about her day. "I asked Madison if I could invite you to the next get together and she was like yeah. So do you want to come with us tomorrow?"
This caught me off guard. None of Sophie's friends liked it when I tagged along with Sophie to one of their parties. Back in Atlanta, Sophie was the popular one while I was the girl who hid in the shadows. No one knew we were twins. They thought it was a coincidence that we looked similar. "Uh sure, I'll come. I have something more important to talk to you about."
"Okay, tell me," she said. I took a break from my painting and sat on the couch that was available in the basement.
"I saw Emma in the forest this morning." I waited for her reaction but whatever she was feeling she didn't show it on her face. "To make a long story short she said that we must help her rescue Erica from this evil ghost villain in her world."
She laughed. "Oh my god Zoe, do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? We all know that ghost don't exist. Please in the future try not to waste my time with this. Emma and Erica were just our imaginary friends." Sophie shook her head and strolled out the door. I sat there astonished that she denied everything I said.
'Help her see the way,' demanded the voice of Emma. 'We must begin the plan now if I want to save my sister and if you want to keep yours from dying.' I was sounding a bit insane with this ghost mess. Sophie was right. I should stop worrying about this and try to be normal. 'You are not normal. You have the gift of sight so use it!'
After I finished my painting, I left the attic to go look for Sophie. I wanted to apologize. She was so right. I shouldn't be believing in ghost and all of that nonsense. I might end up in the looney bin if I continued believing in that. I found her in her room. The door was creeped up a bit and just when I was about to go inside to talk I her, I heard noises. Sophie sat on her bed while facing the wall. It seemed like she was in a trance or something similar to that. I had to ease closer to hear the conversation.
"I did what you asked," Sophie said. "She believes it."
'I told you she would,' answered a raspy voice. I couldn't see the thing that said that. 'Now that you fooled her, I want you to get that ghost friend of yours. She is nothing but trouble. She plans to rescue her sister by using your sister. We don't want that. Your ghost friend, Emma is merely using your sister Zoe. She will most likely kill Zoe when he finds Erica in my court. We don't want that right?'
"We don't," she replied. "But why do you have Erica in your court?"
'That is none of your humanly business. Let's just say that Erica has done some illegal things.' There was a short pause. 'There is someone at the door.' I panicked and raced down the stairs to the library and hid there.
This library was here when dad went to go look at the house. He said it had a wide variety of books. It was like something he never had seen before. There were books on every topic known to man. I am a total bookworm so this is my heaven. I locked the door and the back door of the library. Today I was going to start doing some research. If I was going to get tangled within this ghost mess, then the least I could do is to learn some more about these transparent creatures.
I looked up ghost myths on the computer. I thought that would help and it did. I got about 2,493 results. I clicked on the first one and a website popped up. The top was titled Ghost Are Real And I Can See One. It read:
THERE ARE SOME NONBELIEVERS IN THIS WORLD. I AM A TOTAL BELIEVER BECAUSE I CAN SEE GHOST. YOU CAN SAY THAT I AM LYING BUT I AM NOT. I CAN SEE THE GHOST OF MY GRANDMA. THIS IS NOT A CAUSE OF GRIEF AND THIS IS NOT A HALLUCINATION. I CAN TELL WHEN I AM HALLUCINATING. I AM WHAT THEY CALL A CLAIRVOYANT BECAUSE I CAN SEE GHOST, I SEE MY DEAD GRANDMOTHER. BUT FOR RIGHT NOW I DO NOT FEEL SAFE. IT IS THIS FEELING WHENEVER A GHOST IS AROUND THAT MAKES ME SO UNEASY.
There some were some more links so I clicked those for more information. They were all by the same guy.
I HAVE LEARNED SO MUCH SINCE MY FIRST POST. FOR ONE I KNOW THAT TWINS THAT ARE CLAIRVOYANT, CLAIRAUDIENT, OR EVEN CLAIRVOYANCE USUALLY HAVE TELEPATHY POWERS. THAT CONCLUSION TOOK ME A MONTHS WORTH OF RESEARCH.
DEFINE TELEPATHY: communication from one mind to another using extra sensory.
IT ONLY MAKES SENSE BECAUSE TWINS SHARE VERY SIMILAR FEATURES. THEIR TRAITS MAY BE DIFFERENT BUT THEIR FEATURES ARE NOT.
There was one more link I had to look at before I would have to give up. I had a good feeling about this one.
THIS WILL BE MY LAST POST. I WILL BE TRAVELING THE WORLD FROM NOW ON BECAUSE OF MY LATEST DISCOVERY. MOST GHOST WANT TO TRANSFER UNTIL THE NEXT REALM. THEY ARE STUCK IN BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL BECAUSE THEY HAVE WHAT I CALL "unfinished business". WHEN THEY HAVE THIS BUSINESS THEY MUST COMPLETE IT BEFORE THEY COULD GO TO THE NEXT REALM. IF YOU HAVE THE POWER TO SEE GHOST YOU MUST BECOME A MEDIATOR FOR THEM. BE THEIR VOICE AND HELP THEM TRANSFER TO THE NEXT REALM. THAT IS NOW MY LIFE'S MISSION. I WILL ALSO BE WRITING FICTION NOVELS ON THIS. NONFICTION NOVELS WOULD MAKE EVERYONE GO CRAZY. FIND OUT THE UNFINISHED BUSINESS AND HELP THEM.
It had to be a sign. A sign that said that I should help Emma find Erica and help them transfer into Heaven or Hell. This could be the only way to prevent Sophie's death and even help stop The One, whoever that is.
A thunderous bang came from the library door. I had a feeling that it was Sophie and hopefully not with her guest. "I know you're in there," shouted Sophie. There was some scrambling with the keys and a click when she unlocked the door. She burst inside with her black hair everywhere and her daring brown eyes gleaming. "Were you spying in me earlier? Then you had the gall to smash up my phone!"
"I promise you that I did not smash your phone," I reassured her. "And why would I spy on you. I trust you."
"Yeah right!" she laughed. "I know it was you who smashed my phone. No one else knows that I like to keep my phone under the sofa mattress. How could you." she stormed out he door and up the stairs. I could even hear the faint slamming of her bedroom door. My sister, the dramatic one.
THE TRUE MYSTERY IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED IN YOUR LIFE BUT WHAY HAPPENED AFTER DEATH. ARE YOU STILL ALIVE, DO YOU TRANSFER INTO A NEW BODY, OR WHAT? -EMMA
Sophie didn't arrive home until late that evening. That was so like her. She was such a party girl that she assumed that she could show up whenever she pleased. I was getting tired of that. I really needed her today but she was too busy having fun and being social. I had spent the rest of the day painting a new canvas of a stormy day with wind, rain, and lightening. It turned out beautiful.
Sophie came into the basement with her party clothes still on. The only difference between us is that when she wore makeup and curled her short black hair then she would look a lot older. It irked me that whenever I applied makeup it only made me look foolish and younger. She stumbled inside with her purple heels on and purple halter dress. She looked almost 15 even though she was just 13. "Hey sis, did you have fun without me today? Oh and I am so sorry I forgot about our adventure trip today."
"It is okay," I assured her.
"I had a awesome time with Madison and Lulu. After Madison invited me to her birthday party, we then went bowling and there was a bunch of cute guys there. I got almost all of their cell phone numbers," bragged Sophie. I could care less. Since she was my sister I continued to listen to the boring details about her day. "I asked Madison if I could invite you to the next get together and she was like yeah. So do you want to come with us tomorrow?"
This caught me off guard. None of Sophie's friends liked it when I tagged along with Sophie to one of their parties. Back in Atlanta, Sophie was the popular one while I was the girl who hid in the shadows. No one knew we were twins. They thought it was a coincidence that we looked similar. "Uh sure, I'll come. I have something more important to talk to you about."
"Okay, tell me," she said. I took a break from my painting and sat on the couch that was available in the basement.
"I saw Emma in the forest this morning." I waited for her reaction but whatever she was feeling she didn't show it on her face. "To make a long story short she said that we must help her rescue Erica from this evil ghost villain in her world."
She laughed. "Oh my god Zoe, do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? We all know that ghost don't exist. Please in the future try not to waste my time with this. Emma and Erica were just our imaginary friends." Sophie shook her head and strolled out the door. I sat there astonished that she denied everything I said.
'Help her see the way,' demanded the voice of Emma. 'We must begin the plan now if I want to save my sister and if you want to keep yours from dying.' I was sounding a bit insane with this ghost mess. Sophie was right. I should stop worrying about this and try to be normal. 'You are not normal. You have the gift of sight so use it!'
After I finished my painting, I left the attic to go look for Sophie. I wanted to apologize. She was so right. I shouldn't be believing in ghost and all of that nonsense. I might end up in the looney bin if I continued believing in that. I found her in her room. The door was creeped up a bit and just when I was about to go inside to talk I her, I heard noises. Sophie sat on her bed while facing the wall. It seemed like she was in a trance or something similar to that. I had to ease closer to hear the conversation.
"I did what you asked," Sophie said. "She believes it."
'I told you she would,' answered a raspy voice. I couldn't see the thing that said that. 'Now that you fooled her, I want you to get that ghost friend of yours. She is nothing but trouble. She plans to rescue her sister by using your sister. We don't want that. Your ghost friend, Emma is merely using your sister Zoe. She will most likely kill Zoe when he finds Erica in my court. We don't want that right?'
"We don't," she replied. "But why do you have Erica in your court?"
'That is none of your humanly business. Let's just say that Erica has done some illegal things.' There was a short pause. 'There is someone at the door.' I panicked and raced down the stairs to the library and hid there.
This library was here when dad went to go look at the house. He said it had a wide variety of books. It was like something he never had seen before. There were books on every topic known to man. I am a total bookworm so this is my heaven. I locked the door and the back door of the library. Today I was going to start doing some research. If I was going to get tangled within this ghost mess, then the least I could do is to learn some more about these transparent creatures.
I looked up ghost myths on the computer. I thought that would help and it did. I got about 2,493 results. I clicked on the first one and a website popped up. The top was titled Ghost Are Real And I Can See One. It read:
THERE ARE SOME NONBELIEVERS IN THIS WORLD. I AM A TOTAL BELIEVER BECAUSE I CAN SEE GHOST. YOU CAN SAY THAT I AM LYING BUT I AM NOT. I CAN SEE THE GHOST OF MY GRANDMA. THIS IS NOT A CAUSE OF GRIEF AND THIS IS NOT A HALLUCINATION. I CAN TELL WHEN I AM HALLUCINATING. I AM WHAT THEY CALL A CLAIRVOYANT BECAUSE I CAN SEE GHOST, I SEE MY DEAD GRANDMOTHER. BUT FOR RIGHT NOW I DO NOT FEEL SAFE. IT IS THIS FEELING WHENEVER A GHOST IS AROUND THAT MAKES ME SO UNEASY.
There some were some more links so I clicked those for more information. They were all by the same guy.
I HAVE LEARNED SO MUCH SINCE MY FIRST POST. FOR ONE I KNOW THAT TWINS THAT ARE CLAIRVOYANT, CLAIRAUDIENT, OR EVEN CLAIRVOYANCE USUALLY HAVE TELEPATHY POWERS. THAT CONCLUSION TOOK ME A MONTHS WORTH OF RESEARCH.
DEFINE TELEPATHY: communication from one mind to another using extra sensory.
IT ONLY MAKES SENSE BECAUSE TWINS SHARE VERY SIMILAR FEATURES. THEIR TRAITS MAY BE DIFFERENT BUT THEIR FEATURES ARE NOT.
There was one more link I had to look at before I would have to give up. I had a good feeling about this one.
THIS WILL BE MY LAST POST. I WILL BE TRAVELING THE WORLD FROM NOW ON BECAUSE OF MY LATEST DISCOVERY. MOST GHOST WANT TO TRANSFER UNTIL THE NEXT REALM. THEY ARE STUCK IN BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL BECAUSE THEY HAVE WHAT I CALL "unfinished business". WHEN THEY HAVE THIS BUSINESS THEY MUST COMPLETE IT BEFORE THEY COULD GO TO THE NEXT REALM. IF YOU HAVE THE POWER TO SEE GHOST YOU MUST BECOME A MEDIATOR FOR THEM. BE THEIR VOICE AND HELP THEM TRANSFER TO THE NEXT REALM. THAT IS NOW MY LIFE'S MISSION. I WILL ALSO BE WRITING FICTION NOVELS ON THIS. NONFICTION NOVELS WOULD MAKE EVERYONE GO CRAZY. FIND OUT THE UNFINISHED BUSINESS AND HELP THEM.
It had to be a sign. A sign that said that I should help Emma find Erica and help them transfer into Heaven or Hell. This could be the only way to prevent Sophie's death and even help stop The One, whoever that is.
A thunderous bang came from the library door. I had a feeling that it was Sophie and hopefully not with her guest. "I know you're in there," shouted Sophie. There was some scrambling with the keys and a click when she unlocked the door. She burst inside with her black hair everywhere and her daring brown eyes gleaming. "Were you spying in me earlier? Then you had the gall to smash up my phone!"
"I promise you that I did not smash your phone," I reassured her. "And why would I spy on you. I trust you."
"Yeah right!" she laughed. "I know it was you who smashed my phone. No one else knows that I like to keep my phone under the sofa mattress. How could you." she stormed out he door and up the stairs. I could even hear the faint slamming of her bedroom door. My sister, the dramatic one.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me by my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me by my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
No matter how much you wish for more it happens like the hour glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test by our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test by our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to swallow me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that you will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. Next time, I invite you to join with us on our battle. And it will be even more life-consuming, if you know what that means.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.