Talking to Ghosts

Ghost's seem to be a common feature in my dreams lately. I'm not 100% sure what it means but lets face it, it makes for a hell of a good story.

16th September, 2011: Talking to ghosts.

I was standing in a large room filled with people. The room was dark and I could make out the stench of stale beer soaked into the small patch of carpet I was standing on. The music played lightly and I noticed the occasional flash of coloured light move across the room. The girl next to me was dressed in a red dress, very low cut and she seemed to be dancing to the music. She smiled and said to me "isn't this place great?". "Be better with a few drinks" I said as the line slowly moved forward. The guy next to me smiled and leaned over to talk to me. We had a brief conversation before the lined moved again. I told him to have a good night and continued up towards the bar. I continued to chat to the girl in red about what the night had install for both of us. I finally reached the bar and placed my clutch on there. I smiled at the guy standing behind the bar with the dark hair. He gave me a grin and turned to grab a couple of drinks. The girl in red turned to me and asked me who I was talking to. I told her I was just ordering our drinks. She gave me a strange look and rolled her eyes, pointing out the bartenders at the end of the row serving other customers. The guy from before was next to me and he smiled as if he knew something I didn't. One of the bartenders from the other end came up to take my order. I told him the other guy had already taken my order and he assured me that he was the only bartender on call that night. Strange I thought as I placed my order again. I could see the other guy standing by the door way leading into the kitchen. I pointed him out to the girl in red and told her that was the guy who took my order. She scoffed and told me there was no one there. The guy next to me told me he could see her. I turned around and told her that even the guy next to me could see her. She looked over my shoulder and said there was no one there. The guy next to me began screaming at the bartender as he put our drinks on the table and I handed him some cash. It was only then did I realise that no one else around could hear the guy, or see him, despite his constant screaming which somehow rose over the music in the background. I turned to the bartender and started repeating some of the words the guy was saying. He looked at me with a scared look on his face and mumbled that he had to go before turning to one of the girls to request she take over his shift. The girl in red took her drink and looked at me, explaining she wasn't going to deal with this and she'd see me later. She took off into the crowd and disappeared into a sea of people.

I sighed and picked up my drink. I noticed a notebook on the table covered in images. I walked back to where the tables were and ran into two guys. One of them had brown hair and blue eyes and the other one was a darker guy. The motioned to the spare seat at the table and I flopped down next to them, putting my drink down. The guy with the brown hair smiled and asked how the night was and where the girl in the red dress was. I rolled my eyes and told him she had taken off somewhere, and he laughed saying he wasn't surprised. The other guy took the notebook off me and dropped it under the table saying that he didn't want anyone else to get their hands on our song lyrics. I asked why they were even there, and he just told me they kept showing up for no reason. I picked up my vodka lemon-lime and took a drink from the straw. The two boys raised their glasses and we toasted to a night we wouldn't remember. We each took a long drink and then it went dark.

I woke up the next day in a dark room lying on a bed with the half the sheets on the floor. I looked up to see a small stream of light poking through thick dark curtains. I got up, a dry taste in my mouth and walked over to the curtain. The room smelled of stale alcohol and unwashed sheets. I pulled the curtains open and tried to open the window. The window didn't budge and I noticed the last rays of light disappear over the horizons. I picked up my dress from the night before and wondered how I ended up in the shorts I was sitting in. The boy with the brown hair got up from the floor, groaning loudly and complaining about how uncomfortable the ground was. I rolled my eyes and threw him over a t-shirt which was lying on the ground next to me. The door open and the girl in the red dress came in. She gave a laugh and asked if we had a big night. I asked her where she disappeared off to and she gave me a grin and headed over to the phone to order a pizza. I felt like I was starving, but I wasn't hungry for food. I was hungry for something else. Unable to comprehend it, I sat back down on the bed, nursing a killer headache. The guy with the brown hair got up and sat on the bed next to me. He got up and pulled the notebook out from under a sheet. I asked him where the other guy was and he just shrugged. I heard a thump at the door. The girl that was in the red dressed looked at me and said "don't open that". I rolled my eyes, knowing she was probably in some trouble I had to bail her out of. The brown haired guy came up behind me as I opened the door. The other guy stood there and behind him was the pizza delivery boy. "It's your pizza" the guy with the brown hair said. I asked the other guy where he had been and the pizza guy looked at me strangely. I told him to get out of the way I was talking to someone else. The pizza boy walked into the room and put the pizza boy. I stood in the door way with the other guy asking him why he wouldn't come in. It was only then that I noticed how pale the boy looked, how his skin seemed almost white and why he had red paint on his shirt. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He pointed behind me to the girl in red. I looked at her and a strange look crossed over her face. She turned her gaze to the pizza boy and smiled sweetly at him. The pizza boy seemed slightly in awe as she ran her finger tips over his shoulders. The guy in the brown hair, picked up two slices of pizza and walked over to me, handing me a piece he put his arm around my waist and lead me outside telling me "guess its time we left" He closed the door behind me gently. I asked him what was going on. He looked at me as if to say "don't you know?" Muffled screaming came from the room. I turned to go back in but he held me back. He whispered into my ear, "you know how it goes, she makes the mess, we clean it up. What's wrong with you?" I asked him about seeing the dead and he smiled, he told me that's how it was now. He cleaned up the physical mess, I cleaned up the rest. It's part of being us, he said flashing me a smile. I noticed his eyes change colour from black through to blue, to green then to grey and then a tinge of orange. I looked into the glass of the picture that was hanging in the hallway. I could just make out my reflection and I could see my eyes changing colours as well. Then I woke up.