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thought it was weird that I talk to the dead but that's almost in the normal category now.
What's weird now is that I'm seeing the people I talk to. Not ghosts - not those translucent,
chain and sheet creatures fame-seekers invented - but solid, tangible people. They just
happen to be dead.
Perhaps this was the natural next step for me. I don't understand what is happening
to me, and I'm trying to just let it go, but I can't stop wanting to know. Scientists do that.
They have to analyse and experiment things to breaking point, and prove them and
understand them before they can allow themselves to believe in anything. Until you can
touch it, and see and hear and understand it, it isn't real. Three out of four. I wish I could
be one of those people who can just put their faith in something because they want to, but
that's just not me.
But I believe in my ability to reach the other side, and that's enough for me. It's not
my problem if other people won't listen.
What if all this is a dream, or some elaborate drug-induced fantasy - I mean they
called me a crazy and tried to put me in a psychiatric hospital. I could be there now, just in
this trance I can't get out of because I won't let go of my power. If I am in a trance, I'd like
to stay there because it makes me special. But I can't be imagining voices and ghosts, can I?

Girl

It's against the rules for us to return to the mortal plane and allow the living to see
us. That's why most people who claim to see ghosts only see that see-through version of
the person. We're not malicious, usually. We don't tell people they can't live in a house or
scare them for the fun of it. No, the ones who follow the rules only get their own back on
the people who wronged them. But, the ones who don't do anything get a reward.
I didn't try to cross over at all and now I get the reward I wanted. Part of me, deep
in my brain, knows that whoever did me wrong in life will get theirs in the end. So I didn't
need to do bad things to anyone, but I did want some people to see me - to get closure. I
held back though, because I always knew I'd get something good.
And I did. I could feel the dirt under my feet and the rock cliffs behind me. I was
real. corporeal. I wasn't a phantom, or a spirit, I didn't drift around. There was this sound
behind me, so I turned round and suddenly I was in a cave. I was miles away from where I
had been a second ago but it didn't matter. There was a man crouched in the corner of the
cave scratching symbols on the wall with another rock. He was dirty and I couldn't tell how
old he was, only that he should have died hundreds of thousands of years ago.

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