When Love Hurts and Ghosts Linger (5 page)

I looked at Amy’s ghost that was hovering next to the scared woman, this woman was about to be stabbed or god knows what so I looked at Amy and mouthed to her to help her. 

Now I know she could do something as she pinched me and I felt it, as I did encourage Amy’s angry ghost to help, she pushed him with force causing him to fall backwards and the knife flew out of his hand and landed right by the desk, I thought to myself then 
'nice one Amy!'

“WHO WAS THAT” he shouted.

I could hear the slight worry in voice but it was mixed with too much anger, I couldn’t see him, I stayed still under the desk trying to control my breathing so he couldn’t hear me, this domineering psychotic man was about to lose his shit and his bloody knife was right by me. Paper in the room began flying about in the air, the chairs started moving and the light began to flicker on and off, this man was becoming more scared by the second. 

He leant down to grab the knife and that’s when the fucker saw me. He grabbed me from under the desk and dragged me out holding the knife to my throat. Now I was only trying to help these two people and now some psycho was holding a knife to my throat, I couldn’t think or speak; I just hoped that I would live through this.

“Who the fuck are you bitch” his voice was low and callous.

I could see Amy, she tried to inflict pain on him but it didn’t work, the most she could manage was a slight pinch which made him jolt and he slightly cut me, lucky it was only skin on my neck where he had moved quickly and it didn’t go any deeper. 

“Will you be careful he has a knife to my throat….” I blurted out without thinking.

“Who the fuck are you talking to” he gripped me tighter, I could feel the blade pressing into my throat.

I stayed silent not wanting to respond, I was too scared that this knife was going to slice me open, he was going to kill me and this poor woman tied up, time had stopped, it felt like a lifetime, I felt as if I was in this mad man’s clutches for hours, things were flying all over the room, Amy tried her best to freak him out but he grabbed me tighter and held the knife firmly against my throat, I dared swallow in-case the knife cut me, my heart was beating so fast, in that moment I thought that was it.

Suddenly please barged through the door, yes, they heard everything as my phone was still on hidden in my bra, thank god for that bright idea! 

They stormed into the secret room and saw Mr Clobber holding a knife to my throat, a fucked up room with shit everywhere and a woman chained up, thankfully everything had fallen to the floor by the time they came in, Amy had stopped her ghostly crap when they barged in, paper, lamps and god knows what all over the floor. 

He dropped the knife and tried to protest some innocence, honestly some men are thick because did he honestly think he was going to get out of this one? He had a knife to my throat and a woman chained up in house yet he had the nerve to stand there and try and claim he was innocent, I mean really?

Behind the police officers was the woman I saw him kiss in the garden, she was his wife after-all and she was horrified by what she saw, you could see it in her eyes that she genuinely had no idea what type of man he was or that he had this secret room.

The police carted him away and took me and the woman outside to be checked over. Then they wanted to take statements from both of us, how the fuck was I going to explain why I was there?

 I told the policeman I had gone there to see if Amy’s stuff was lying around and explained I got in with the key she gave me, I pretended to be her relative. I stated I heard someone crying and pushed on the wall following the sounds and that’s how I found the woman, the rest was pretty self-explanatory.

I was being checked, this woman who had been chained and gagged thanked and hugged me for saving her, she had been raped and beaten by this man, he had kept her blindfolded so she couldn’t see her attacker, sick!

I looked up and saw Amy’s ghost, it changed from a grey/blue appearance to a white peaceful one, her husband was a psychopath and had killed so many women, she wouldn’t have rested until he was caught, now that was done she was able to move on. She gave me a smile as if to say thank you and she disappeared. 

I felt happy knowing I had managed to help her and save another woman from this dangerous man. I felt something inside, like peace and warmth; I guess at that point in my life it felt good to help someone in need, even if they were dead, I would go on to help another but something more evil was coming for me and I didn't know this back then or the place I would be taken to in order to fight for my life.

I was now eighteen and since saving Amy that night things seemed to be going well. I had started to date Jay a few weeks after that, the guy from the college and he was seemingly perfect, I was still wary though and had this huge secret over my head, it did cause arguments at times as he felt I was hiding something but I didn't want to tell him and sound completely mental. 

I got a job working part-time in a department store and as nice as things were for me then, still the ghosts kept on coming. Sometimes though like I said before, they didn’t need my help, they just appeared to want to chat to me or were just floating around as if still going about their day to day routines and this I never understood, why had these ghosts not moved on yet? It was very strange.

After all these years I decided I was going to go and see a psychic and see if they were able to help me understand why I had this gift and why these ghosts seemed to seek me out. My mother and father never had such gift so I never could quite understand completely why I did.

One night Jay and I were sat in his bedroom watching a film. I knew that in the past year he had seen me talk to myself or disappear without warning and I knew he had questions in his head but he never said anything about it, we just normally argued about me keeping secrets.

He always had that sort of puzzled look on his face or dazed look in his eyes that said he had something on his mind, I would literally be like 
‘uhh got to go’
 and wouldn’t tell him why nor nothing, I’m surprised he even stayed with me. 

I didn’t have any friends at that point because I just didn’t have the time to bond with them, if I wasn’t with Jay I’d have no-one, except my parents.

“Do you think I’m weird?” there it was, word vomit, without thinking it just popped out.

“Yes but that’s why I like you” he smiled at me.

“Don’t you ever wonder why I do all those things; talk when no-ones there or suddenly rush off?” I asked him checking his reaction.

“Yes but I figured you’d tell me when you was ready, even though it bugs the hell out of me and we argue sometimes” his tone was calm as he moved the hair from my eyes.

I looked towards the TV at that moment and saw a boy sat on the edge of the bed “Well I’m ready now….” I told him as I sat up.

He looked at me intensively and I knew he wanted to know what was going on with me. 

“What I’m about to tell you may sound crazy and I understand at any point if you want to leave” I told him.

He looked at me confused, like I was being stupid, as if to say 
'why would I leave?'
 But I was so sure in my head that after I had told him he would want me gone or run out that house himself thinking he was with a crazy person.

I took a deep breath “Ok….here it goes….I can see ghosts, speak to them, wherever I go one always appears and sometimes I go help them.”

He looked at me eyes wide open, eyebrows raised in disbelief “Really?” 

I tutted “I knew you wouldn’t believe me if I told you so instead I will show you, well, kind of….” I shuffled on the bed “right now there is a little boy sitting at the bottom of your bed, he has blonde hair and blue eyes, give or take he is about two or three years old, he’s giggling because he thinks bouncing up and down on the bed is funny when it’s not because I’m the only one who can feel it and you can’t, he’s pointing at the necklace around your neck because he is wearing the same one too, he has blue jeans on and a checked shirt, underneath that is a scar across his chest, but he seems happy….”

I turned and looked at Jay who went as pale as a ghost and seemed to be frozen on the spot.

“What is it?” I asked him as his face looked horrified.

He cleared his throat, his voice hoarse “that boy you described, well the one you said you can see is my nephew, he’s buried with a necklace like this that I gave him the day he died in hospital, he was two, the scar you described is where they cut him open to complete the heart surgery but it failed, he used to sit on the bottom of my bed when he was alive and bounce with me as we watched TV.”

Wow, that certainly did put a lump in my throat when I saw tears well up in his eyes. I had described to him his dead nephew I had never met nor heard about, I could see he believed me but I wasn’t sure if at that moment he was going to run out the door screaming or stay. Thankfully he did choose to stay with me, lying there in his arms we spoke in detail of my gift and how I was planning to seek help, he promised he would be with me every step of the way. 

Now this certainly felt like a fairy tale, a strong man who had come to save me and be by my side to protect me always. My god I was extremely stupid back then because that’s not what would happen at all, and it turned out he wouldn’t leave me like the others but something was going to take him away from me, not that he would hurt me and leave of his own accord, I just didn’t know at that point.

We had been dating over a year since I had told him my secret and things were going really well. We spoke on the phone every night when we were not seeing each-other and if we were with each-other then it was like his whole world revolved around me. 

Not in the clingy or needy kind of way but in a way that made you feel like there was no-one else but the both of you. It was nice and I’m sure other girls had, had the same feeling. 

I had been out shopping in town buying a new outfit for a night out, now I had been in town all day long, in and out of shops because I had a specific outfit in mind and I couldn’t bloody find it, typical girl aye.

 It was around six in the evening before I started to head home and my bloody feet were killing me. Sat on the train on the way to Jay’s house it felt like the longest journey ever. I was staring out of the window watching things go by when I felt the temperature drop and the windows frosted up like an ice-cold freezer in a supermarket. 
‘No not now I’m not in the mood’
 I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and hoped it would go away, but it didn’t. 

I got up from my seat, train passengers sat there in their seats, reading their books, listening to their iPods blissfully unaware there was a frigging ghost on the god damn train. 

I walked slowly down the carriage carrying my items to try and move away but as I entered the second carriage the temperature become so cold it was painful, like I was in the ice-cold sea and needles were piercing my body. I began to shiver and I could see people staring at me like 
‘why the fuck is she shivering’
 or 
‘she’s acting a bit weird.’ 

Great, just great, that’s all I needed was people noticing how strange I was. I looked up and I could see red eyes glaring at me. These eyes seemed cold, evil and scary. This was no ordinary ghost I had ever seen before; this ghost was sinister and frightening. 

I didn’t say anything; I didn’t want these people on the train looking or watching me talk to myself so I kept quiet but this ghost kept eye contact and started walking towards me slowly. 

From behind it looked like he was pulling some sort of cloak, the scary thing about that was through the window reflection you could see that this cloak was attached to hooks that were under his skin in his back, it looked painful. I started to step backwards, I had forgotten at this point I was on the train.

“I am coming for you” he said.

It wasn't shouting but his voice echoed through my body and before I could speak his arm launched at me sending me flying down the train carriage way. 

My back smacked in to the sliding doors that joined the two trains. The lights went off and I heard people gasp and moan, this was nothing unusual on these crappy trains but all I could think about was this bloody ghost. 

I felt something around my neck, I couldn’t breathe, it was so tight, I was lifted off the floor and in the darkness I saw those red evil eyes.

“You will not take them away from me, their souls belong with me, I will have what I need from you” his voice echoed in the darkness.

“I don’t know what or who they are” I strained as his hands gripped my throat.

“You will never beat me and I will have you too” his cruel monstrous voice roared at me.

Then he suddenly let go of me which made me crash down onto the floor all a mess and then the lights came back on again. 

I looked up to see the passengers on the train all staring at me, I was gasping for air trying to breathe normally again as the train came to a stop, I wasn’t sure if they heard me choking, talking or the bang I made as I fell to the floor but I got up and left the train as quick as I could when the doors opened. 

I got off one stop early, I didn’t want to be seen as a freak and I definitely didn’t want to remain on the train with some psycho ghost. I had no idea what the fuck he was on about, I hadn’t taken anyone away from him, I didn't plan to either, the only ones I had helped were those who had not yet moved on because they had something to do before they did, they sought me out not the other way round, but I didn’t intentionally steal anyone and even if I did how the fuck was I supposed to know? 

Also he said he would have what he needs from me, I didn't have anything to give him, this thing would be the reason I had to fight for my life and that of another, I had no idea at that point though. I walked back to Jay’s which was a fair distance away trying to work out what had just happened to me.