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What if it isn’t normal, and he does something to turn me back? I might consider him a distant friend but I don’t trust him for shit.
I’m not going to waste this opportunity. I’m real and I have no way of knowing how long it’s going to last.
The number one thing I’ve wanted to try is dancing with other people. There’s a night club around here and it’s calling my name. The same one Gary went to last night.
My time here means I know this city well, though I am used to cutting through buildings or fences so it might involve some trial and error to get there. I start walking back the way I came. Another ghost is going to have to deal with those teenagers today.
I spot a girl in a very sexy ghost costume taking a shortcut down the alleyway. Perfect. I might as well represent myself even if I’m a human right now.
I trail after her, thinking through all my options. I don’t want anything to happen to the costume, after all. I duck behind a black dumpster.
Using my ghost voice that echos everywhere and has a chilling undertone, I say, “Freeze. Who dares disturb me here?”
The girl in front of me stops immediately. She starts trembling, her gaze jumping around as she tries to locate the voice.
She’s only a foot in front of me so it’s easy to quickly step out of my hiding place without her seeing me. She takes a deep breath and only a small step before I wrap my arm around her throat from behind. I squeeze until she goes limp in my arms. I’m about to lower her to dirty ground when I realize I don’t want dirt stains on the outfit.
Looking around for something to lay her on, I see a flat cardboard box. I drag her over to it, pleasantly surprised to find out I’m muscular.
I strip her and put the clothes on myself. I don’t leave her vulnerable though, so I redress her in my own clothes.
Really, I’m doing her a favor; blond hair doesn’t suit the look.
I look down at myself. Something is missing, but what?
I need a splash of red. I look down at the girl but feel a twinge in my chest, I’ve already stolen her costume.
“You attention seeking bitch!” a female yells from the mouth of the alley.
I don’t respond and the girl she’s looking for is unconscious.
“Seriously! Mark made me come back for you, so where are you? I’m not looking for you longer than this, this is your last fucking chance!”
What a terrible friend. I don’t feel bad for what’s about to happen. She deserves a little pain.
I walk towards the entrance, looking for the friend. She hasn’t rounded the corner yet, giving me the element of surprise.
She peeks down the alley and I snatch her, dragging her further into the dark.
When we are sufficiently covered by shadows, I slash the tiny blonde. I keep my cuts shallow, getting the result I want without killing her. The slices swell, getting red as wet blood drips from them.
Her clothes absorb the blood, combining with the fake red she had decorated herself with.
I make sure not to hit something vital. Just small slices to access her blood. I don’t need a ghost coming after me for this.
I finish up, then strut to the bar, showing off how incredible I look in my brand-new costume. Some guys even check me out and since no one has ever noticed me before, it’s a real confidence boost.
When I get to the club, I notice a long line out the front and a bouncer checking identification. Obviously, I don’t have any of that, so I’ll have to find another way inside. Nothing as small as a bouncer is going to stop my night.
I circle around the back of the club, looking for a back entrance. Finally, I spot one. A steel door blocks my way inside.
I tug on the handle but it doesn’t open. I pull harder, but nothing. I never had to worry about getting into places before. I could just walk through walls.
That’s it! If I was able to use my ghost voice, why couldn’t I do that?
I focus on going incorporeal and watch as my skin gets more shimmery. Fuck yes! I love being alive but maintaining my powers. I press forward through the door and sail right past it. Once inside, I seek an empty space to reappear. As much as I want to scare someone by just showing up, I don’t want too much attention on me. I want to stay. I’m so grateful to the universe for giving me this opportunity.
The bathroom is mercifully empty, so I push my energy into becoming real. When I feel the ground beneath my feet, I know I’ve done it. A huge smile stretches my face as I stare in the mirror. I look amazing in my new costume.
