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“How does the place feel, though?” she asked, more serious now. I turned the camera back around as I flopped down on the couch.
Astrid was studying me, her hot-pink hair swinging in front of her face. She had on her usual dark makeup and grinned when she saw me staring.
“You like the new pink?” She posed a few different ways before we were both laughing.
“It suits you,” I said. Then again, every color I’d seen her wear suited her. Astrid was just gorgeous.
It was nice to talk to a friend. It had been a while since we had one of our chats. She’d started her own kitchen vlog, which was going amazing, but between both of us, it was hard to find time like this.
“Something is definitely off here,” I finally answered her original question. “But I don’t feel like all of it’s bad, if that makes sense. There’s so much history here in these walls. I don’t think that every ghost we’re going to encounter is going to be the scary kind.”
“Well, that’s a nice change,” she said with a dark laugh. “A lot better than that terrible amusement park. It’s ruined me for theme parks for life.”
“No children yet either,” I tacked on. We both shuddered at that before laughing.
I fell silent as I thought about the ghost I’d seen earlier. She studied me for a second before narrowing her eyes. “So, what’s wrong? There’s something off about you.”
We’d talked a few times about my abilities and what I could do, and they always speculated that I could manage even more if I tapped into the right energies. I’d always marked it off as me being a little sensitive to the supernatural.
They weren’t convinced.
I guess they were right in the end. Here I was seeing and hearing the dead without any real effort.
And that terrified me.
“Yesterday when I was setting up in the den, I saw a ghost, Astrid. She didn’t notice me or react at all. She was fairly solid, transparent but opaque enough that I could make out her features, her dark dress, and her painted nails.”
Astrid’s eyes and smile both widened.
“Brea, that’s amazing! That means that you’re really opening up your third eye. I think you would see even more if you gave yourself a chance. You like to hold yourself back, and I don’t blame you. You’ve seen some scary shit. But if you opened it even further and learned how to keep some boundaries in place, the possibilities are endless.”
“I don’t know if Ilikethe possibilities,” I muttered. “I feel like I’ve just been scared ever since the mines.”
“You’re strong, Brea. You made it out of that place alive. You did what you had to do to protect you and your men. That’s how you kept your life. You’re safe now. It’s okay to embrace what you can do. We’ve taught you how to keep your walls up, how to not let anything negative get past. You’re ready for this.”
“How do I open up?” I questioned. The pride on her face had my cheeks flushing, the warmth creeping up from my neck. Being a redhead meant that my emotions were always on display like that.
“Don’t be embarrassed, girl, this is amazing. I’m so fucking proud of you for giving it a shot.”
“Ugh, stop,” I groaned, hiding my face.
“Okay, okay,” she conceded. “Honestly, I would start with meditating. There’s a difference between psychic walls and mental blocks and once you figure that out, it’ll become second nature. I think you’ll be surprised how quickly the ghosts come to you once you’ve got the walls down. Be open to the spirits, really listen.”
“Sounds complicated,” I groaned.
“No, don’t worry. Think of it like a filter. You let in some things but keep yourself protected. Right now, you’re blocking them out completely. They can’t talk to you if you don’t let them. I bet you the ghosts here have way more stories than those locals.”
“I’ll try that,” I promised. She paused when someone came in the room and nodded before turning back to me. “I’ve got to go, but I can’t wait to talk to you later. Give it a try.”
She blew me a kiss and ended the call before I could even utter a goodbye.
“Okay, Brea, you can do this,” I muttered to myself.
She was right, though. I was blocking myself. It was the only way I knew how to keep myself safe. As a kid I kept myself guarded from getting hurt, then as an instigator I kept my walls up to not let fear win.
Now I was just overly cautious.
Yet I couldn’t argue the fact that if I could see and hear the dead, then we would protect ourselves better. The ghosts could warn us about the darker spirits and give us insight we wouldn’t have before.
