I'm almost positive that Stevenson was calling a priest.
We were sitting in his apartment and he was eating take-out, together we watched some sitcom that wasn't actually that funny. I – bored out of my mind – tried to change the channel with my 'new ghostly powers'. Never in a million years did I think that it would work!
Stevenson had paused – chopsticks almost at his open mouth – before he continued eating and switching the channel to some news channel.
The next I am not proud of I swear. Stevenson was in the shower and I sat on the sofa in the living room. I'm dead, not a peeping tom. I was listening to the shower when I started thinking about how cold I have become since becoming a ghost. Then I jump when I hear Stevenson yelp. He then starts cursing about a 'cold shower' and 'power cuts'. I laughed very hard I am ashamed to say.
Then, when he was reading in bed I started playing with the light which caused him to swear again and get on the phone. To a priest, I'm sure.
Half an hour later a man turned up at the door. Neil Johnson is perhaps one of the strangest men I have ever seen, mainly because he walked in – owl like eyes behind massive thick black glasses, shaggy brown hair and paper thin – took one look at me -at me – before turning to Stevenson and saying "Since when did you have a girlfriend?"
We all sat, myself and Neil on the sofa and Stevenson in the lone armchair. He was glaring at me – or at the space next to Neil where I sat invisible to him.
"So the victim is trying to help me?" Stevenson concluded. Neil turned to me and I nodded my head.
"Yes. Simply put. Hold on." Neil grabbed my hand and I gasped. He could touch me!? Stevenson yelped and almost jumped right out of his chair and into upstairs living room.
"Warn me if you are going to do that!" He scolded. Then he cleared his throat. "So Courtney, do you have any ideas?"
"I was sneaking out at night so I was probably going some place I shouldn't. I do remember thinking that it would be quite a hike and that I had packed a bag of provisions; torch, water, cereal bar, map... I had circled the forest in red..." I trailed of as my vision went fuzzy.
"Is she all right?"
"She's fine, just remembering."
I blinked. "I was going to the mines that are 3 miles outside of the city."
"Why?" Stevenson leaned forward.
"I don't know. I knew at the time that it was important that I got there quickly." I was getting frustrated.
"You must have found a link to another body... we'll go now." Stevenson heaved himself out of his chair and quickly changed into something more forest and mines appropriate.
"Now?!" Neil and I both gasped.
"Yes now!" We all hurried into his little car.
We traveled for ages until I finally recognized my surroundings. I began to cry.
"What's the matter?" Neil hurried to my side.
"What's up?" Stevenson wandered over to us, a cigarette in his hand.
"I died here." I gasped.
"She died here..." Neil murmured to Stevenson. Stevenson nodded, not surprised.
"I know." He whispered.
"What do you mean?" Neil and I asked. Only Neil was heard.
"I found three bodies; Courtney's, the other victim and the psychopath. He committed suicide. I have to call this in..." He shuffled off, finished his cheap cigarette and pulled out his old mobile phone.
Stiffly, numbly, I shuffled over to my body... or what was left of it. This couldn't be me! A pile of limbs surrounded by blood... but it was – I remember the pain, the screaming, the begging... I cried into my hands... but I could no longer see my hands!
"Neil!?" I screamed.
"Everything's fine; your moving on. Your fading away into the afterlife." He murmured as he couched down to my level. I don't know how I ended up on my knees.
"Thank you." I whispered before fading into bliss. Into my next story.