An Apparitional Experience
Description
This title is misleading, this is a story not of ghosts or ghostly encounters, but of moments experienced with people who can draw you outside of your comfort zone and show you the true beauty of love and friendship.
Ev: "He's not a god, he's a ghost. He appears and disappears and reappears and disappears. His aura fills my insides and shakes me up and I find it difficult to breathe. Like a ghost, he lingers. Even when he's not next to me, I can feel his presence. An apparitional experience."
Kai: 'I'd rather be a god than a ghost, you big weirdo.'
Foreword
I barely make out the silhouette of the easel at the right corner of the room but a very large bin of random sized sports balls are blocking my way. I turn on the light switch only to hear it snap back at me and become unresponsive keeping me in the dark for most of my search and rescue of that easel. I turn on my phone's flashlight and I notice the bin contains basketballs, volleyballs, tennis balls, ping pong balls, lacrosse balls, and every kind of sports balls and they're all blocking my way. I lay my phone on the floor near my feet. Just enough light gives me a view of the target that I place all my energy on. Clearly there's gotta be a mouse making its home in their considering how dusty and untouched they are. Maybe the school doesn't have time to play sports.
I bend down to push the bin out of my way when I hear what sounds like moans. I turn my head to where the noise is coming from, from the darkness. Oh my gosh. Ghosts. I search for my phone without taking my eyes off of the darkest part of the room. As soon as I reach my phone and pocket it, I hear a name being called out, "Kai." The ghost is calling for Kai.
"My name isn't Kai." I answer back. "It's Ev. I'll be leaving now. You can have the easel."
"What the hell?" I hear a deeper voice. Oh gosh, two ghosts.
"Don't stop." A female ghost.
"Don't use your tongue." I freeze. Oh geez. My curiosity gets the best of me and I move past the bin of balls towards my original destination, the easel, and now, my ghosts. I have an idea of what I will see, and it's something I've only experienced from reading my Japanese comics. This will be the first time seeing anything close to two people getting it on, don't judge me. I make way around what seems like a cabinet and squint my eyes, trying real hard to evolve into a cat and see in the dark. Knowing that won't happen, I lift up my phone next to my head, with the flashlight doing work, I see hands, delicate, dark-skinned hands making its way up a girl's skirt. Oh geez. I make eye contact with the owner of the hands.
"Are you filming us?" The handsome ghost calmly asks me. "It would be nice if you'd stop." The ghost smiles. He's a gorgeous ghost. A very gorgeous, familiar looking ghost. Oh geez. I make my way for the door and try to swiftly exit but I fail doing so as I topple over the entire bin of balls. I step on like all 1000 of them and I ride it back to where I tried running away from. I was nearly assassinated by 1000 sports balls and soon perhaps another attempt from the ghost and his short skirt girlfriend who is staring down at me.
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