In light of the season, here is the start of one of the novels I'm working on right now. Let me know what you think. Good or bad, I can take it. I think. :-)
I was sorry I had looked directly at them. They knew I had seen them. I shifted and tried to look at someone else, but they were too compelling for me to ignore and my glance darted back to the two men.
The older man looked at me with hope in his eyes. The younger man looked determined.
I shivered and glanced away again wishing I hadn't chosen to stay late tonight in the city. I was sitting amongst a small crowd that was waiting for the next train to arrive on the subway platform.
Suddenly I felt a cool caress on my arm. I glanced down to see a weathered hand resting on my arm. My gaze followed the arm up to the face of the old man.
“You can help us,” he said with wonder.
I glanced away but my gaze collided with the younger man’s. His eyes narrowed and I could see he wasn’t going to let me walk away from them.
I shifted so the man’s hand fell from my arm and I turned my head to look away from them both. My heart was racing and I was having a hard time thinking.
Neither man was alive. No one else on the platform even noticed them. But I did. I had seen them as I came down the escalator and had even admired the younger man’s looks as I strained to see him better. That was when I realized he was a ghost. He wasn’t all there so I wasn’t going to be seeing him better, ever.
The lights began flashing on the platform to indicate a train was arriving and I stood up and moved towards the edge. I could feel both men follow me, but the weight of the younger man’s gaze had me stiff with tension.
A train stopped and the doors opened. After a few people had gotten off I stepped on and stood near the doors on the opposite side. There were plenty of seats, but I didn’t want to risk having a ghost sit beside me. I stared at the glass doors and could easily see the reflections of both ghosts as they stood behind me, watching me.
“She can help us, David, she can see us,” the old man was saying to the younger one.
“I know, papa, I know, but we must wait. She doesn’t need people seeing her talk to the air. The others can’t see us.”
The old man nodded and he glanced over the crowd of people on the train. He turned back to watch me and said, “She’s not what I would have wanted for an avenger, but I’ll take what we can get.”
I frowned, insulted by his put down and caught a twinkle in his eyes. The old man was baiting me. I stiffened my shoulders and turned around to face them.
I wasn’t going to cower from a couple of ghosts. As far as I knew they couldn’t actively hurt me, and even if they could, I wasn’t going to be insulted and just ignore it. I stood and stared at the old man.
The old man gave me a puppy dog look and I rolled my eyes
He gave me a wink and I couldn’t stop the smile that started on my face. I covered it with a cough and looked away from him. The train came to a stop and people got off and people got on, many of them walking right through the two ghosts oblivious to their presence. I shivered at the thought.
I had always seen ghosts. Usually at night but sometimes in the day. It was just easier at night for some reason. I couldn’t imagine walking through one though I knew it was possible. Just touching one was enough for me, or being touched.
After several more stops we finally reached my station and as I stepped off the train, the younger man clasped my elbow to assist me. My glance jumped to his face and he smiled triumphantly.
I frowned and tried to pull away, but he was holding on tight and it would have required a scene. A scene with an invisible assailant. I stopped fighting and let him escort me up the escalator and through the carousel, but I did shake my head as he walked through the turnstile. Literally through it.
I walked to where I had parked my motorcycle. He chuckled softly when he saw it.
I glanced at him and he grinned at me, “You won’t get rid of us with that. We can go anywhere”
I just gazed at him as I put my helmet on and stowed my pack.
I was about to pull out of the space when I felt his body pressed against my back. I jumped and slid forward.
“Relax, I’m just going to ride with you for a bit. Papa will catch up in time.”
He pulled me closer to him.
I took a deep breath and let it out.
I had seen plenty of ghosts over my lifetime, and I had even had conversations and played games with some, but I had never had a physical attraction to one, nor had I ever felt so trapped by one. He was determined to speak with me about something, but this was the last thing I wanted right now.
I had finally gotten my life on track and I did not need some needy ghost screwing it up again.