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over the past twenty years. I veered to the right and entered my tiny bedroom.
I fell in bed, trying but failing to cleanse my mind of anything related to magic, so I got out my MP3 player and earbuds and listened to Iron Maiden with my eyes closed. They had created some music built around the themes of magic, premonitions, and the like, so I thought it might give me some insight into the subject without giving it great thought.
Sometime later, I heard a voice. I opened my blurry eyes and pulled out my earbuds.
Grams stood in my doorway. A beam of light shone down on her from the hallway ceiling. She didn’t smirk, and I didn’t sense any condescension in her expression.
“Hello, Serenity,” she said, wearing blue and orange Chicago Bears pajamas.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, sensing no emotions vibrating from her. “Come closer.”
A half-second later, as though triggering the button on a teleportation device, Grams joined me at the bed. I didn’t even see her take a step. One second she was in the doorway. The next, she’d appeared at my bedside.
I jerked back, shocked. “How did you do that?”
Grams swung back to the bedroom door for a moment. Satisfied not to hear any movement in the hall, she turned back to me. She placed an index finger to lips that didn’t seem lifeless, but on the other hand, they didn’t seem to have life in them either. Her skin looked gray, as though someone had dumped a trash can of ashes onto her, which had immediately melted into her skin. A vibrant smile made her green eyes twinkle.
Now this was the Grams I knew and loved. The woman who took me out for ice cream sundaes when I had an earache as a child. The woman who had stayed up late with me many nights to play checkers, dominoes, or chess. The woman who had been tough but kind while teaching me how to treat others. The woman who had been strict but understanding and supportive when I got bad grades. The woman whose parenting skills I wanted to emulate…if I ever had kids.
“We don’t have much time,” Grams said in a soothing voice.
I sat up. “For what?”
“The truth.”
“It’s about time! Lay it on me.”
She directed a finger at the door. “That woman in my bed…is not me!”
A chill went through me then I realized it was just standard confusion. “Of course, you’re not in bed. You’re right here…with me.”
She grabbed my blanket and shook it in her hand. “Pay attention!”
That reaction persuaded me sit upright. “Okay. What’s wrong?”
“My spirit is here with you, but my body has been hijacked.”
Bewildered, I just stared at her. “Hijacked? What does that mean?”
“I told you earlier tonight that I don’t have much time. Please believe that. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be with you, so you need to understand everything I tell you.”
Based on Grams’s erratic behavior, it only made sense that I’d called her alter ego The Intruder . It turned out my assumption wasn’t as far-fetched as I’d thought. “All right, I’m listening. You’re saying that you’re—what, a spirit? Don’t you have to be dead to be a spirit? Then again, you are glowing a little, even if your skin is kind of gray.”
“I don’t have time to explain everything. I might not be able to give you all the answers you need, but I’ll do my best to try.”
Those words made my eyes grow wide. “Okay, how are you here, if you’re not dead?”
“Astral Projection? When I felt the entity infiltrating my body, my soul got pushed aside while the entity took over my brain and bodily functions. I can only guess that astral projection is a natural reaction to someone else taking control of your body. So while my body is asleep, I’m still conscious as a spirit.”
Grams looked so worried yet sincere that I trusted her immediately, despite her outrageous claims. I guess seeing a vampire snap the neck of a demon dulled the shock factor of what would otherwise seem impossible. “Is a
I fell in bed, trying but failing to cleanse my mind of anything related to magic, so I got out my MP3 player and earbuds and listened to Iron Maiden with my eyes closed. They had created some music built around the themes of magic, premonitions, and the like, so I thought it might give me some insight into the subject without giving it great thought.
Sometime later, I heard a voice. I opened my blurry eyes and pulled out my earbuds.
Grams stood in my doorway. A beam of light shone down on her from the hallway ceiling. She didn’t smirk, and I didn’t sense any condescension in her expression.
“Hello, Serenity,” she said, wearing blue and orange Chicago Bears pajamas.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, sensing no emotions vibrating from her. “Come closer.”
A half-second later, as though triggering the button on a teleportation device, Grams joined me at the bed. I didn’t even see her take a step. One second she was in the doorway. The next, she’d appeared at my bedside.
I jerked back, shocked. “How did you do that?”
Grams swung back to the bedroom door for a moment. Satisfied not to hear any movement in the hall, she turned back to me. She placed an index finger to lips that didn’t seem lifeless, but on the other hand, they didn’t seem to have life in them either. Her skin looked gray, as though someone had dumped a trash can of ashes onto her, which had immediately melted into her skin. A vibrant smile made her green eyes twinkle.
Now this was the Grams I knew and loved. The woman who took me out for ice cream sundaes when I had an earache as a child. The woman who had stayed up late with me many nights to play checkers, dominoes, or chess. The woman who had been tough but kind while teaching me how to treat others. The woman who had been strict but understanding and supportive when I got bad grades. The woman whose parenting skills I wanted to emulate…if I ever had kids.
“We don’t have much time,” Grams said in a soothing voice.
I sat up. “For what?”
“The truth.”
“It’s about time! Lay it on me.”
She directed a finger at the door. “That woman in my bed…is not me!”
A chill went through me then I realized it was just standard confusion. “Of course, you’re not in bed. You’re right here…with me.”
She grabbed my blanket and shook it in her hand. “Pay attention!”
That reaction persuaded me sit upright. “Okay. What’s wrong?”
“My spirit is here with you, but my body has been hijacked.”
Bewildered, I just stared at her. “Hijacked? What does that mean?”
“I told you earlier tonight that I don’t have much time. Please believe that. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be with you, so you need to understand everything I tell you.”
Based on Grams’s erratic behavior, it only made sense that I’d called her alter ego The Intruder . It turned out my assumption wasn’t as far-fetched as I’d thought. “All right, I’m listening. You’re saying that you’re—what, a spirit? Don’t you have to be dead to be a spirit? Then again, you are glowing a little, even if your skin is kind of gray.”
“I don’t have time to explain everything. I might not be able to give you all the answers you need, but I’ll do my best to try.”
Those words made my eyes grow wide. “Okay, how are you here, if you’re not dead?”
“Astral Projection? When I felt the entity infiltrating my body, my soul got pushed aside while the entity took over my brain and bodily functions. I can only guess that astral projection is a natural reaction to someone else taking control of your body. So while my body is asleep, I’m still conscious as a spirit.”
Grams looked so worried yet sincere that I trusted her immediately, despite her outrageous claims. I guess seeing a vampire snap the neck of a demon dulled the shock factor of what would otherwise seem impossible. “Is a
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