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Authors: William Moore, Beverley Moore
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her drink she flounced off to where a handful of Goths were chatting in a corner.
Moon was surprised by Avril 's reaction. "Is she really that bothered by psychic phenomena?"
Sonia came round to the seat next to him and snuggled under his arm . "A bit," she replied. "Avril is bothered by stuff that she can't control so the idea of all sorts of invisible shit happening around her freaks her out - but I think mostly she wanted to give us some time on our own. Plus, of course, Roger's here."
" Roger?" asked Moon.
Sonia nodded to where Avril was cuddling up to a tall, longhaired Goth with a goatee and mild acne . Moon recognised him from on the stage the night before. "Her boyfriend," explained Sonia.
" I would have thought being a Goth would mean you were automatically open to the possibilities of the supernatural," observed a bemused Moon.
" That's one stereotype that you can challenge in your article, isn't it?" Sonia kissed him on the cheek. "Just because someone likes the look and the people and may have a soft spot for the dark mythos, it doesn't mean they actually believe all that stuff."
" How about you?" asked Moon. "Do you believe in the supernatural?"
" Well, I've had my spooky feelings all my life and there are one or two experiences I can't explain - except in terms of the supernatural - so, yes I suppose I do believe. Although, I don't think I could really say exactly what I believe in."
" I don't know that I really have any choice not to believe," said Moon, steeling himself for ridicule or rejection. "You see, shortly after I started my first job as a nurse I had a patient die under my care for the first time. I was working in the High Dependency Unit and this old chap came in with a complicated heart problem. He was fairly conscious on admission but quickly deteriorated and because of his health problems he'd asked that we wouldn't try to bring him back if his heart stopped. When it was obvious that he wasn't going to make it we moved him into a side cubicle and he passed on shortly afterwards - but that's just it, he didn't..."
" Didn't what?" Sonia's eyes were wide with interest.
" Didn't 'pass on'; he just died and hung around. After his relatives had gone home, I went back into the cubicle with another nurse to lay him out and there he was, standing by his own corpse looking really confused. He recognised me from when I admitted him and flew over to me demanding to know what was happening and what was I going to do about it. He didn't realise he had died, you see, because he was comatose when it happened. This was the first time anything like that had happened to me and all I could do was whisper under my breath: 'It's okay you're just dead. Go towards the light'. The poor girl who was laying him out with me must have thought I was bonkers but it seemed to work."
Sonia laughed . "I didn't know you could die and not realise you're dead."
" It happens quite a lot. I'd say about forty to fifty per cent of hauntings involve disorientated dead folk blundering around in confusion because for some reason they've died and not noticed it. What's worse is that most of them don't want to listen when you explain it to them. Believe me, I've tried."
" So you talk to dead people a lot, do you?" asked Sonia without any apparent sarcasm.
" Most of the time I try to avoid it, unless it's someone who's died under my care, then I think I still have a duty as a nurse to help them, but dead people often have a warped view of reality, they tend to be ‘stuck’ in their own time. It's hard to reason with them, especially if they've been around for a few years. And often you have to find the right ‘key’ for them to move on to the next world."
" ’Key’?"
" Yeah. Like you might find a soldier haunting his old post because he was never dismissed, in which case you would have to try to find a sympathetic army officer to dismiss him. Or a little girl might not
Moon was surprised by Avril 's reaction. "Is she really that bothered by psychic phenomena?"
Sonia came round to the seat next to him and snuggled under his arm . "A bit," she replied. "Avril is bothered by stuff that she can't control so the idea of all sorts of invisible shit happening around her freaks her out - but I think mostly she wanted to give us some time on our own. Plus, of course, Roger's here."
" Roger?" asked Moon.
Sonia nodded to where Avril was cuddling up to a tall, longhaired Goth with a goatee and mild acne . Moon recognised him from on the stage the night before. "Her boyfriend," explained Sonia.
" I would have thought being a Goth would mean you were automatically open to the possibilities of the supernatural," observed a bemused Moon.
" That's one stereotype that you can challenge in your article, isn't it?" Sonia kissed him on the cheek. "Just because someone likes the look and the people and may have a soft spot for the dark mythos, it doesn't mean they actually believe all that stuff."
" How about you?" asked Moon. "Do you believe in the supernatural?"
" Well, I've had my spooky feelings all my life and there are one or two experiences I can't explain - except in terms of the supernatural - so, yes I suppose I do believe. Although, I don't think I could really say exactly what I believe in."
" I don't know that I really have any choice not to believe," said Moon, steeling himself for ridicule or rejection. "You see, shortly after I started my first job as a nurse I had a patient die under my care for the first time. I was working in the High Dependency Unit and this old chap came in with a complicated heart problem. He was fairly conscious on admission but quickly deteriorated and because of his health problems he'd asked that we wouldn't try to bring him back if his heart stopped. When it was obvious that he wasn't going to make it we moved him into a side cubicle and he passed on shortly afterwards - but that's just it, he didn't..."
" Didn't what?" Sonia's eyes were wide with interest.
" Didn't 'pass on'; he just died and hung around. After his relatives had gone home, I went back into the cubicle with another nurse to lay him out and there he was, standing by his own corpse looking really confused. He recognised me from when I admitted him and flew over to me demanding to know what was happening and what was I going to do about it. He didn't realise he had died, you see, because he was comatose when it happened. This was the first time anything like that had happened to me and all I could do was whisper under my breath: 'It's okay you're just dead. Go towards the light'. The poor girl who was laying him out with me must have thought I was bonkers but it seemed to work."
Sonia laughed . "I didn't know you could die and not realise you're dead."
" It happens quite a lot. I'd say about forty to fifty per cent of hauntings involve disorientated dead folk blundering around in confusion because for some reason they've died and not noticed it. What's worse is that most of them don't want to listen when you explain it to them. Believe me, I've tried."
" So you talk to dead people a lot, do you?" asked Sonia without any apparent sarcasm.
" Most of the time I try to avoid it, unless it's someone who's died under my care, then I think I still have a duty as a nurse to help them, but dead people often have a warped view of reality, they tend to be ‘stuck’ in their own time. It's hard to reason with them, especially if they've been around for a few years. And often you have to find the right ‘key’ for them to move on to the next world."
" ’Key’?"
" Yeah. Like you might find a soldier haunting his old post because he was never dismissed, in which case you would have to try to find a sympathetic army officer to dismiss him. Or a little girl might not
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