Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Jul 22, 2022

Mehameha 2 2022

 Rather than release me, they waited until I was asleep.

During that time, they let three people into the formless room. When I woke up, there they were, staring at me. It was unsettling, and quite frankly, it pissed me off. "Here are some people for you; see if you can communicate to the spirits attached to them," the voice instructed.

Shaking my head, I replied. "That's not how it's done; not everyone has a spirit attached to them,"

"Are you implying that only particular kinds of people have spirits attached to them?" The voice asked.

I realized at that moment that whoever they were, they were going to keep me here until they could observe me talking to a spirit. "You can keep me here as long as you want and bring as many people as you want. If they have a spirit or they don't, I'm not talking. Not to anyone corporeal or otherwise."

They thought it was a weak threat and that I didn't mean what I said, but they soon got the hint. After that, they cycled through a bevy of different kinds of people. Some with spirits, some with demons, and a lot more with nothing. I ignored them all and kept to myself by writing in the journal they provided me. Physically and mentally, I prepared myself for whatever they were going to retaliate with. Taking away my food, loud music, and ear-shattering sounds. Nothing, nothing happened. At least that's what I thought until, during my sleep, I opened my eyes and saw a person sitting less than a foot away from me, reading my journal. Adjusting my eyes, I saw that it was a young man in his late teens or early twenties. He was thin, almost wispy, with big eyes, neatly trimmed hair, and dressed entirely in white. I sprang up in an instant and had him in a rear naked choke hold. He was fading fast as the air to his brain began to cut off. I had to hold back a bit; I didn't want to put him to sleep in one stroke. "You're gonna end up a spirit if you don't tell me what the fuck is going on?"

"Research," he croaked. "Research,"

"On what? Me?" I whispered.

"We already told you; we want to know how you communicate with spirits?" He was fighting for air now, struggling.

"You could have just fucking met me somewhere and asked me, but no, you had to put me through this shit," I was pissed.

"We needed a controlled environment," he pleaded.

I had enough. I tensed up my chest, and arm muscled and knocked him out. I let go as he crumpled to the white floor. His form began to change. His arms extended outward, as did his fingers. Yet, the color of his flesh stayed the same; his legs and toes followed, as did his neck. The bones above his eyebrows pushed out further, and his cheekbones raised as well. The effect gave his eyes a profound sunken appearance. Suddenly, a dark blotch manifested on the wall shaped like a door. Another one, like the person or alien or creature on the ground, stepped into the formless room. "He is the voice to whom you have been speaking," the other one began. "He is Tarlach; I am Sprechurh."

"I don't care," I replied. 

"We are not from earth, but we have been observing how you and some like you communicate with a part of your conscious that lives after your body ceases to function," he or it said. 

"I don't care," I said again. "Either kill me or send me home; I'm not going to help you anymore,"

"Very well," this Sprechurh nodded his head. The empty white room disappeared, and I was in the middle of a park in Kapolei. It was very late at night and very quiet. "We are apologetic for causing stress and worry to you. We will find another; please step this way," he motioned to a spot of grass behind him. After doing so, a massive saucer-shaped craft appeared, and this Sprechurh stepped into it. In less than a blink of an eye, it zipped into the sky so quickly that it sucked all the oxygen out of the air. I couldn't breathe for a couple of seconds, and I began to gag. When I got home, my wife looked at the clock on the wall and said, "That was quick,"

"What do you mean?" I was confused.

"You just walked out the door to take the trash out to the street, like a second ago, and you came right back," she pointed.

"For a second only?" I squeaked.

"Only a second," she confirmed.

I knew I was gone longer than that, but shit, was this an abduction of my person by Aliens from space or something else? I had no idea why they might have been interested in communication with spirits unbound by flesh and blood. Maybe, I better keep my communications to myself from now on.

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