For the next few days me, Clay and Joey, the blue haired girl began to hang out often in order to figure out about the spirits that had been talking to us, but nothing was found except the fact that I was actually getting closer to Allen. We would often tease, mock and spend time with each other without any dispute or confusions. As he would never say anything about these events, I never really brought that up.
About Charlotte, all we knew was that she was more bold and harsh, but that didn't actually seem to bother Clay, as he mentioned. It really felt good to see the quiet contentment spread through him every time. And as far as I remember, Joey's spirit claimed to be her deceased stepfather who mattered a lot to her, without any say.
Although we were getting adapted to the new members in our life, it was still mandatory to know about the effects and future impacts. The only certain thing I knew about Allen is that every evening from 6pm to 8pm, he would evanesce. So once at that time, I decided to go through the Internet, expecting our case to be just like Wolfblood where Shannon found out about the werewolves in Google. I didn't need to scroll down a lot as there were several sites mostly regarding the difference between ghosts and spirits, which kind of snatched my interest. Like how would I know if Allen is a ghost or spirit?
I clicked on one blog and figured that ghosts are often tied to the location at which they died. But Allen is able to go anywhere I do and it's not like he died on my body...so definitely he is some sort of spirit.
"Spirits are able to travel, as they are not tied to the site of sudden death or tragic event. A spirit is the soul of a person wishing to live on, but without a physical body to survive in any more. It is thought that spirits can travel to different realms and dimensions, and can return to the living realm at free will when they wish to. The spirit of a person might have a strong emotional tie to a person. They may check in on this person regularly, which is why most people feel a warm and comforting presence surrounding them, often with the feeling that is a loved one who has passed. Spirits tend to communicate with us in a peaceful and positive way. This could also be through dreams which are known as visitations.There are many different signs that spirits communicate with us, we just have to open our eyes, ears, and hearts to receive the messages."
So technically, the camouboy is one of my loved ones? And I should keep on talking to him, as we both love each other?
I'm not sure about loving but I know I had grown fond of him and his absence may put a hole in my heart. I raked my fingers through my blonde hair as my throat tightened whilst directly going to read about the types of spirits. Everything felt so messed up.
Reading about the archangels made me recall Lucas, the cryptic student. He was said to be a new student of my school but I haven't seen him since the last three weeks, and I didn't even bother too. There was a feeling in my guts, saying Lucas was the spirit because his presence made me feel just like Allen made me feel.
Or he was an archangel?
"Archangels usually have a specific field that they watch over, helping better the physical and spiritual world. Often, archangels help larger groups of people, and if the time calls for it, they can take on human form to help guide others."
And then again he talks only to me, not others as I think.
I came across many other types in which I could relate with only two- ascended masters and loved ones. Then again, these were paranormal imaginations.
It was also said how we could communicate with them and surprisingly but quite unwanted, if I hark back to the past incidents then each of them were relatable; through dreams, moving objects, electricity, fragrances, synchronicities and sensations.
I searched more , expecting to find a website more informative and with answers to all my questions. Quora could be used only if I wanted to make fun of myself. I mean who would believe me?
The info's were soon getting unrelatable and boring, so I decided to leave it, until my eyes caught a title known as, "Conversing with Spirits? Worst place to end up with, folks...." and the rest of the words disappeared behind the website page. My heart skipped a beat. My trembled fingers slightly yet curiously pressed on the page, wondering what might be there.
At first, there were two phone numbers and an address which was probably of the author's and furthermore there were unnecessarily known informative texts which I ignored. Abruptly, as I kept scrolling down, the main topic came to view.
"Murderers around the neighborhood who are impossible to catch- may not be common serial killers, or any sort of mortal. With various yet beneficial reasons, they attempt to slay hundreds of innocent people , soon causing the population to decrease . But they might not be evil after all, cause the same immortal spirit may be your dear friend. But are they worthy or fully available for you, your love and the obsession? Think about it."
After that, I became completely unable to scroll down more, proving there were no other paragraphs. What did that even mean? I took a look at the uploading date which was 17 years ago, and then at the address which seemed very familiar except that it was at New Castle.
As soon as I went on to find out about the author, I caught sight of the time. It was almost 7:49pm which meant Allen was about to arrive. I took a last note of the website name and shut down my laptop. Within the last 10 minutes before 8pm, I called Clay and Joey to inform them about what I found. As expected, they weren't shocked but rather afraid of what might happen in the future .
After the clock struck 8:00pm , I told Clay and Joey to change our topic into a general one and we continued to chitchat for a while. The window suddenly was opened away and I realized it to be my camouboy, but didn't really took notice.
After a while , my elbow got poked and at instance I knew who it was.
"Allen, stop." I whispered, muting my call.
"But I'm getting bored." He said in a sing-song tone.
"So what do I do?" My eyes went round out of frustration, " I'm on the phone!"
"Not my business, I just need my gorgeous, best mate to play with me." He muttered in a childish tone but a blush crept up my face, as to being first time complimented by someone except Clay and Addy. Nobody really wanted to seek my attention that much, so it made me feel special than ever.
"Sheesh, I made you blush-y belle." He said in awe. On the other hand, the corners of my mouth quirked up followed by a chuckle.
"I didn't say anything funny, right?" Clay asked on the other side of the phone. I denied and told him who I was actually talking to. He chuckled, repeating that I was quite becoming his 'personal girlfriend.' At that, Allen began to guffaw and I couldn't hide my reddened face.
"Talk to you later, Clay. Got some...uh spirit business to do." I hung up and soon the room drowned in silence .
"Uh camouboy? Allen? You there?" I asked casually.
"Yeah. Just came , my assumed personal GF."
"Shut up. Anyways, where do you go in the evening time?"
"My business, belle. And who told you I'm a spirit? And Charlotte as well?"
"My IQ business, camouboy. But also, there are many things that I want to do with and about you!" I whined, resting my chin on my palms with a pout. He sounded as he fake coughed as if I said something wrong.
"Ahem, so what exactly do you want to do with me?" When he pressurized on 'want', I instantly realized what I said and what he understood.
"I-I did-didn't mean that. I- I just want to see you. I want to know more about your paranormal potencies in this normal human universe. I-I just want to _"
"I can understand your inquisitiveness but this is not the right time for you to know about all of me. But I can see you being too much attentive to the part of solving the mystery of Charlotte and Joey's stepdad's appearance." His polite, tranquil words made me more pestered and I stood up on the bed in annoyance, "So what do you think I should do? Do you think these things are normal? Like you can read my mind, for which I have to even think twice before thinking anything! This is- this is absurd!"
"I'm sorry Reccy, but can't you stop thinking 'bout these and instead just enjoy my company? I chose you to be with because I really consider you as my best friend, I'm trying my best to make you strong in emotions and not have a poor self image. I've always wanted your best till now, so can't you adjust with me? Please Re_"
"No! What are you? Stupid shitty dead spirit randomly choosing my life to make hell? Well then, no I can't!" I yelled, more emphasizing on my British accent that time. Out of nowhere, one sort of unnerving silence crawled through the room. I took deep breaths and called his name for a few times. But he just dissipated?
I thought about our last conversation and thought deep. God, what had I said to him? My heart skipped beats more often as my guilt took over me. I shouldn't had said those mean things to him, and he was so right. All these days, he proved himself to me more than a best friend, and at the end of the day I was so villainous towards him.
"Hey, camouboy? Look I'm sorry. I really am. I've been worse than chickenshit and I regret that with full heart. It's that I was stressed about all these... I-I should have not said those things to you. And in real, I've never been that much mean to anyone , like ever. And you know why? Cause, with you I can be myself, I'm so relieved with you that I can let out every sadness, joy and anger openly. And you know what? I'm so stupid to even notice how much of a bestie you were to me. So please will you grant an amnesty to me? Please, personal BFF?"
Soon but finally I could hear a laughter echoing through my room, and a smile curved up.
"I'll see about that, belle. But now would you go for a dance with me?"
"Huh. I guess that's not a very bad idea."