*****
As mike stood up the feeling of Jen rubbing his hand faded away. It had become hard to hear clearly. He could tell they were talking but he couldn’t quite focus it in. I can’t see… Are my eyes closed? They don’t feel like they are. He thought to himself as he stood still, trying to shake the fog out of his head. “What the hell is going on?” He spoke but no one responded. He tried clearing his head again. Trying to focus on the words he was hearing but without success. They were still coming in mumbled. He raised his hands and began to rub his eyes trying to get them to open but when he was done everything was still black.
“Michael.”
He heard this voice. It was faint but he could make it out unlike the others. “Where are you?”
“I am right outside the room. Follow my voice.”
The voice came through a bit louder this time. He turned towards the direction he thought the voice was coming from and began to walk. The darkness that made up his vision began to break as a slight streak of light began to penetrate the darkness.
“That’s right, you’re doing good.”
I know that voice. It’s Emily’s voice. He thought as he continued to slowly make his way towards the voice. With every step came less confusion and even the mumbled voices started to become clear.
“He’s ok Jen.” He heard Tracy say from behind him.
As He stepped out into the hall everything came hurling back to him. As he looked around and back into the room his vision became foggy again. He reached up and rubbed his eyes attempting to rub the fog away. Everyone, including his motionless body all had a greyness to them as if they were out of an old picture.
“It’s not your eyes sweetie.” Emily said from behind him.
Mike turned to face her. He was shocked at what he saw. She stood in front of him and looked as alive as anyone he had ever seen. He turned back into the room and it occurred to him that everyone looked exactly like Emily used to look to him. “What’s going on?” He turned back to see her smiling.
“You are in my realm now so things that don’t exist here are blurry and faded.”
“But the house looks normal.”
“This house exists here too.”
“How?” He began to look around the house. “How does it exist in both?”
“The only thing Wes and I were able to come up with is that it has something to do with the way it was built and the things that were done here.”
“He was in some kind of cult wasn’t he?”
Emily nodded. “From what Wes could find we believe so.”
“From what Tracy found out from her aunt he was in to a lot of bad things all around. After hearing about what he did here… I would bet a million dollars there is a lot of negative energy here.”
“It appears that he wanted a place to go after he died.” Emily shook her head.
“I wonder if this place had anything to do with you not being able to move on.”
“I’m not sure.” She reached up and placed her hand on his check. “I am not sad if it did though. I’ve gotten to see you grow up.”
He stood there silent unsure on what to say or how to feel. His hand slowly moved up till it pressed against her warm hand, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. “I can feel you.”
She nodded as tears began to form and roll down her face.
Smiling he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close giving her a hug.
*****
“Why are you crying Tracy?” Jen asked in a frantic voice. “What’s going on?”
“Oh I’m sorry.” She wiped the tears off of her face. “It’s just so beautiful.”
“What is?” Jen and Grant asked in unison.
“Oh god… Sorry…” She pointed out in the hall. “Mike and Emily are hugging. She started to cry and then I couldn’t help it.”
Jen and Grant stared out in the hall unable to see anything.
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