I find myself in the strange position of having written three chapters of the Ghost Killer today. This means I'm either getting used to being freaked out or my brain is so far past being freaked that I no longer feel it.
Cedar has just had a life-threatening experience and been to the dead church. It turns out the dead church is a husk of a building which no longer exists in the present time. The roof has been ripped away and the top parts of the walls too. There are gaps along the walls where the windows used to be and a big, gaping hole where the door once stood.
Candles line the edges of the church, all burning, their flames dancing in an unfelt breeze. Above the church, hanging in that night or this, is a bright moon. The light of the moon shows just enough to illuminate the edges of the church and to reveal the faint ghost of the housing estate beyond the walls, where today's houses have been built on yesterday's old town.
A dark figure enters the church and follows the candles around to the front, where the altar used to be. He cannot be focused upon, not directly, not until he kneels. Then the houses are visible through him as if he doesn't exist in the place of the church or the present day.
Cedar lingers too long here, driven by desperation to stay past his time. He leaves quickly, hurrying back into town where all the shops have their windows lit to tempt passers-by. For a little while at least, Cedar enjoys the normality surrounding him, knowing it won't be too long before his life sidesteps and he has to face the unnatural again.
Amanda J Harrington
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