Visitation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
An account of a spiritual visitation that was intended for another.

Submitted: March 11, 2020

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Submitted: March 11, 2020

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“How did you get in here?” I called out in the night, my eyes full of gunge, almost dead to the world.

Aroused from a deep slumber, stricken awake by your fluorescent aura. It took my mind a few thought cycles to adjust to what stood by the bedroom door. There you stood staring back at me, a silhouette the size of a child.

I’d never expected to see such a sight. If you would have played this scenario in one’s own imagination: panic and the need to escape spring to mind.

Adrenaline pumping like never before while the heart tries to pound out of your own throat.

None of those feelings occurred, instead, serene warmth took over me when looking back to you. Peacefulness, companionship, and most of all; love. That connection spread through space between us. Tiny vibrations that flowed up along these trembling arms, tingling down to the fingertips and coursing in my veins. The electricity of positive feelings, flowing at a comfortable rhythm. The closest experience to nirvana I've ever had the good fortune to experience.

It hadn’t occurred to me that you would be the reason the floorboards creaked, why curtains blew when the windows were closed and how ornaments were spotted miraculously moving out the corner of my periphery.

The culprit was you all this time.

Just as I anticipated this to be some dream for reality to pinch me out of, you glided across the room by my side. There I saw you, a stunningly beautiful girl, with a face as pale as moonlight. Your expression went from joy to sorrow, and you faded away.

Since then I’ve learned the previous owner of this house had been taken to a retirement home.

Was your visitation for them?

Now they’re gone somewhere beyond your grounding, perhaps you've now departed and off to await them in the afterlife.

I just hope you’ve set yourself free...


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