Hauntings by Various
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Overview: Over the course of the next few months, over the next couple of years, they ‘talked’ as often as they could, sometimes chatting all night, just like they used to do when they first got together. This was a strange continuation of their union, and she’d wondered all the time whether it was a healthy one (as well as still questioning her sanity during her more wobbly moments), but it sort of worked. And if this was the only way to have Terry back… There was still that closeness, they’d still argue on occasion and he’d go quiet… Then she’d return to the computer after the flood banks had broken, wanting to fix things, wanting him to talk again – in a weird reversal of when he’d first appeared on here. And suddenly he’d be back.
Necessity had transformed him into the writer he’d so longed to be, only it was poetry that turned out to be his forte. He’d often leave love poems for Annette in her messages folder, there for her to find when she logged back on; forcing the pricking at the corners of her eyes for a different reason.
She’d share everything, just as before. Annette told him about her work – she’d begun advertising in the local paper again, taking on clients. She’d repeat – often parrot-fashion – what Hayley had told her about her day, too. Post photos and video clips so he could see how much his princess was growing, beginning with that trip she’d promised the girl to Central Parks.
Every now and again, Terry would also go quiet when she did this. But she knew why: because he couldn’t be with them both. Because he couldn’t give them hugs; his body six feet under in the cemetery. It might have been why he’d made Annette promise not to tell Hayley.
>She can’t know about any of this, he’d typed. I’m not sure she can handle it…
He was probably right.
Annette had asked him quite a few times to describe what it was like where he was, what might be waiting for her when she passed over.
>It’s difficult to explain, Terry said once. It’s like being in some kind of limbo. In a sort of fog or something. A thick mist. It’s all still so confusing… But I don’t think this is normal, sweetheart; what’s happened to me. I don’t think this happens to everyone, y’know?
Annette nodded, not really understanding at all.
But as much as they tried to fool themselves into thinking things were okay, there was something missing. And the more time that passed the more that became apparent.
Sooner or later, something had to give.
Genre: Fiction > Mystery/Thriller
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