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Post by AmbeeBee on Sept 27, 2011 11:03:39 GMT -5
Paul let out deep sigh as he glanced around his newly settled apartment in New York City. He was quite pleased with the progress he had been able to make over the course of the last few days. Paul had been successful in finding an apartment and making it at least habitable until more of his things from Ireland were able to be brought over. But for now, it was homey enough. After enjoying his newly furnished living room, Paul headed toward his kitchen. After all of his hard work, he figured he was deserving of a nice beer before retiring to bed. He opened the fridge and pulled out a brown bottle, grinning a bit as he popped the cap off. Yes, this was the perfect reward at the end of a long, tiring day. "You know, that's really bad for you." A voice rang out, causing Paul to pause, the bottle half way raised to his lips. He glanced around his kitchen with wide, fearful blue eyes. "Who...who's there?" "Never mind! You should be worrying about that bottle in your hand. Alcohol isn't good for you, you know." Paul glanced at the bottle for only a moment before looking around the kitchen again, searching for the source of the voice. It was definitely female, and slightly southern for that matter. But who was it? Surely a fan hadn't broken in, the Thunderheads weren't THAT crazy. However, there were a few... But how on earth would a fan know of the location of his new apartment? Paul was beyond baffled and a bit afraid as well. "I think I know what will and will not hurt me, lass. Which is why I ask this question...who are you?" "I think I should be asking the same question." The female voice replied. "You should be asking me? Last I checked this is my apartment. Then again, I may be going mad, as I find that I'm speaking with someone who isn't even here!" Paul looked down at his untouched bottle of beer. "I haven't even had a sip. It can't be this!" Paul started to set the bottle down on the counter, but was stopped when the bottle was jerked from his hand and suspended midair. Too startled to speak, Paul watched as the bottle floated toward the sink before turning upside down and being emptied down the drain. "If you won't listen, I'll take matters into my own hands. It's not good for you! Now, get a glass of water and then off to bed with you." Paul was too shocked and afraid to do otherwise. He poured a glad of water from his brita filter and drank it down in two large gulps. After setting the empty glass in the sink, he clicked off the lights and headed toward his bedroom. Once he was settled between his comfortable new sheets, the fear was nearly gone. Perhaps he was only imagining things, nothing sleep wouldn't remedy. Yes, it was all his imagination, that's all. At least, that;s what he was telling himself. Imagination or not, Paul Byrom definitely needed his rest, for sleep claimed him in a mere matter of minutes. ........................................................................................................ Not sure where I'm going with this, just a bit of randomness that popped into my head. Please give me any constructive criticism or feedback that you may have. Ideas and a co write are also very much appreciated Thanks!
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Sept 27, 2011 16:09:58 GMT -5
I like this so far! I hope you keep going!
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Post by celticbear on Sept 27, 2011 21:11:07 GMT -5
Amber! I love this! Paul's new appartment is haunted by a female ghost with a southern accent and woried about Paul's health! You have to keep going with this one!
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Post by laurenne on Sept 27, 2011 22:08:56 GMT -5
This reminds me of the movie "Just like heaven." More soon, please.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 27, 2011 22:15:22 GMT -5
Update!! I like this...bit odd, but a cool odd
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Post by orinocoflow on Sept 27, 2011 22:22:33 GMT -5
O.O update soon please! Ghosts Galore! Southie, huh? I reckon Celtic Crunk Catastrophe set off a tidal wave
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Post by AmbeeBee on Sept 29, 2011 21:16:42 GMT -5
Morning came far too early for Paul. At 8:00 a.m. sharp, the sun pushed its way through the crack in his curtains, splashing light over his face, and allowing not even one more minute of sleep for the still exhausted tenor. After a few moments, Paul finally gave up on sleep and got himself out of bed.
"Coffee..." He murmured sleepily as he slowly made his way toward his small kitchen. A warm cup of coffee was exactly what he needed to get him going for the busy day ahead, well, perhaps he would need two cups to do the trick. Slowly, he set about making his coffee with the events of the previous night completely forgotten. That is, until he turned around. As Paul turned to grab a mug out of the cupboard, the figure of a woman sitting at his table caught his eye. He froze in his tracks, staring fearfully at the young woman.
"Well don't just stand there, pour your coffee. It's not the best thing for you to drink, but it's better than that beer you tried to drink last night." The woman grinned mischievously. "Though you might try juice or water next time, though, it's a much better choice. "
Paul slowly set his mug down on the counter before squeezing his eyes shut. "You are not here. I'm dreaming, that's all. Yes, it's all just a dream. When I open my eyes, you'll be gone and I'll continue my morning in peace." Paul's eyes remained closed for a few moments as he prayed that the woman would be gone when he opened his eyes. Much to his dismay...she wasn't.
There she stood, her arms crossed and a wide grin gracing her features. "Still here."
"No, no you're not." Paul muttered. He couldn't believe what was in front of his very eyes. Was he going insane. "You're not here because you're not real! You're just a figment of my imagination."
"I'm not real? Hmmm, well that's funny, if I'm not real, then why are you talking to me?"
Paul shook his head. "I don't know...Listen, this isn't some sort of a prank, is it? Did Damian put you up to this? Keith? But, if it is a prank, how did you...the floating beer bottle...what is going on here?" The tenor began to pace back and forth in front of the counter.
"Who's Damian and Keith? And a prank? I assure you that this is no prank. However, I would like to know why you've helped yourself to my apartment..and my coffee!"
"Your apartment? Excuse me, but I can guarantee that this is my apartment. I paid three months worth of rent to the landlord just yesterday! He said that this apartment had been vacant for over a year now."
The young woman;s eyes widened in shock. "A year? I beg to differ, I have been renting this apartment for over three years now! Don't tell me it was vacant, because that's simply impossible!"
"I'm only telling ye what the landlord said, Lass, I'm sorry."
"Penelope. I have a name, Paul, use it!"
Paul looked at the woman quizzically. "How did you?"
"There's a pile of mail on the counter, I thought it was mine. You are Paul Byrom, are you not?�
Paul nodded slowly. Confusion was still clearly evident on his face. "I am."
Penelope bit her lip "Why are you in my apartment, Paul? I pay rent, my furniture is...whoa, my furniture, it's gone!" Penelope glanced around the apartment. Not a single thing was hers. Panic rose within her as she continued to glance around. Finally her gaze returned to Paul. "What have you done with my furniture? My clothes, my artwork, I...WHERE did you put it?"
Paul raised his hands defensively. "I didn't do a thing. When I moved my things in yesterday the apartment was.."
"It was what? It was empty? You expect me to believe that my apartment was empty?"
"Listen, Penelope...maybe we can figure this out, maybe we can get you some help. You're clearly confused and..."
"I am not confused! And I don"t need any help, what I need is for you to get out of my apartment! You know what, I'm going to talk to the landlord, maybe then we can get this sorted out." With those words, Penelope turned from Paul and hurried over to the front door.
"Penelope, wait. We can talk about this, if you'd allow me to call the...dear Jesus..." Paul was stopped mid sentence at the sight if Penelope's hand going directly though the door knob.
Penelope looked up at Paul briefly before looking down at her hand once more. She suppressed her tears as she desperately tried to grasp the knob. "W-what's the matter with me? Why can't I hold the doorknob? I mean, there has to be a logical explanation for this...people don't simply go through objects. Paul, what...what's going on?"
Paul shook his head, too baffled to speak. "I haven't a clue... And it was true. Paul did have a clue. What he had just witnessed could not be explained. Unless... "Penelope, please don't take this the wrong way, but...are you dead?"
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Post by celticbear on Sept 29, 2011 21:22:56 GMT -5
Ding! Ding! Give the Swanky Tenor a Morning Guiness for hitting the nail on the head! Penelope is Dead and for some reason she has not realizied it just yet! Amber this Ghost story is getting better and better!
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Post by orinocoflow on Sept 29, 2011 21:58:38 GMT -5
love the update! she might be dead...or she might not? then again, i've been watching xfiles marathons lately, so my head's full of the astral projections phenomenon and all that XD update soon please! can't wait to find out what's really going on! *hums XFiles theme...switches to GhostBusters*
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Post by GalwayGirl on Sept 29, 2011 22:58:10 GMT -5
I loved the update!! I can't wait to see what happens next! Update again when you can please!!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Sept 30, 2011 0:13:20 GMT -5
Hey..I feel really bad for poor Penelope....UPDATE!!!!! On a side note, this makes me think of poor Penelope from The Odyssey hahaha oh dear I've been in English class too long
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Post by shaybo on Sept 30, 2011 15:10:29 GMT -5
Me likey Amber more please.
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Post by AmbeeBee on Oct 2, 2011 0:03:58 GMT -5
"Excuse me?" Penelope's eyes were wide with shock. How could this man even suggest such a thing? There was no way that she could be dead.
"I said..." Paul started, but was quickly cut off by Penelope
" I know what you said! Are you insane?!"
The tenor shook his head, laughing humorlessly. "I'm beginning to think so..."
"I am NOT dead, Paul. There's no way that I could be." Penelope let out an exasperated sigh as she attempted to grab the door knob once more, only to have her hand slip straight through.
Paul shook his head, sympathy evident in his blue eyes. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. It was clear that Penelope was more than upset, and he honestly couldn't blame her. It seemed that she had no recollection of who she was, or if she was even alive. Paul firmly believed that she was not. "Listen to me, Penelope, your hand went through a doorknob, you have no clue why it happened."
"There has to be some sort of explanation."
"You were invisible last night! How do you explain that? If you're not dead, then I..."
"No!" Penelope screamed. She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles were white. Her green eyes were glistening with unshed tears as she glared angrily at Paul. "No, I'm.. I'm not...I.." she diverted her gaze to the ground, attempting to hide the wet streaks that were now coursing down her cheeks.
"Penelope..." Paul said softly. He stepped closer to her, reaching to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. He inhaled sharply when his hand slipped right through."Penelope..." He repeated, his voice taking a much softer tone.
Penelope lifted her gaze to meet a pair of sympathetic blue eyes. "Oh God...I'm..I'm dead aren't I?"
Paul shook his head. "I don't know, I'm every bit as confused as you are. But, I can help you find some answers. You deserve at least that.
"You don't have to help me, you know."
"I know I don't, but I want to." He replied as he walked over to the counter and grabbed his laptop. He set it down on the table and took a seat.
"What are you doing?" Penelope questioned.
"I'm helping you." Paul typed in his login and password and waited patiently as his start up page loaded. "Have a seat Penelope, er...float? Whichever one works best for ye." His lips lifted in a slightly crooked grin as the words escaped his lips.
Penelope couldn't help but giggle at the tenor's comment. "Very funny. But seriously, what is the internet going to do? Last I checked, social networking sites don't post obituaries."
Paul's grin faded and he quickly diverted his gaze to the laptop, clearing his throat. "Yes well, google seems to be an effective tool. Now, what's your name?"
"You know my name!"
"I meant your full name, Penelope."
"Penelope Elizabeth Fisher." The younger woman replied, rolling her eyes. "Why do you need to know?"
Paul typed in her name and hit enter before turning his attention back to Penelope. "I'm searching your name. I'm bound to find something about you online. Newspaper articles, special, awards, anything."
"Pfft, I doubt it."
"Really now?" Paul questioned, smirking slightly. "Because I think I found something." He began to read the article. The tenor's smirk quickly turned into a frown as his eyes scanned the words. "Dear lord..." He whispered.
"What is it?" Penelope questioned. No response was heard from the singer. "Paul? What is it? What have you found?"Instead of receiving a verbal response, the laptop was moved so that she could clearly read the article.
A weekend in the Hamptons has ended on a tragic note for four young adults this evening. At approximately 8:30 p.m a black Ford Mercury Tracer was involved in a head on collision with the silver Kia Soul that was carrying 22 year old Allison Brooks, 22 year old Jared Asher,24 year old Gabe Sanders, and 21 year old Penelope Fisher. New York residents Brooks and Asher were found dead by the time paramedics had arrived on the scene. Sanders and Fisher were airlifted to the hospital at NYU where both are being treated for life threatening injuries. Unfortunately, the passenger in the Ford Mercury, Patrick Carden did not survive the accident.
Penelope tore her gaze away from the computer, not needing to read any more of the article. "So that settles it, I suppose."
The tenor turned to face Penelope, quirking an eyebrow. "Settles it? What do you mean? We've only discovered that you were in a car crash. That doesn't settle anything."
"The article says mine and Gabe's injuries were life threatening, and I'm basically a ghost...It doesn't take much thought to put two and two together, I'm dead."
"This confirms nothing!" The singer muttered. He turned back to his computer, typing in Gabe's name as quickly as he could. Once he found the information he needed, he closed his laptop and stood, pushing past an upset Penelope and rushing back to his bedroom.
Moments later he returned, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He instantly grabbed a set of keys and his phone off of the counter and started heading toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?"
Paul stopped at the door, glancing back at Penelope. To find out more about you. "Are ye coming or not?"
The ghost nodded, following Paul out the door and down the steps of the apartment building onto the busy New York City sidewalk.
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Post by orinocoflow on Oct 2, 2011 0:06:38 GMT -5
Great update! wonder what he discovered! update soon please!
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Post by CelticPrincess24 on Oct 2, 2011 9:32:26 GMT -5
Oooh... I bet he's going to hospital!!! What's up with all the weird symbols though? Update please!
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