I stood in front of my door. Interesting, he was less than two feet from me, and I was holding it together. I rested my hand on my doorknob, placing my foot as close to the threshold as I could to make sure I had contact with the sea salt just in case. “So that’s your plan? Find her and force her to be with you in the afterlife? Wow, you killed her! How could you be so blind? She doesn’t want you. She broke up with you. She is over you. Move on alone. Because that is what you will always be. You made that choice.”
“She has to be with me,” his words sounded weaker. Airier, maybe?
“Why would she be with her killer? You murdered her! You killed her before her life even started! Go away Brock!!! You are not welcome here!” I sent energy towards him, expelling him from here, trying to push him over to the other side, visually trying to shove him through an imaginary door. I tightened my eyes, directing all my energy.
I opened my eyes, and he was gone.
I scanned the hallway, seeing two girls at the end of the corridor. “Sorry, everything is fine,” I said.
They looked at each other, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I just,” Just what? “I just was telling someone they needed to not be here.” I turned toward my door. Ugh.
“Who were you talking to?” The one girl’s eyes were wide with wonder. They walked fast down the hall to get to me before I slipped into my door.
What was I supposed to say? “Um, it’s complicated.”
“You said Brock, right?” the wide-eyed girl asked.
Awesome, they were not going to let this go. “Um, yeah.” I turned the key, trying to get the lock to open.
“My mom went to school here in the early 80’s. She told me stories about some guy named Brock. He was crazy.”
I got the door open. “That’s wild. Same name. I gotta go.” I shut the door in their faces, smiling nicely. I tossed myself on my bed. Even though it wasn’t that late, I felt completely wiped out. Super naturals drained me completely. I closed my eyes, just thinking about everything that had transpired.
What a day.
My phone woke me up.
I groggily reached for it, disorientated. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I had no idea how long it had been.
Tyler was checking in, as he said he would. He sounded like he’d had a few drinks with the guys. I told him good night, and we made plans to connect the next day. We still hadn’t been able to get very far with his grandpa, and I was determined to try again.
I stood just inside the doors of the auditorium building. I hadn’t been able to sleep in like I wanted, but I imagined that Tyler had needed the extra rest. I sat in one of the tall chairs in the foyer with my feet curled up under me. The wall of windows made the building chilly. I played on my phone, casually waiting for him to get there.
Noises came from the basement, and I feared we were not alone. Listening intently, I tried to make out what they were saying. Slowly, I tiptoed over to the stairs, looking down to see if another group had the building booked.
The door at the foot of the stairs was filled with light and music. The frosted window reflected lights, strobing. The rest of the basement was dark. I turned back toward my chair and smiled as I saw Tyler head towards the building. His hat pulled low and his shoulders slumped slightly, I laughed at his obvious hang-over look.
I pushed the door open wide, allowing him to come in. He wrapped his arms around me as he entered, and I laughed again as his face found mine without a word. His lips smashed against mine, trailing to my ear and down my jaw.
“Good morning,” I breathed at his obvious sidetracked plan.
“Good morning” he broke from kissing me long enough to simply whisper the words.
“Tyler, we are not alone,” I pushed him back slightly, glancing out the solid glass building front to see if anyone had caught out little show.
He cocked his head, “We’re not?”
I shook my head, pointing to the stairs and then my ear.
He wrinkled his forehead. “I don’t hear anything.”
My face smoothed as I listened again. I could clearly hear the bass of the music. I took his hand and walked quietly to the top of the stairs. The door reflected lights and music coming from the room. “See?” I pointed, wondering how hungover he was.
“Savanah see what?” his words were not hushed. He spoke clearly, “I don’t hear anything, and I don’t see anything.”
I looked at him and then looked back down the stairs. The window was dark, and the music had stopped.
He dropped my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist. “So, I take it, you were the only one who could hear it?” His question didn’t need an answer. It was obvious now.
He pulled me close again, “My very own circus act!” He kissed my forehead, “You are so cool.” He pulled me tighter, smiling against my hair.
I rolled my eyes, although he couldn’t see. I hadn’t had any spiritual encounters in this building besides his grandpa. I gazed down at the door at the bottom of the stairs. It made me a bit uneasy when previously safe areas became not so quiet anymore.
Then again, I faintly remembered that door filled with activity on another day. Maybe I had encountered it before and didn’t even realized it.
“Let’s see what we can find out.”
The door indeed, stood dark as we walked by it. No music, no light. I sat on the sofa still
