Chapter 3
Samuel puffs a breath of frustration from his lips, his hands covering his face as he lowered it, the musky scent from his intimate organ lingering on his palms and then hands. He looks up at the bathroom lights and sighs a casual normality.
"You know... You are such a pain," Samuel said, shaking his head slightly with disagreement.
The entity whispers to him.
"I only do what I do to survive. Besides, we have been together ever since birth, we are practically born together."
The entity's sketchy voice fades like a fog.
Samuel stands up, his breath following. He steps out of the bathroom, his feet escaping the white tiles of the bathroom. As he steps on his room floor, he looks through the window panes at the neighbourhood and the dim aqua fog.
In a shock, a tingling burn races within him. He felt like rotten hands caressed his body through all parts, groping something that was physical. He winced at both arousal and pain, his vision turning to illusion and nightmare. It felt like a part of him was being chained out. His body collapsed and a rush of vintage cosmic insight took place.
The first transportation.
"W-where?.. Where am I... What is GOING ON!?"
He screamed, his voice felt like it was being choked by jealous waters and raging vortexes of broken marriages.
"Argggggghggg!"
...
He opened his eyes and saw his own body, although blurry like a camera resolution being poor, unclear, and only pixels. His body was standing near the side road of the neighbourhood he lived in. The time was still a frank night, although it felt different this time.
He felt his heart breathing and hitching, like he was being chased and drowning at the same time. He saw his vision getting closer and closer to his body as his pixels became a quality lance. His body seemed non-physical as he sighted his own back.
His vision got closer, finally reaching his body as if he entered a new realm. He opened his eyes with panting adrenaline, a sudden fear and a shock. He felt both alive and hollow. His vision was different.
"Argh... What happened... Why do I feel so light... So... Wait..."
He touched, looked around, and realised he was outdoors near his house, at the sidewalk of the neighbourhood. The flickering rush from before felt like he had entered a realm. He looked down at his feet and realised his feet were mirroring the ground he stood on, and the skin of his feet was blue. He looked at his hands and realised, widening his eyes, that he was translucent blue. A phantom. A ghost.
At least that's what he thought.
"Am I a ghost... No way I died... Armos, hey Armos! Come out now, where are you!?" he quickened from side to side in fear and deep thought, screaming for the black entity abusing him.
...
"Now, now... It seems you have entered a ghost state. You are in both a dream and reality. You are not part of your body, at least temporarily. It's nothing to worry about, you are not dead," Armos clarified.
The entity appeared with its dark desperation and scent of alcohol and weed. Its wings purred spores of abyss and shoulder horns, an intricate trademark. It flowed to face Samuel directly.
"Nothing to worry about," Armos repeated.
Samuel took a breath, and another breath, as many times as he could to calm down.
"Ok ok ok ok, calm down... H-hooo... Okay. Look, why did this happen?" Samuel asked, crossing his arms, his mind juggling thoughts.
This whole event felt like a ghostly casino, a gamble caused by someone who sought an opportunity.
Armos licked his lips with his forked tongue, his breath somehow touching Samuel.
"Well, I may have done a ceremony, a ritual to separate your soul from your body. You see, outside of the physical there is the spiritual that lives among the physical," Armos said, chuckling with a throaty hum.
Samuel narrowed his eyes.
"What do you mean by that?" Samuel asked.
Armos turned his head from Samuel to the whole neighbourhood as if he was zooming it out like a map.
"Look at the ghostly beings." Armos nodded to the sudden roaming beings within the households of neighbourhoods, going in and out, portaling above and below on the road. A civilisation of them.
Samuel widened his eyes at the blues of phantoms. He could not see them before, maybe because he was still in the lingering effect of the event.
"Now that you've seen a festival of the phantoms, we wait here for a ghost train. I already have a ticket for the train," Armos stated, his spores blinking.
"Why would you do that without telling me, seriously! You threatened me so that I can ejaculate to renew your life for my life, and this whole time you have been gambling behind. And for what!?" Samuel shouted, spreading his arms.
He sneered slightly with both anger and nervousness.
Armos looked at him, his eyes smouldering.
"Well, all this time I have been only with you ever since birth, but I decided to have friends. The friends that are easily accessible. So I did the ritual so that you can be a ghost temporarily, so that I can ac
cess the ghost realm fully to meet with them," Armos said.