“You definitely are a ghost.” Carmen laughed uncontrollably. “You know, I didn’t believe that you could even be possible to exist, but here you are, a void of any flesh and blood ghost.”
“I am not a ghost.” The ghost sighed in an annoyed manner. “Don’t I have to die first to be a ghost?”
“Well, you would say that.” Carmen’s laughter started to ebb down. “I mean, you wouldn’t have been a ghost if you realized that you were dead, unfinished business and stuff.”
“Who told you this nonsense?” The ghost screamed at Carmen. “I know at least six ghosts, and they all know that they are one hundred percent deceased, expired, capot.”
“How come you know ghosts if you are not one of them then?” Carmen stopped laughing and started to study the apparition in front of her. He looked like a man in his early to mid twenties. But the way he was dressed, was very strange, she couldn’t really place it to any time period, and she watched her fair share of period dramas and fantasy to know.
“Because as I am trapped between two realms, ghosts pass by me the whole time.” The ghost rubbed his eyes. “Look, even if I am a ghost, I still need your help.”
“I can’t place your clothes to any time period, when did you die?” Carmen noticed his shoes, was that glass or transparent plastic? Could he be from the seventies of the last century then?
“I am not dead, thank you. But I left my realm in four thousand and sixty three.” The ghost sighed. “But to you, it would eighteen thirty four.”
“Say again?” Carmen approached the fence and leaned forward. “Are you trying to tell me that you had glass shoes in eighteen thirty four?”
“I don’t know about glass shoes.” He shrugged. “These are Plaxine, may be your civilization would invent it in another hundred years or so.”
“Huh!” Carmen reached through the fence, and passed her hands through the ghost.
“Stop that!” He yelled at her. “It messes with my cosmic alignment.”
“Sorry.” Carmen stepped back and raised her hands in front of her. “Couldn’t help it, too curious for my own good I guess.”
“It is all right.” The ghost brushed his hand against his chest where Carmen touched him. “Yet, I really need your help.”
“I don’t know if I should try.” Carmen shrugged. “I mean if you have some unfinished business, all the people that you knew must be dead by now.”
“Please don’t remind me of that.” He slumped and took two steps away from the fence.
“I am so sorry.” Carmen blushed bright red. “I am so callus, you must feel awful, please forgive me.”
“It is all right.” He stared at her with a plead in his eyes. “Would you please help me?”
“All right.” Carmen nodded. “What do you need me to do?”
“I need two liters of blood, fresh, four pounds of fat, and a pound of meat.” He seemed to glow from inside out. “And please, you have to bring those things here before midnight.”
“Very weird unfinished business,” Carmen said in a hesitant voice. “But I will do it nevertheless.”
“Thank you, please hurry.” The ghost was almost shinning by that point.
Carmen decided she would go the local butcher and put the tab on her granny’s account. She started to go away from the fence then turned one last time. “By the way, what would happen if I came later than midnight?”
“You wouldn’t need to come then.” The ghost’s glow dimmed vividly. “Because the world would have ended and we would be both dead.”
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