Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. I appreciate them so much! :) I
got another *ahem* computer ban for not practising my violin :D. But I'm
back, sorry for the wait.
Chapter Six
We were sitting around the piano, Elizabeth by my side and Jesse on the other side of the room. Janice Macfarlane was sitting by the piano, her frilly skirt trailing off the bench of the stool. Jesse was throwing me distracting smiles as he had noticed that me and Elizabeth were now friends.
Janice turned around. "This song is every farmer's dream," she smiled and turned back to the piano. "A genie helping us out." I turned so Mrs Macfarlane wouldn't see me roll my eyes and all of a sudden there was me sitting in front of the computer looking up things on ghosts in present time. Flicking through the pages on poltergeists and ghosts seeking revenge, skipping past an article on genies. The computer then blurred and Doc's face stared out of it.
"Sam got the part of the genie but it doesn't matter, I'm going to be the producer, Suze!"
I woke up then. I was so confused about Doc actually auditioning for a play that I didn't see the hints. Did Doc audition for a play back in my time? Am I still alive? Then my brain twigged to the significance of it all. The word genie had been mentioned three times. Normally I wouldn't listen to my dreams but I had a strong instinct that this one was a sign and I had already had that one connecting me back to my life. Someone was trying to tell me something. But a genie?
It was then I really wished Doc was here. He knew how to source information like nobody's business. I tried really hard to recall the information on genies so I could compare to what was happening to me. I would either have the main spirit behind this mix up or I would learn that my imagination was way too overactive.
Genies were solitary, no that was vampires. Genies were mischievous and if you got on the wrong side of them they liked causing trouble when they helped you with your wishes. They also could mould to fit any shape but sometimes their personality shone through.
Okay, that sounded a lot like what I was going through here. Think Suze, think. Start with the first bit. Who had I pissed off in my time? I remembered the party, Carrie getting mad at me for making her look selfish and the boy who had killed himself and maybe me. There were two people right there.
And whose personality had I noticed more, Carrie's chirping or that boy's sullen despair? I sat back on the bed, my eyes flitting to Elizabeth. She had been acting pretty sullen over the last week. But then she had been nice and nothing at all like that yesterday.
And then there was Mary-Anne. She certainly liked to talk a lot but maybe that was just her nature. I could ask her and then she would think I was a weirdo if I was wrong. The same went for Elizabeth.
There was only one person I could ask who could help me. I put on Jesse's dressing gown and tiptoed over to his room. I knocked lightly on his door and heard sleepy groaning as Jesse woke up.
"Ssh," I said as I tiptoed to his bedside. Jesse, to my delight, did not sleep in anything but a pair of boxers. I had to stop myself from staring but it was hard. Jesse has one damn fine body.
"Susannah?" Jesse said groggily pulling up the duvet, much to my disappointment. "What are you doing here? At this time in the morning?"
I sat down on the floor and started telling Jesse about my suspicions. Jesse looked thoughtful while I told him what I knew and my evidence for it. "So, what I need to know is, have you noticed any changes in Elizabeth or your mother?" I finished off.
"Well Susannah. My mother always was chatting but maybe she is talking more because you are here. Elizabeth has also been sullen since her boyfriend took off on her."
"Hey, how long has Elizabeth been moping around?"
"A couple of weeks. Why, Susannah?"
"Because if she was mopey before I came the genie must have been around then. The changes most likely would have occurred when I arrived. So she mustn't have the genie inside her, right? So it must be Mary-Anne and the genie must be Carrie." I said, excitedly.
I heard a throat clear behind me. "So you figured it out, I was hoping you would."
The chirpy voice was most definitely Carrie's but when I spun around it was most definitely Mary-Anne standing there, smiling calmly.
"Why did you send me here?" I demanded, slowly getting angry. I was ready to kick some genie butt, I was that mad.
"You don't know? But it was in your dream, in your thoughts afterwards. You made me angry. When your little dead lover boy over there wished you would stay with him, I granted his wish. It's the genie way. But I didn't have to do it properly. You came back in time to stay with Jesse, just the way he wanted."
"You knew he meant for me to stay alive in my time. And I suppose it was you who made me see the dead horse?"
"Yes, I read your thoughts. You didn't want to run into any human ghosts, so instead you got animals. Don't worry you did a good job, the foal is very happy."
Mary-Anne, or should I say Carrie, clicked her fingers and the foal appeared beside her. Instead of a normal glow the horse had a blood red aura.
"Um, what happened to that...that thing?" I stuttered as the horse had plain evil written over it. Jesse took a few protective steps toward me.
"Oh, he was kicked by his mother every time he slept. You mediated him by letting him sleep peacefully on your bed. But when he left to move onwards I went back and got him from Hell. Turns out this foal killed another foal while they were playing. No one would have known he was a murderer, they would have passed it off as an accident, a fluke of nature. Now he is my partner. Anymore questions?"
"Yes, how about why don't you go to hell?" I yelled before I rushed her, ramming her to the floor. I was punching her face with my fists.
"Little Star," she rasped and the foal ran over to me and starting trodding on me with his heavy hooves. In return I punched her hard in the chest and stomach area.
"You bitch," she wheezed and suddenly everything in Jesse's room lifted up and started spinning. When would I learn?
"Susannah," Jesse called. "We have to go. Now."
I tried to move but the foal was pinning me down. Smoke came out of Mary- Anne's lifeless body and suddenly Carrie was standing above me, larger than life. "You. Will. Pay. For. That."
The foal was now suitably scared and dematerialised to leave me with the wrath of one angry genie, and a whole lotta flying furniture.
Jesse rushed over and took my arm and we ran out of the room. In the hallway we bumped into Elizabeth, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Susannah, Hector, what's that noise? What's going on?"
"Um it's too hard to explain," I told her, tugging at her arm, "but we've got to get out of here."
Then the smoke started curling around the door. It formed a giant hand and beckoned towards us. We stood, mesmerised by it. I knew we had to run but I couldn't move my legs. Elizabeth screamed and then the hand grabbed us and we were moving through tendrils of grey smoke.
Chapter Six
We were sitting around the piano, Elizabeth by my side and Jesse on the other side of the room. Janice Macfarlane was sitting by the piano, her frilly skirt trailing off the bench of the stool. Jesse was throwing me distracting smiles as he had noticed that me and Elizabeth were now friends.
Janice turned around. "This song is every farmer's dream," she smiled and turned back to the piano. "A genie helping us out." I turned so Mrs Macfarlane wouldn't see me roll my eyes and all of a sudden there was me sitting in front of the computer looking up things on ghosts in present time. Flicking through the pages on poltergeists and ghosts seeking revenge, skipping past an article on genies. The computer then blurred and Doc's face stared out of it.
"Sam got the part of the genie but it doesn't matter, I'm going to be the producer, Suze!"
I woke up then. I was so confused about Doc actually auditioning for a play that I didn't see the hints. Did Doc audition for a play back in my time? Am I still alive? Then my brain twigged to the significance of it all. The word genie had been mentioned three times. Normally I wouldn't listen to my dreams but I had a strong instinct that this one was a sign and I had already had that one connecting me back to my life. Someone was trying to tell me something. But a genie?
It was then I really wished Doc was here. He knew how to source information like nobody's business. I tried really hard to recall the information on genies so I could compare to what was happening to me. I would either have the main spirit behind this mix up or I would learn that my imagination was way too overactive.
Genies were solitary, no that was vampires. Genies were mischievous and if you got on the wrong side of them they liked causing trouble when they helped you with your wishes. They also could mould to fit any shape but sometimes their personality shone through.
Okay, that sounded a lot like what I was going through here. Think Suze, think. Start with the first bit. Who had I pissed off in my time? I remembered the party, Carrie getting mad at me for making her look selfish and the boy who had killed himself and maybe me. There were two people right there.
And whose personality had I noticed more, Carrie's chirping or that boy's sullen despair? I sat back on the bed, my eyes flitting to Elizabeth. She had been acting pretty sullen over the last week. But then she had been nice and nothing at all like that yesterday.
And then there was Mary-Anne. She certainly liked to talk a lot but maybe that was just her nature. I could ask her and then she would think I was a weirdo if I was wrong. The same went for Elizabeth.
There was only one person I could ask who could help me. I put on Jesse's dressing gown and tiptoed over to his room. I knocked lightly on his door and heard sleepy groaning as Jesse woke up.
"Ssh," I said as I tiptoed to his bedside. Jesse, to my delight, did not sleep in anything but a pair of boxers. I had to stop myself from staring but it was hard. Jesse has one damn fine body.
"Susannah?" Jesse said groggily pulling up the duvet, much to my disappointment. "What are you doing here? At this time in the morning?"
I sat down on the floor and started telling Jesse about my suspicions. Jesse looked thoughtful while I told him what I knew and my evidence for it. "So, what I need to know is, have you noticed any changes in Elizabeth or your mother?" I finished off.
"Well Susannah. My mother always was chatting but maybe she is talking more because you are here. Elizabeth has also been sullen since her boyfriend took off on her."
"Hey, how long has Elizabeth been moping around?"
"A couple of weeks. Why, Susannah?"
"Because if she was mopey before I came the genie must have been around then. The changes most likely would have occurred when I arrived. So she mustn't have the genie inside her, right? So it must be Mary-Anne and the genie must be Carrie." I said, excitedly.
I heard a throat clear behind me. "So you figured it out, I was hoping you would."
The chirpy voice was most definitely Carrie's but when I spun around it was most definitely Mary-Anne standing there, smiling calmly.
"Why did you send me here?" I demanded, slowly getting angry. I was ready to kick some genie butt, I was that mad.
"You don't know? But it was in your dream, in your thoughts afterwards. You made me angry. When your little dead lover boy over there wished you would stay with him, I granted his wish. It's the genie way. But I didn't have to do it properly. You came back in time to stay with Jesse, just the way he wanted."
"You knew he meant for me to stay alive in my time. And I suppose it was you who made me see the dead horse?"
"Yes, I read your thoughts. You didn't want to run into any human ghosts, so instead you got animals. Don't worry you did a good job, the foal is very happy."
Mary-Anne, or should I say Carrie, clicked her fingers and the foal appeared beside her. Instead of a normal glow the horse had a blood red aura.
"Um, what happened to that...that thing?" I stuttered as the horse had plain evil written over it. Jesse took a few protective steps toward me.
"Oh, he was kicked by his mother every time he slept. You mediated him by letting him sleep peacefully on your bed. But when he left to move onwards I went back and got him from Hell. Turns out this foal killed another foal while they were playing. No one would have known he was a murderer, they would have passed it off as an accident, a fluke of nature. Now he is my partner. Anymore questions?"
"Yes, how about why don't you go to hell?" I yelled before I rushed her, ramming her to the floor. I was punching her face with my fists.
"Little Star," she rasped and the foal ran over to me and starting trodding on me with his heavy hooves. In return I punched her hard in the chest and stomach area.
"You bitch," she wheezed and suddenly everything in Jesse's room lifted up and started spinning. When would I learn?
"Susannah," Jesse called. "We have to go. Now."
I tried to move but the foal was pinning me down. Smoke came out of Mary- Anne's lifeless body and suddenly Carrie was standing above me, larger than life. "You. Will. Pay. For. That."
The foal was now suitably scared and dematerialised to leave me with the wrath of one angry genie, and a whole lotta flying furniture.
Jesse rushed over and took my arm and we ran out of the room. In the hallway we bumped into Elizabeth, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Susannah, Hector, what's that noise? What's going on?"
"Um it's too hard to explain," I told her, tugging at her arm, "but we've got to get out of here."
Then the smoke started curling around the door. It formed a giant hand and beckoned towards us. We stood, mesmerised by it. I knew we had to run but I couldn't move my legs. Elizabeth screamed and then the hand grabbed us and we were moving through tendrils of grey smoke.