and stuff?” Steve opened the laptop back up, and opened the search
engine.
“So”, Steve began, “We know you can affect electricity.
You can move objects, as we’ve seen by the pizza. What else can you do?”
“Well I can create an EMP by exploding, though I don’t
really want to do that again”, I laughed. “It seems to have taken me a few
months to get over it, clearly.” Michael relayed what I said and Steve made
“uhuh” noises.
“How about noise?” he suggested. “Can you make yourself
heard?”
“Well apart from you Michael I haven’t been able to talk
to anyone else.”
“I don’t think he means talking to us. Can you make
noises with objects, or hitting things maybe?” Michael suggested. I looked
about and walked over to the wooden cabinet that held a gaming console.
Focusing on it, I tapped my fingers against the wood. “Anything?” I asked
Michael, who shook his head. I tried again, focusing harder on how I remembered
what it should have been like to feel the wood beneath skin.
Tap, tap, tap.
Steve’s head looked up from his laptop. “Was that Sharon
or someone at the door?” he asked Michael.
Michael smiled slowly. “That
was her; that was Sharon! Do it again.” I grinned and tapped the cabinet again,
but this time I scraped a fingernail across it too, so there was a tapping and
scratching noise.
Steve was still tapping in the
engine searches, as I tapped out a tune for Michael, who clapped and whooped
with encouragement.
“Ok, guys, erm and ghost. We need to find out if we can
get Sharon to actually make a noise herself. This website says about strange
noises, like moans and groans made by ghosts. You think you can do that?” Steve
was looking to the corner where I had been tapping earlier, but not really
seeing me. I shrugged. Michael urged me on with arm gestures.
I feigned a cough, as though
clearing my throat ready for a performance and made a “wooOOOOooooo” noise that
I assumed a ghost would sound like. Michael burst out laughing, one hand
covering his face as though he was embarrassed for both of us. I could feel
myself twitch. Blushing now was obviously not going to happen, so I shifted my
feet. “Hey, don’t laugh! You’re so mean!”
“Hahahaha, sorry, that was just brilliant. Shame Steve
couldn’t hear it, haha!” Steve raised an eyebrow. “Try again”, he said.
“Sorry Michael but I can’t look at you and do this, it’s
embarrassing!” I spun around so I was facing the large window at the front of
the house. Seeing the world outside I watched as a cat jumped onto the outer
wall of the small stamp-sized garden. Its lithe body balanced perfectly on the
narrow wall, and looked to the window, sensing my presence. Its brown eyes
pierced through me, then rubbing its ear with a front paw, it continued on its
way. I took a deep breath, and tried to emanate a moan from deep within me.
It started off deep and quiet, but as I focused more on
the depth, my form shivered and flinging my head back, I let out a striking
wail, getting higher pitched then dropping as my arms stiffened at my sides,
fists clenched.
“HOLY SHIT!” Steve shouted, covering his ears. “STOP!
STOP!”
As I screamed, Steve’s cry was
a voice in the background. This was exhilarating. Who knew that being dead was
going to be so interesting?
“SHARON!” I heard my voice and spun around, still making
a wailing noise, I faced Michael. He jumped back from me, fear spread across
his face, hands on his ears trying desperately to block me out. I stopped abruptly,
seeing the look on his face bringing me back from the excitement.
Both men, suddenly dropped
their hands, and sunk into their chairs. “Dammit, Sharon that was loud, a bit
too loud.” Michael scolded. Steve just nodded. “That was good, but let’s try
and keep our hearing thanks.” He laughed nervously.
My hands clasped together in a
nervous gesture. “God I’m so sorry, I, I, it was so amazing I didn’t