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realise
what I was doing to you both.”
    Michael shook his head slowly,
side to side. “It’s ok. This is what practise is all about, eh?” I glanced over
to Steve, who was wiggling a finger in his ear. “Seriously though, let’s not do
that again in close proximity”, Steve grumbled. “Got ringing in my ear now” he
complained poking his finger around in it, as if that would help.
    “Alright”, I began, “What next?” Steve tapped again into
the laptop.
    “Well now”, he spoke slowly. “Can you become an
apparition? That seems to be a common haunting occurrence.”
     
    Pondering, I wondered how to
do it. How on earth am I supposed to make myself seen? Michael can see me,
and we still don’t know why he can and not Steve. Michael could see I was
confused. “Don’t overthink it Sharon. We don’t need you to become a full form
like I can see you, just the hint of something there, you know?” I tilted my
head to one side. “Steve, give us an example, a picture or something so she can
see.”
    Steve bought up some ghost images on the laptop, and he
spun it around so it was facing to me. I stepped closer to see the photos, the
monitor flickering slightly as I neared.
    The image I could see was of a
ghostly white figure on some steps. Oh these , I nodded understanding. To
scare people, you would see a hint of a form, a ghost, a shadow, a movement in
the corner of your eye. I looked over at Michael who was relaxed in a chair
eating a slice of pepperoni.
     
    “Try it on Steve” Michael spluttered around a mouthful of
pizza.
    I shook my hands at my sides
as if loosening up for something sporty, which never happened even when I was
alive. I bought an image of a ghost to my mind and waited. Nothing appeared to
be happening so I waved an arm in Steve’s direction. No response. I sighed and
scratched my head thinking. Well I can move objects, I can moan loudly so I
can be heard, if not coherently. I can manipulate things. Mmmmm. Can I
manipulate whatever this place I am in, this plain of existence? It was a
long shot but I scrunched up my face in sheer concentration, staring at Steve.
Still nothing. I’m missing something. Maybe I need to physically make this
void move? I looked up at the ceiling, hearing the crunching noise of
Michael still eating pizza, and watching me as entertainment. Who needs a TV
or games when you can have your very own ghost in training! I mused to
myself.
     
    Trying again, I focused on the
air around me. I could see the swirling movement of it, tiny molecules floating
this way and that, with dust motes clinging on, on rollercoaster journeys
across the room, being breathed in by the living, moved about by the spinning
of the earth itself. I steeled myself, and started to imagine the air around
me, shimmering. My ability to manipulate objects and energy coming into play.
Steve looked up from the laptop, and squinted in my direction. “Whatever you
are doing, keep doing it!” he cried. I tried harder, making the air vibrate
faster around me, and causing my own form to shimmer rapidly. Steve sat up
straight and was staring intently.
     
    “I don’t bloody believe it! I can see something but it’s
so weird. Michael you seeing this too?” Michael was sat upright.
    “Dude, I could see her perfectly before but now she is
moving so fast it’s making my head hurt.” He closed his eyes. “Ugh”.
    I could see Steve staring at
me, so I attempted to move closer at the same time. I was still shimmering in
and out of focus for him but he was tracking me. Yes it’s working I
thought and moved across the living room to the front door, Steve still
watching, disbelief written across his face. “It’s like a floating apparition”,
he spoke to no one in particular. “It was weird, shimmering in and out, like a
phase. Really freaky man!” He had a smile plastered across his face. “Dude, we
clearly have seen way too much freaky stuff, we ain’t even phased by this!” he
gestured to the