Escaping the Extraordinary- Jolie Dottinger

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A dark, abandoned, lonely corridor. My favorite kind. One, two, three!! I zoomed through the hallway as fast as my legs could carry me, which not to brag or anything, is pretty fast. Opening and slamming one door after the next to satisfy the music brought to my ears: screams. A terrified human, is the best kind of human. People bore me, so I get a rise out of them to amuse me, but after a while, that gets boring. I mean after all, how much can you really do in a hospital? Suddenly at the end of the hallway something appeared. New flesh? I wonder! Cautiously and curiously, I  slowly crept towards her, which isn’t much of a problem to stay secret because I’m always a secret, that’s how it is. Indeed, I was right! There was a girl, young, probably around 16 years old, similar to my age, with glowing apple colored hair and skin that appeared to be almost as pale as mine. Well, that would be pretty difficult to achieve- but you get the idea. It almost looked as if she was looking right at me but I wasn’t too concerned. Ideas racing through my head, I tried to pull out the best one so I darted right at her and instead of passing right through her, I went around and around her causing furious winds and coldness all around. She would have felt like she was stuck in a blizzard, but you know, without snow. I smiled big and wide racing around and around her when out of nowhere I stopped. No screams. In fact, she was staring at me with this judging glance which I did NOT appreciate. YOU try being a ghost, it gets tiring. She interrupted my thoughts with a question. A question my simple brain would’ve never thought would be asked: “What are you doing?” I whipped around left and right. Is she talking to me? SURELY, she can’t see me? I turned back to her face and she was looking right at me, well, technically right through me. Stunned, I couldn’t even bring words to my mouth, all that could get out was, “You- you can see me?” If I were a young girl perusing through a hospital looking for trouble, I most definitely wouldn’t expect to be having an encounter with a ghost, but that’s just me. As if almost confused by my question she responded, “Umm... yeah? I’m Stephanie.” I loved every second of this, she was immensely uncomfortable and I LOVED it. Immediately the widest, evilest smile must have spread across my face as I stuck out my hand to meet hers to shake it. Unsurprisingly, her hand slipped right through mine as our skin tones contrasted and my glow lit up her hand. However, she stared at it as if this is the most exciting thing that’s happened to her in weeks, which, it probably was considering being stuck in a hospital. Her gaze quickly faded as she blurted out, “Are you- are you a ghost?” I instantly replied while tired of the whole “being a ghost thing”, “Duh. Took you long enough” while rolling my eyes all the way to the back of my head. “So what are you doing, scaring people in a hospital?” Realizing she appears to be talking to herself I laughed and yanked her arm and brought us both to an empty hallway. I chuckled out, “You looked crazy talking to yourself. We can talk here. I need your help.” After clearing my throat I began, “So when I was young, probably around 9 or 10 I died in a car crash. I was with my family and while the rest of them survived with severe injuries, I passed. However, this was the hospital I was brought to in an attempt to save my life. I’ve been stuck here ever since. Every time I try to escape, my soul bounces back and can’t seem to leave. I need the help of a living human that can see me to help me find what I need to get out. I’ve been scaring people angry, knowing that’s all I can do to have a little fun. So basically, I’m trapped here and that’s why I need you to help me. Are you in?” I looked back up at her with hopeful eyes wishing to hear what I need to hear. Stunned, she said, “Wait what?” Quickly explaining my story again I instantly read her mind wondering what I ask myself everyday. “Believe me, if I could, I would’ve. Hanging out here got old fast. I’ve figured out that I need help from someone living but so far, no one has been able to see me. And I don’t know if anyone else will be able to.” Finally, words I never thought I would hear rang in my ears lastingly, “Ok, I’m in.” // part 2 coming February 


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  1. DanielleDecember 3, 2019 at 10:33 AM

    Love this and how you each wrote a different perspective!

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