On the first of January, Lucas happened to be watching The Simpsons marathon with Ronald, when Ramsey appeared. Or more like Ronald was watching The Simpsons marathon thinking he was by himself, but in reality Lucas was sitting right next to him, enjoying his situation. Like, his best friend next to him and The Simpsons on the TV? Being dead wasn’t so bad. From time to time.
Lucas eyed Ronald and Ramsey and followed their conversation with both ears. And finally it seemed to reach its end after they had established that Ransley hated his life, which Lucas already knew because he had been “stalking” the Barlow brothers, just out of curiosity. He wanted to see how they were doing, how Ransley was doing. And despite of the fact that Ransley hated his life and Ramsey, he was doing well-ish. He had gained better control. It was good. The change was little, but at least it was something.
“How are you?”
“Do you really care?”
“I do.”
“I’m fine. Slowly remembering things.”
“I’m glad.”
“You don’t look like it.”
“I should get going.”
“Yeah.”
“Happy New Year, Ronald.”
“Happy New Year, Ramsey.”
Then Lucas watched how Ramsey left using the front door and Ronald sat back down on the couch. Ronald’s facial expression was serene and that’s when Lucas realised that Ronald had reached the final step.
Acceptance.
Ronald had came to terms with Lucas’ death, Ransley being alive and Ramsey saving him. And Lucas wasn’t the only thing in Ronald’s mind anymore and neither was revenge or avenging Lucas’ death. Lucas felt kind of happy to see that Ronald was okay, that he wasn’t wallowing anymore, that he had moved on.
But that made Lucas think… why hadn’t he?
“Alright”, Lucas said out loud in a whim, looking around him. “I’m quite sure my close ones are safe and sound, so… I would like to get out of this… this blurry world and join my grandparents wherever they are... long story short, I would like to move on, thanks.”
Nothing happened. Lucas furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms.
“I said”, he repeated. “I would like to move on!”
Still nothing happened.
Now Lucas started feeling scared. Wait, why couldn’t he move on when he wanted to? Was this all he got? Was this what happens to people after they die? They just stay in the living world as a spirit? Or should he call the blurry place, that he was in, the Spirit world? It was fucking lonely and Lucas realised that now, even though deep down he didn’t mind being able to see his close ones, but still. He wasn’t so sure if this was how he wanted to spend the eternity.
“O, shit”, Lucas said and looked around him once again. “Is this what my ‘life’ is now? What if there’s nowhere else to go?” Then Lucas sat down and let the blurriness take control. He didn’t care how much time would pass, he needed to think. And boi, did he have a lot to think about.
“There must be more to afterlife than this”, Lucas muttered. He realised that maybe there was a reason why he couldn’t get out of the Spirit world.
“Okay, from the very beginning”, Lucas said, speaking to himself so he would keep up with his own mind. “I died. I was in a hospital and I died. Before that my… soul? Or whatever, left my body and I looked at everything as an outsider. When I died...”, Lucas furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember. “When I died, I… I can’t remember anything else but the looks on Ronald and Farrah’s faces. I am, in fact, the stupidest for not paying attention to little things.” Lucas stood up and thought about his family and Ronald; how they had all moved on, more or less. How Lucas slowly faded away from their minds. He made his decision.
“I need to move on, I can’t stay here forever watching how they keep on living”, Lucas said. “I need to get a connection with someone who can help me.”
Time passed as Lucas tried his best to interact with the living world. It didn’t go as well as Lucas had hoped; no one, not a single soul noticed him. He couldn’t move stuff, he couldn’t do anything but stand and watch how everyone continued with their lives, and Lucas felt so freaking lonely. He didn’t want to be there anymore: it had lost all its fun.
“Can you fucking hear me?!” Lucas yelled and tried punching a wall, but Ronald did not react, probably because Lucas’ fist went straight through the wall, making no sound whatsoever. “God damn it!”
Lucas felt so frustrated. Were all those things about ghosts lies, like the things that they can move stuff, appear in mirrors and all that stuff, because the rules sure as hell didn’t seem to apply to Lucas. If he couldn’t haunt anyone, how the fuck was he supposed to get a connection to someone who could help him get away from the Spirit world? The blurry, hazy, lonely Spirit world.
Lucas actually felt beyond frustrated, and he didn’t know if there was even a word for that. He had tried everything. He had tried appearing through the mirrors so Ronald would see him, or his reflection, or something, but no. He also tried to contact a priest inside a church, but he didn’t react at all either.
It was impossible to get a connection to someone who was in the living world and Lucas had started to slowly realise that.
“Am I stuck here forever?” he asked, and then, because no one else would do it, he answered to himself, “Idiot, of course you are if you don’t get help.”
He was so close to losing all of his hope, when suddenly Lucas felt a weird feeling. It was like someone was calling him and pulling him at the same time. He could almost hear his name being called out and it felt like someone was pulling his whole body towards that sound. His every organ was being pulled into same direction and it felt very uncomfortable.
“Alright”, Lucas muttered and stopped resisting. Blurriness took control for a moment, and then he appeared in Emily’s bedroom and what he saw, shook his whole body from head to toe. “Emily?”
His little sister was sitting on the floor by an Ouija board, fingers pressed on the planchette and she was calling for Lucas.
“Lucas? Lucas, are you here? Lucas?”
Lucas felt horrified. What the actual fuck was his little sister doing with that board? Hasn’t she seen any horror movies? The last thing you want to do is use an Ouija board! What on Earth was Emily thinking? How did she even get that stupid board? Did their parents knew? Lucas slapped his forehead.
Of course they don’t know, he thought. They wouldn’t have let this happen if they knew. Emily had distracted them by saying she needed to progress my death alone. She only said that so she could play with a fucking Ouija board without our parents interrupting. She is way too smart for her own good.
Then, suddenly, completely out of nowhere when Emily kept calling his name, an idea popped into his head. What if he…
“Hmm… alright, Emily”, Lucas muttered. “Let’s play.”
Lucas eyed Ronald and Ramsey and followed their conversation with both ears. And finally it seemed to reach its end after they had established that Ransley hated his life, which Lucas already knew because he had been “stalking” the Barlow brothers, just out of curiosity. He wanted to see how they were doing, how Ransley was doing. And despite of the fact that Ransley hated his life and Ramsey, he was doing well-ish. He had gained better control. It was good. The change was little, but at least it was something.
“How are you?”
“Do you really care?”
“I do.”
“I’m fine. Slowly remembering things.”
“I’m glad.”
“You don’t look like it.”
“I should get going.”
“Yeah.”
“Happy New Year, Ronald.”
“Happy New Year, Ramsey.”
Then Lucas watched how Ramsey left using the front door and Ronald sat back down on the couch. Ronald’s facial expression was serene and that’s when Lucas realised that Ronald had reached the final step.
Acceptance.
Ronald had came to terms with Lucas’ death, Ransley being alive and Ramsey saving him. And Lucas wasn’t the only thing in Ronald’s mind anymore and neither was revenge or avenging Lucas’ death. Lucas felt kind of happy to see that Ronald was okay, that he wasn’t wallowing anymore, that he had moved on.
But that made Lucas think… why hadn’t he?
“Alright”, Lucas said out loud in a whim, looking around him. “I’m quite sure my close ones are safe and sound, so… I would like to get out of this… this blurry world and join my grandparents wherever they are... long story short, I would like to move on, thanks.”
Nothing happened. Lucas furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms.
“I said”, he repeated. “I would like to move on!”
Still nothing happened.
Now Lucas started feeling scared. Wait, why couldn’t he move on when he wanted to? Was this all he got? Was this what happens to people after they die? They just stay in the living world as a spirit? Or should he call the blurry place, that he was in, the Spirit world? It was fucking lonely and Lucas realised that now, even though deep down he didn’t mind being able to see his close ones, but still. He wasn’t so sure if this was how he wanted to spend the eternity.
“O, shit”, Lucas said and looked around him once again. “Is this what my ‘life’ is now? What if there’s nowhere else to go?” Then Lucas sat down and let the blurriness take control. He didn’t care how much time would pass, he needed to think. And boi, did he have a lot to think about.
“There must be more to afterlife than this”, Lucas muttered. He realised that maybe there was a reason why he couldn’t get out of the Spirit world.
“Okay, from the very beginning”, Lucas said, speaking to himself so he would keep up with his own mind. “I died. I was in a hospital and I died. Before that my… soul? Or whatever, left my body and I looked at everything as an outsider. When I died...”, Lucas furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember. “When I died, I… I can’t remember anything else but the looks on Ronald and Farrah’s faces. I am, in fact, the stupidest for not paying attention to little things.” Lucas stood up and thought about his family and Ronald; how they had all moved on, more or less. How Lucas slowly faded away from their minds. He made his decision.
“I need to move on, I can’t stay here forever watching how they keep on living”, Lucas said. “I need to get a connection with someone who can help me.”
Time passed as Lucas tried his best to interact with the living world. It didn’t go as well as Lucas had hoped; no one, not a single soul noticed him. He couldn’t move stuff, he couldn’t do anything but stand and watch how everyone continued with their lives, and Lucas felt so freaking lonely. He didn’t want to be there anymore: it had lost all its fun.
“Can you fucking hear me?!” Lucas yelled and tried punching a wall, but Ronald did not react, probably because Lucas’ fist went straight through the wall, making no sound whatsoever. “God damn it!”
Lucas felt so frustrated. Were all those things about ghosts lies, like the things that they can move stuff, appear in mirrors and all that stuff, because the rules sure as hell didn’t seem to apply to Lucas. If he couldn’t haunt anyone, how the fuck was he supposed to get a connection to someone who could help him get away from the Spirit world? The blurry, hazy, lonely Spirit world.
Lucas actually felt beyond frustrated, and he didn’t know if there was even a word for that. He had tried everything. He had tried appearing through the mirrors so Ronald would see him, or his reflection, or something, but no. He also tried to contact a priest inside a church, but he didn’t react at all either.
It was impossible to get a connection to someone who was in the living world and Lucas had started to slowly realise that.
“Am I stuck here forever?” he asked, and then, because no one else would do it, he answered to himself, “Idiot, of course you are if you don’t get help.”
He was so close to losing all of his hope, when suddenly Lucas felt a weird feeling. It was like someone was calling him and pulling him at the same time. He could almost hear his name being called out and it felt like someone was pulling his whole body towards that sound. His every organ was being pulled into same direction and it felt very uncomfortable.
“Alright”, Lucas muttered and stopped resisting. Blurriness took control for a moment, and then he appeared in Emily’s bedroom and what he saw, shook his whole body from head to toe. “Emily?”
His little sister was sitting on the floor by an Ouija board, fingers pressed on the planchette and she was calling for Lucas.
“Lucas? Lucas, are you here? Lucas?”
Lucas felt horrified. What the actual fuck was his little sister doing with that board? Hasn’t she seen any horror movies? The last thing you want to do is use an Ouija board! What on Earth was Emily thinking? How did she even get that stupid board? Did their parents knew? Lucas slapped his forehead.
Of course they don’t know, he thought. They wouldn’t have let this happen if they knew. Emily had distracted them by saying she needed to progress my death alone. She only said that so she could play with a fucking Ouija board without our parents interrupting. She is way too smart for her own good.
Then, suddenly, completely out of nowhere when Emily kept calling his name, an idea popped into his head. What if he…
“Hmm… alright, Emily”, Lucas muttered. “Let’s play.”