Night Walker

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Len

Drifting is like dreaming. Nothing feels too real or looks real. People and places blur by like images when fast -forwarding through a movie. This is how we ghosts travel from place to place. It is absurd to think that ghosts only haunt the same place forever. If I had to do that then I would lose my mind. Watching time go by without you is depressing but spending it in a run down apartment building is closer to hell than anything.
No one noticed me as I drifted in and out of buildings and streets. Philadelphia hadn’t changed much since I have died. Same dirty streets, same sluts on the corners, same drug dealers, and same gangs only with different leaderships. This was the world I left behind a littler over two years ago. At some point I had to start on my plan for revenge but for now I need to fry a bastard for messing with Kana.
I had hated Kana when she first moved in my apartment. Some smart college student, upbeat and happy, god did I hate her. Someone coming into my home was bad enough, but some girl rubbing it in my face that I practically didn’t exist, that was the line. I did try anything to scare her out of my home. Stuff disappearing, breaking dishes, and shit like that. But nothing worked on the damn girl. Only finally did she get fed up with my antics did she confront me.
At first I was confused when she looked directly at me and glared. I wasn’t sure if she could see me or not. But when she started yelling at me I knew she could see me. It turned out she could see me all along but decided to ignore me. I think she had some bad experiences with other ghosts or at least what I thought, she would never tell me anything about other ghosts. I couldn’t blame her; some of those bastards would bug special humans to no end. I hate people that force their problems on others; other ghosts are the worst of the worst.
“Oh I died…I don’t want to be dead…oh help me…shit like that” I didn’t want to die but I didn’t complain about it. I’m dead what’s there to do about it. Well Kana can see me so it isn’t so bad. So we started talking or at first arguing about me getting my ass crossed over. Yeah like that was going to happen. But she eventually gave up and I decided to keep her around for entertainment. Only a few months later did I decide that I was not going to let her go. I had grown fond of her presence and fiery personality. Besides I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss human contact. In some sense Kana made me feel alive, and I can tell you, for a dead person there is no better feeling in the world; I wanted that feeling always, I needed that feeling. Maybe this is why ghosts cling so hard on the living, that intoxicating feeling of existence.
She was mine. Mine to cling to, mine to hold, mine to protect. She is my light; the only thing connecting me to this world so the devil can’t drag me down to hell yet. I was going to be damned if some son of a bitch was going to make her sad, break her heart. No the bastard was going to pay for making my Kana cry like that. I hated to see her cry.
“Get ready Chris, your worse nightmare is coming…”

The jackass’s apartment was much bigger than my own. It was a wonder that Kana didn’t move in with the prick, not like I would such a thing to happen.
I bet he does a lot entertaining in this place, I thought bitterly

The sound of the shower running caught my ears. I smirked “Well a shower scare is always classic”
I floated towards a door left ajar. Warmth drifted from the small opening. It was a typical male bathroom nothing special. My prey’s form cast a dark shadow on his white shower curtain. I smirked as a devious plan formed in my mind. I began sucking up the heat that floated around me, giving my ghost body energy. I suppose a ghost is like a steam engine; we gather heat to form a more solid body, but the auras of the living work better in creating a physical form. However, the limited energy I had to work with would serve my purpose fine.

Chris

The hot water felt good on my dirty body. I didn’t the chance to wash up after my after class session with Mrs. Brown. I couldn’t help but fuck her she was so sexy not to mention I needed the grade. I felt some guilt in having sex with another woman. Kana was my soon to be bride, but some things she couldn’t give me. We have only had sex twice…she insisted that since we going to get married that we should wait to start again, something about making it more meaningful. Whatever, I needed sex but I wasn’t going to force her. Besides what Kana doesn’t know won’t hurt her, after all I did love her.
A shiver ran down my back as a sudden chill drifted through the air. I ignored it. Suddenly a shadow appeared on the other side of the curtain, clearly male.
“What the hell!” I exclaimed pulling back the curtain ready to face the intruder, but nothing was there. It was like the person had disappeared without a trace or was never there.
I had to calm my beating heart. May be the steam was getting to me? I thought. I turned off the water, and then wrapped a towel around my slim waist. Stepping out of the shower I peeked out the bathroom door just to make sure I was indeed alone. I ran a hand through my wet short brown hair. I proceeded to wipe the condensation off the mirror, but the face that greeted me wasn’t mine. A solemn face with dangling bangs and cold gray eyes stared back at me.
I jumped back in surprise; in a blink my own horrified face was back in the mirror.
“What the hell is going on here!” I asked aloud. Suddenly the bathroom door flew open. An icily cold wind blasted through the doorway.
My heart began to pound in my chest; Goosebumps cover my arms and legs. I got the feeling that I was not alone in my apartment. Against better judgment I peered out into the dark hall. I saw nothing but darkness. With great hesitation I stepped into the hall. My senses at there peek; ready to detect the slightest movement or sound. I started down the passageway slowly. A serve shiver ran up my back as my foot came into contact with something ice cold. In the dim light from the bathroom I saw I had stepped on a wet footprint. Looking on as far as the yellow light could reach I could see a trail of human foot prints made of water leading into the living room.
My breath caught in my throat. Someone was in my apartment. I peered drown the hallway.
If I could make it to the kitchen I could get a knife, I thought.
Inhaling a deep breath I continued down the hall till I reached the end. Thankfully I reached the light switch. With a click welcoming light filled my living room but revealed no one to be there. I looked around in confusing.
“I could have sworn someone is here? Could I have imagined it? No way, those footprints prove that someone is here. Okay the plan get to the kitchen get a knife and check around. I planned in my mind. I glanced at my front door. All the locks were fascinated just like when I lock them. Nothing was disturbed, but me. This was beginning to really freak me out.
My thoughts were interrupted when the lights started to flicker on and off till finally the room went black again. Fear started to fill my body; I was ready to bolt to the kitchen when movement caught my eyes. Focusing to the change of light I made out a man standing in the middle of the living room. He was dressed in some black button up shirt with a pair of worn blue jeans, and had no shoes. For the moment his head was tilted down so black hair hid his face from me.
“Who the fuck are you? How did you get in my apartment?” I asked anger clear in my voice.
He gave no answer just moved to lift his head. I body stopped dead as slate colored eyes stared into mine, malice dancing in those irises.
Slowly feeling returned to my limbs and was ready to run to get that knife. But in an instant the young man in front of me faded away to nothing. Shock filled me, he…he just disappeared.
“What the hell?”
Out of the blue a cold touch was placed on my shoulder. There he was! Right next to me! I immediately dashed away from him, retreating into my living room but not taking my eyes off him.

Len

The delicious sight of fear, how I missed that power, the control you have. The breather (a term Len uses for the living) look like a frightened rabbit cornered by a snake.
Pathetic worm
The breather looked around and grabbed a book. Without warning but not unexpected he chucked at me. Of course there was no reason to dodge it. The heavy book sailed through my chest and landed with a noisy thud on the floor behind me. The man eyes went wide as he backed up further from me.
Just what I want you to do

I slowly started walking towards him; face expressionless making him shrink back in fright. I was excited and disgusted at the same time. The power of fear is what I used when I was alive to rule the nastiest gang to hit Philly, however, it disgusted me to see this coward, a miserable worm be the man that hurt Kana so badly. My face darkens as fun was replaced by my anger.
“What…what are you?” he shuddered
A smirk spread across my face as I approached. He as planned backed so far from me he pressed against the glass of a large window. The window itself had severely iced over thanks to me, making a small cracking sound as weight was being pressed against it. By this time I only stood a foot away from the breather.
“I’m dead…” I simply answered
“What do you want?” he asked clearly terrified
I leaned closer to him as the window reached its limit “Stay away from what’s mine asshole or you won’t live long…” I stated low with venom dripping from each word.
He eyes went wide as the window shattered and he fell out. Glass sprayed into the air and his scream echoed through the night air. I heard a soft thud on the pavement below and a few yells and cries from pedestrians below. I smile proudly at my work. Ghosts can’t really hurt anyone but it doesn’t mean that people can’t hurt themselves due to ghosts. As I started to fade away to return to my home and to Kana I felt sad…
“Too bad he only lives on the second floor. I guess life is still wasted on a scum”

I drifted back to my home. Kana had fallen asleep. Her hair fanned out on the pillow and sheet only covering her slander waist. The moonlight floating through the window made her golden skin glow sliver like a goddess. Kana may not be the beauty like the many other girls that I have stole hearts from. In life I wouldn’t have given her a passing glance but as a ghost I see more than outside beauty, I see and feel her aura, the eternal glow of her soul that gives me warmth. What I feel for Kana isn’t love, but need. I need her to feel existence. As long as I hold on to her with her strange beauty than death isn’t too bad
“My little butterfly, soft and fragile. Flutter like a snowflake just for me and no one else” I said aloud. Lord listen to me. Who ever thought I would utter poetry again. Sister Rose at the orphanage always said that I could go far with my poetry and voice. “You have a voice that would make the angels weep with joy…” is what she said. To bad I didn’t honor that dream, no power is what grabbed me. If I ever transcend to another plane it would be hell. I’ve taken life, crushed all in my way without shame.
Looking down at Kana I see what I really miss. The innocence I abandoned for something that in the end lasted only a heartbeat. But what does it matter…I wasted life better not waste death.
A tear escaped from Kana’s closed eye, sliding down her cheek. I leaned down to kiss the tear away. The small little orb barely reacted.
“Chris…” uttered Kana in her sleep. A sad smile spread across my face for some reason. Maybe its because she said the name of the bastard that hurt her or is it in some sense I wish with all my might that it was my name to be whispered by those lips. I shook off the silly thought. All ghosts long for something they can’t have, I’m not going to be that pathetic. I started to fade into my dream. A ghost can’t hang around all the time so we drift into a space where only we can go. Each dream is unique like a fingerprint. I will stay there till I want to come out. In some sense it’s like sleeping. I will regain my strength so I can perform more mischief. I faded to my dream leaving Kana till morning.
“Night butterfly…”


Len Venile (a.k.a. Steel Eyes Len)
1979-2003
Age 25
Parents- unknown
Wanted for outstanding criminal record including murder, robbery, assault, gang related violence, etc.
Missing since 2003