I think of Amy at various times, ask myself more questions at other times, and come to two conclusions by day’s end: I have to be with Amy again, and there are no more answers to any more questions.
* * * * *
Night has fallen, and I’m sitting at my bedroom window staring across at the neighboring one. It’s not long until I see the blue glow appear. At first it flutters about the house, making its way through each room as if just getting home. Then, it settles in the window across from me and says in a voice that I’m sure is telepathic rather than audible: “My dear John, I have missed you so much. Are you coming over tonight?”
I waste no time in getting there. No sooner do I close the front door behind me, the presence pushes me against it with her knees straddling my waist. She tells me it’s good to see that I have missed her too and gives me another cold and hot kiss that numbs my tongue and warms my heart.
We engage in our second round of lovemaking, and I’m not as entranced this time and able to remember much more about it. Not only is it a sexual experience that is otherworldly, but it is all-encompassing. Whereas normal sex is performed for its physical pleasure, ghost loving is more spiritual with a feeling of want and need. It’s hard to explain really: even though the warmth of body heat is missing, you still get the physical excitement, and by the act itself, I guess the spirit gains a physical aspect it has been missing. And by doing so, you gain a more complete love: one that is more spiritual for you, one that intensifies and fulfills any void in the soul of the spirit.
* * * * *
Every night for one week straight, I have enjoyed some of the best loving on this world or anywhere else. But as the old saying goes, all good things must come to an end. So, I decide to rest on the eighth night.
On the ninth night, I’m back at my window waiting to see the blue glow. After a time and none appears, I figure Amy is needing a break too. I start getting ready for bed.
I’m having another peaceful sleep; although, I drifted off with a tinge of disappointment. Somewhere during the early part of it, that inner voice comes to me, My dear John, have you forsaken me? I wanted to see you again before I depart.
Even though it comes to me in a dreamlike manner, I know by now it’s not, and my eyes pop open immediately. I’m fearful she means moving on to the next phase in the afterlife, and I dress in a hurry. I grab the flashlight and run next door. Amy is standing by the kitchen table when I enter the house.
“Hey, baby,” she says with a smile on her face, with it more aglow than the rest of her. “I was beginning to think you had grown tired of me.”
I look at her fondly, relieved that I had not missed her. “I could never grow tired of you, Amy.”
She looks at me sadly. “That’s why it hurts me to have to tell you this.” She pats the back of the dining-room chair. “Have a seat, John.”
I take it saying, “I understand your having to move on to the next phase of your spiritual life. I knew it would come, but you showed me how wonderful true love can be.”
“It’s true,” she says. “I am wanted to move to another phase, but not in the way you’re thinking.”
I look at her in a curious way. “How’s that?” I ask.
“I ran into Jody…he was passing through my stage.”
“That’s good,” I tell her. “I’m glad you were able to be reacquainted. How is he adjusting to his spiritual life?”
“Oh, it seems he hasn’t missed a beat. In fact, he still cares as much about me as he did in real life.”
“That’s nice,” I say, not really knowing what else to say.
She gives me the look a teacher gives a student who just isn’t getting it. “He’s moving to a new phase in this life, and he wants me to come with him, to show him around, and to see if we can have what we had in real life. I told Jody I’ve met someone and wanted to run it by you first.”
She waits for my reaction. I don’t show much of one because, for some reason, I have already figured a love affair between two worlds could not be maintained—one that’s way past long distance.
Maybe I can come back.
“I can’t tell you what to do, Amy. Only you know what’s best for the rest of your journey.”
“Oh, John…John,” she whispers in a lower, sexier voice. “Decisions can be difficult even in this life.”
She takes my face in both her hands, my cheeks warmed by her inner glow. “I know if I leave here, I’m going to miss you.” I take one of her hands and hold it lightly, knowing that if I grip it any firmer, my hand will just pass through.
“I feel I’m the interloper here, Amy. You and Jody are reunited in this world now. Maybe it wasn’t meant for two beings from other worlds to intermingle.”
She looks me solemnly in the eyes. “You love me so much you try to make my decision easier.”
I kiss her lips for the final time. “I will miss you too.”
She blinks her eyes and her robe flashes away from her beautiful body. “Would you like to love me one more time?”
“I don’t think that will help either of us,” I tell her. We kiss our last kiss. I pick up my flashlight and leave the haunted house for the final time.
* * * * *
Several days have passed, and a blue light doesn’t appear at night anymore. And I don’t sit by my bedroom window anymore. But I do think of Amy quite often, wondering how things are going with her.
I am a young man, reasonably attractive, and have money; finding female companionship has never been an issue. I could go back to the single bars or resume chatting online, but I decide to put those things behind me. Amy could return. Once a spirit has had you in the sack, you can try, but you can’t go back.
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