The musical was called Fading Light and was about this young woman who was brought up to believe that magic was a fantasy and that all magical creatures were myths. She had bought into this so deeply that when magical things began to happen around her, she refused to believe them.

Every time she saw something magical and denied it, she would start to fade away. At first her denial is played off as humorous but as the musical goes on the more it is played as tragic. When she had nearly faded away it is like her eyes are opened and she is able to see a mystical world around her.

She is given the option to seek out the dying light and come back from being a faded one. Or to fade from the living world and become part of the mystical realm. She goes through different trials looking for what the faded light could be. In the end, when she finds it, she realizes that her life hadn’t made her happy. Her journey looking for the faded light had been a fun one, and she chooses to stay.

At the end of the musical I stretch. I wonder if I should compare myself to the musical’s heroine? Was I also in a mystical land, just ignoring the magical things around me? I mean, being here it did feel like I left the land of the living.

I look down at the two cats “you two would tell me if this was the land of the dead right?”

Bastet looks at me, slowly blinking “don’t worry you would know. Anyway, you would be afraid of us. Or I would have already ferried your soul.” She pauses as if to go on, but instead begins licking her paw.

“We like you. Be sad if you were scared. Pet me?” Anubis asks while rubbing his head against my hand.

“Thanks guys, very reassuring.” I think? Part of me still wonders if I’m dead.

It had been a long day, and I didn’t feel like I wanted to go to bed yet, but I wasn’t sure what I should do. I ponder for only a moment and decide to head to the garden, but first I grab my journal. It felt like a good place to be as I went through my thoughts.

Walking in I draw in a deep breath, enjoying the feel, and the fragrances. I let my mind wander as I sit think about what to put in today’s journal entry. I wanted to stick with just the facts, but I felt that it was getting hard to decern what those were.

I think about; people that I knew, places that I had wanted to visit, the way I thought my life could have ended up, either for better or for worse. As my mind is ought to do, it turns down dark alleys and trails.

Mistakes I had made and hurt I had caused. I feel the self-doubt churning in me, could I actually change my life? Would anything be different now that I left, what about after I got back? Did I even want to go back… where else did I have to go?

I don’t know how long it takes, but I shake myself out of it. Deciding that these thoughts served very little purpose, I let them go and was happier for it. There was no reason for me to continue to beat myself up about my mistakes. I look at the still closed journal on the table.

Finished thinking about the past, I turn to how my life is now. Surrounded by ghosts in a haunted house. That thought was so thrilling. I had been living in this house for a few days now, but I hadn’t taken the time to think about how I felt about it.

I mean being here is an incredible experience and one that was completely out of the blue. It also is saving me in a lot of ways. BUT! I hadn’t known that I would be living with ghosts. Would I have agreed had I known?

Now that I am here, I am not scared but instead am having fun. I enjoy seeing what little things are going to happen. I really want to know more about Noah. And are there going to be other ghosts?

If Noah is the only one, then that’s good too. But it would make it very obvious who the other living being is and that doesn’t fit the experiment. Also, what about the other rooms? Clearly, they belong to other ghosts, or beings?

No, no I don’t think that Noah is the only ghost here. I think that he is the only one active, which I believe Noah had already told me. I wonder what they are going to be like? Are they going to have a cute and sweet personality like Noah? Or are they going to be vengeful and want to hurt me.

I really hope that it isn’t the later one. I am grasping at my life and wanting to take hold of it. It would really suck if it were to end now. Death by pissed off ghost, which is slightly better than death by bucket.

That is not how I want things to end for me. On that thought though, if I die here will I become another ghost living in this place?

“Noah, if for some reason I die here will I end up becoming a ghost living here like you? And how did you end up here? Did you die here?” I shake my head and chastise myself.

“I’m sorry Noah what a rude thing to ask. Please forgive me. I couldn’t know but I am assuming that asking a ghost about the way they died is taboo?”

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Noah sits and watches the musical but finds himself watching Aurora more than the movie. He enjoyed the way she would sing along it made him feel happy. He did his best not to, but couldn’t help blushing about it.

“Got to stay calm” Noah told himself.

He kept trying to only pay attention to the movie, but he couldn’t help himself. He was just drawn to her and couldn’t help but wonder why. Was it because she was pretty? Was it because he was lonely, and she was here keeping him company? He didn’t know, but as he inched his ghostly hand toward hers, he didn’t care.

When Noah hears Aurora asking if she would become a ghost like him, he felt his stomach drop through the ground. “Why are you asking that? Why are you asking me about my death and mentioning yours? Taboo! Probably but more than anything it makes me feel worried about you!”

He wants to shout it at her but didn’t have the confidence. He also had a strong feeling that she wouldn’t be able to hear him anyways. He would just have to keep an eye on her, and hope that the little fuzz balls would do the same.

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