I wake up, tears streaming down my face. What was that. What in the world was that. That hell scape! And that memory, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t mine.

I don’t understand how, but I had been in someone else’s memory. The memory of the boy that had been across the way from me. We had talked, that entire week. Any we were both conscious we would talk. For hours. It had been the first genuine conversations that I had had in… Years? Was it years? Nope, it really was years. I didn’t feel like tracking back to see how many years. It was just too painful.

Why had he done it? I wish that I could have asked him. I would give almost anything to be able to ask him that. Why? Why had he pulled his own plug. I would have shouted to him, told him not to do it, that it wasn’t worth it. But honestly, who was I to say that to anyone. What gave me the right? I had no right to say anything to anyone on the topic of pulling their own plug, or…

I get out of bed and start getting dressed for the day. The memory had made my throat hurt. I feel my hand go to my throat then let it fall to my side. That memory was one that I had been trying to suppress. That event led to me getting more psychiatric tests, tests that I didn’t want to do. That was nothing though, nothing compared to the loss that I felt after the plug was pulled.

I go into the bathroom and splash water on my face a few times. Better. I brush my teeth, comb my hair and make my way down the stairs. I felt a little more tired than I had been recently. I think about seeing if there is anything around here that had caffeine but veto the idea. Caffeine can cause med reactions, and that’s just what I need. I roll my eyes and make my way into the kitchen.

“Hey Luke, something smells really good.”

“Glad you think so. I am making pancakes. Bacon pancakes! Making pancakes with the bacon.” Luke sings the last part while cooking.

“I love pancakes especially banana pancakes.”

“Only abominations don’t like pancakes, however I must disagree. Bacon pancakes are the superior choice of breakfast cakes made with a pan.”

“Umm… I guess…” A voice that was too quiet came from behind me.

“One of my favorite songs is all about banana pancakes, anyway I like sweet in the morning not salty sweet.”

“Hey Aurora did you have a friend over last night?” Luke asks

“No, I don’t have friends, aside from you, Noah and the cats. Why would you ask such a strange question pancake man?”

“It’s probably, because, umm…” the voice gets slightly louder but still wasn’t quite audible.

“No reason really, I suppose. I just thought Aurora had a friend over, or perhaps we have a very shy and awkward burglar behind you.”

“Huh?” I quickly spin around hair smacking my face, momentarily blocking most of my vision, I only see a pair of legs. “Who are you?!”

“I’m… I’m” the pair of legs stutters.

“Noah? I can see you! HOLY CATS I CAN SEE YOU!!!”

“I guess ghosts aren’t abominations, because I like pancakes too…” I hear Noah say, slowly getting louder.

I meet his eyes. They were hazel, a gorgeous mix of honey brown and emerald green. His hair was blond, and appeared to be longer in the front, and a bit shorter in the back? I wasn’t sure and felt that flat out staring at him would be rude.

As our eyes meet he flashed me a bright smile, and immediately starts to blush. That was odd. Is he just a really shy person, and making eye contact with someone feels embarrassing? If that’s the case I understand, and I will be respectful. I suppose breaking eye contact would be for the best.

“Umm, good morning? How are you, you know with being visible and all?” I wanted to ask if they were alive now, but that would be too strange. That is not the kind of thing that most people talk about in every day conversation, even if you are a ghost.

“Good morning, and, come on Noah you rehearsed this. And I can see clearly now… since I’m visible… crap that doesn’t make any sense.” He says

“How did you manage to become visible. Is it permanent? Can only I see you? Hey Luke can you see him, oh wait no you already said you can see him.”

“I found a book and it had some recommendation, or guidelines. Not exactly sure which. I followed them and this was the outcome. Also, I think that its permanent? I wouldn’t really know though I’m kinda new to this being a ghost thing. I think that the owner of the cabin was able to see me at some point in time? Maybe I am secretly a wizard. A dead wizard, but a wizard all the same.”

How does he do that? Talk so much, and so quickly, without taking a breath. That was real magic, although not that useful? Useful for rappers, but I don’t think Noah raps. I would be disturbed if he rapped. Noah, please never rap.

“Oh, there she goes, into her head again. Don’t worry just give her a few seconds.” Luke says before returning to the pancakes.

He sounded pretty confused. I guess this all makes as much sense to him as it does to me. Which is none. This made no sense! None of this made any sense!

“Do you think that you can eat?” Luke asks. “I made enough food for three.”

I stare at the stack of food. That was enough for three? No, that was enough for five. How much did he eat? I looked him over again. Nope, not fat, not chubby. Actually, it looked like he worked out. Did he work out? He must work out. While I was going through that mental gymnastics I see them both looking at me. Who said what now? I feel that I must have missed someone saying something.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking what you were going to do after eating. I was thinking about going for a run.” Luke said.

“Nope, no, no thank you, I’m good, not a runner, I use different muscles. I can see how you could confuse running with dancing, but not at all the same.” I respond. “Video games. I am going to play video games.”

“Me too. That. I am going to play video games as well.” Noah quickly chimes in.

Was he… Was he competing with Luke for my attention? That couldn’t be right. I shake my head, Silly self.

After shaking myself back to reality I look over to Noah. “Do you want to play together

then?”

“Yes please!” he responds.

“Okay great! Do you want to play in the living room or in the library?”

“I would really prefer to play in the library, if that is okay with you.”

I nod, “That sounds good to me. I like how cozy the library is. It has a very comforting

feeling to it.”

“You don’t think we will be too close playing on the library television?”

“Not at all. Now then I am going to eat some of this delicious looking food before it all

goes cold.” I say, and slide into a seat at the table, and fill up a plate of food.

I see Noah reach for something to eat, freeze, and retract his hand. “I don’t think I can

eat yet. I think I will be able to when I feel hungry.”

“I guess that makes sense?” Luke questions “and all the more for me!”

“None of this makes any sense. I have given up on expecting it to make any sense at

all.” I state and start eating.

I knew that I could beat up my mind trying to figure out how all of the ghosts and magic in the cabin worked, or I could just be happy that it did work. I enjoyed the idea of magic and mysteries, and I didn’t want to solve them. I am sure most others would be driven mad by not being able to solve the mysteries.

“Even if you can’t eat, it’s nice having you sitting with us.” I say.

“It’s nice to know she hasn’t just been talking to the air.” Luke says, eyes so bright they almost seem to be glowing. “So, what is it like to be able to have a physical form, even though you are a ghost? Did you construct it to look like you? How you wanted to look? How you remember yourself looking? And what is made of?”

“It just looks like me. I didn’t design the way I look.” Noah says, sounding a little confused.

“Did you think about wanting to change the way you look?” Luke asks.

“No.” Noah responds.

“And you think that you will eventually be able to eat?” Luke asks.

“I think that having solid form means burning energy, and burning energy means that I

will need to eat, or poof, back to being a ghost. I think. I don’t know. What’s with all the hard

questions?”

“You are fascinating.” Luke says, staring.

“Luke, eat your food and leave Noah alone. I thought that you said you wanted to go for

a run?”