Chapter 7: Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality
Chapter 7: Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality
Aug 27, 2023
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Chapter 7: "Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of thier reality" -Edgar Allan Poe
"Um yeah I'm a scary ghost BOO!"
"No need for that. I'm a psychic medium. I can see you two and the girl over there” she pointed to Lenore. Something about this woman didn’t sit right with me. She seemed nice but a little too nice. I was starting to wonder what kinds of spells she had in her spell jars. I started to grab Dagon to leave when she stopped us again. “Oh I forgot to introduce myself my name is Dahlia I go by She/they pronouns''
“I’m Kit I go by he/they/it pronouns but you already knew that didn’t you?” I said in a semi judgemental way.
“HI!” Lenore came running over
“Hello little one,” she said, “you’re young to be dead what happened to you?” I was motioning for Dahlia to stop talking but she didn’t.
“Um. . .” Lenore looked down. “Nothing good”
“Oh. I see. You died in a similar way as Kit didn’t you?” Daliah said. She seemed to not understand that Lenore was a child who committed suicide and that wasn’t something she wanted to talk about.
“I um” she turned her neck sideways and held her hand in a fist above her neck insinuating she hung herself. Then she kind of hid in her hoodie and went quiet.
“Oh yeah um sorry about pressing. Anyway! I’m assuming you all work for Satan?” she said.
“Yeah . . .” I said skeptically, “We do.”
“Oh come on Kit calm down she seems nice,” Dagon whispered to me.
“Key word seems,” I replied.
“Okay” she nodded her head. “Oh are those tarot cards?”
“Um . . . yes?”
“The ones satan gave you?”
“Yes”
“And I’m guessing you still only have the major arcana?”
“Yeah”
“Hmm ok come with me and you can bring the makeup too.” Lenore and Dagon seemed pretty convinced they seemed to like her but something about her didn’t quite sit right with me.
“Why?” I asked, I mean I know it sounds very vague but you can get a lot of information out of that one but usually you can get a lot more than you would think.
“To help you learn all that you can do to help . . . unlock your full potential.”
“With what?”
“Oh sweetie,” she said. I wrapped my arms aro my chest and grabbed my shoulders like I used to do before I had a chest binder and got bad dysphoria. I don't know what exactly it was but something about the word 'sweetie' is too feminie and makes me dysphoric.
“Don’t call me that!” I was attempting to sound intimidating. I probably didn’t. I mean my voice cracked halfway through. She nodded then continued.
“You were a psychic during your life and you never learned to harness them through things like tarot cards and pendulums.”
“Come on Kit, what can it hurt to go with her?”
“Have you ever heard of stranger danger?”
“Well yes but in Hawaii we didn’t quite do that I mean how far could you really get we were on islands,”
“Yeah but-“ I started to walk away.
“Kit” Dagon grabbed my hand and my face got really warm. “She seems really nice besides we’re dead she can’t quite do much to us come on let’s go” he started walking away still holding my hand dragging me along.
Life after death . . . always an interesting subject. After Kit Krieger a trans guy commits suicide he finds out that everything he was ever taught about the afterlife was wrong. Follow Kit and new friends Dagon Kalua and Lenore Drakos as they go on adventures to possibly save the world from God and Kit's ex-best friend Bexley Lewis.
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