Opening my eyes, the blurry lights swam into focus revealing the familiar apartment I'd grown used to over these past few years.
The same large windows, the same deep cherry wooden furniture accented with black and silver,
Even down to the smallest details like the winter decoration dangling from the silver curtain pole.
The fo frosty coating catching the light the same way it always had.
Everything seemed to all be in order, but why did I feel strange?
This slight pull in my chest, and emptiness, like a part of me was stripped away.
And why on earth could I not remember the previous nights events?
"I guess being half poltergeist had it's down sides."
I mumbled to myself.
"Oh well, I mean what can I do about it now?"
I decided I'd just go about my day as normal.
I went to work, then grabbed food on my way home,
My head and funnily enough my chest were both pounding.
Arriving home that night I stepped through the door, clicking it shut behind me.
I heard a slight rustling under foot.
I place the bag of take out down on the corner table by the front door, then returned to the place I had heard it.
Crouching down, I lifted a folded note from the floor.
Crisp white paper unfolding in my hands, my eyes fell upon the beautiful script on the page.
The ink appeared to shift from silver to a metallic deep purple.
For some reason the purple made my head hurt even more,
I yelped in pain and surprise as flickers of images forced themselves in my mind.