Misty Foresight

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Spectral Folk
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2/23/2015 11:39pm

I'm back, at least partially. Meeting @Lucia Spectre at the gates was the best thing that's happened to me in months! But she hadn't seen @Vazak. Apparently no one has.

When I got to the gates, things were no different. Just those big stone pillars and a huge empty field where the school used to be. Or where the school still is - in some half-off, elevator stuck-between-floors kind of way. But I could see the silhouette of a girl in the fog, sitting on a rock. "Lucia?" I said, and she about fell off her rock!

She said "You can see me?" and then cried and cried in my arms.

Then, she grabbed me by the hand and took me into the school. "Look! See? There's the administration building, and there's the commons!"

But I couldn't see a thing. Just wide empty fields. And I still couldn't see anything when she took me inside the commons. Just a big empty hillside.

"Oh, watch out! Wait! Uh, can you hear him?" "Hear who?" "This boy. I think his name is Matt, or Max. He's saying hi. He's saying it's nice to see you again. Say thanks!" "Uh... Thanks?"

"He kind of looked at you funny and walked away."

So that's when it all clicked. No one can see or hear Lucia, but she can see and hear them. Everyone can see and hear me... but I can't see or hear them. This is messed up. But I suppose I'm halfway there? At least Lucia and I see each other.

Lucia took me back to her room, and introduced me to her cat. The cat is adorable. I guess Lucia is my eyes and ears, and I'm... the person who stands there? It's like that game when you put a blindfold on and your friend tells you where to go. And what to say. Except your friend is invisible.

I'm exhausted. It's time for sleep... and then back to school?








Spectral Folk
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2/16/2015 4:16pm

Oh, my dears!

It seems we (@Vazak and @Lucia Spectre) may all be suffering from the same problem, but in backwards insideout ways.

On locker painting day last fall, I was painting my locker invisible. But then, the whole school and everyone in it disappeared! So I walked and walked, and ended up at the Seven Pheasant Inn, where I've been working odd jobs ever since.

I can talk to the school via this link, but must be stuck in some kind of inbetween channel. Perhaps the two of you are in similar straits? Are we all on the same psychic UHF wavelength?

Maybe it's possible we can actually see each other. When I walk back to school it's just a big spooky empty field - the school's big gates are all that show up for me. If we all met there, maybe we'd all be able to see each other? And I could find my way back? Not sure if that helps with your problems though...

I'll start hanging out there more. Keep an eye out!





12/14/2014 5:07pm

I guess I should be freaking out. Not sure why I'm not. Maybe because it's all been so... cozy.

Days and nights at the Seven Pheasant Inn continue to pass by dreamily. The other guests come and go, but often we see the same ones over and over. @Somsy, DDS, the nice dentist, for instance. I'd never met a traveling dentist before, but apparently he's got a route he visits regularly. There's also Ms. Fisch, who seems to stay a night every week or so. She's a great cribbage player, but I don't really know what she "does." But we hang out at night and swap stories by the fire or play hearts or something and drink hot chocolate and eat popcorn.

Meanwhile, the owner - @gr - has given me some work around the Inn, so I feel better about getting my room and board for free. And he's awfully insistent that stick around. Sometimes I suggest taking the seven mile walk back to where school is... or was... but he always suddenly has some big job for me to get to just then, and then it's night again already.

Ok, about to serve Sunday supper. Looks like the dentist is back!


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11/26/2014 11:05pm

Well, I've been holed up here in the Pheasant Inn for at least a few days. Frankly it's hard to say how long, or to keep track of time here at all. I was just playing Hearts with @Somsy, DDS (the nice dentist) and two other visitors here at the inn and I swear I saw the sun rise and set through the window of the lobby three times...

But the owner of the place says he's giving me the "student discount," and when I bring up about the school fading away like it did he just hushes me and says "tut tut" and goes off to dust things with his old feather duster.

The food is delicious, though. So, I guess I'll just keep spinning my wheels here at the old Pheasant Inn...


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11/16/2014 10:58pm

As far as I can tell, I am the last student on campus. At least, I can't *see* any more students. I can't really see much of the campus anymore either.

Since my last post, the school became more and more translucent each day. And the students too. I pretended not to notice. I don't really have any close friends here, so I just kept to myself, and watched everybody fade away...

Now, it's just a big empty field where the school used to be. It's really pretty, this time of year, with the grasses all brown and the sun all golden. And there's my dorm room, with my bed, desk, and this computer.

It's been getting colder each night, and soon I think even the leftover idea of the walls will fade away completely. I guess I'll need to move on.

I did see another post on the site, however - @gr - General Relativity I am hoping? They mention the Pheasant Inn, which is just seven miles down the road. And some kind of "phield." An energy "phield?" I think it's time to pack up my knapscack and move on.

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11/7/2014 4:42pm

I chose to paint my locker invisible because I was sick of everybody's cliquiness (sp?) and just wanted *out* and so figured it was kind of a statement *and* would help keep me from being noticed. But, exhibit A: Dateline, yesterday. *Everybody* paints their lockers invisible, and then still pretends not to notice me. Exhibit B: Dateline, today. Now the other kids are starting to paint *themselves* invisible. I can see them starting to fade...

And how did everybody make so much invisible paint? It's not that easy, and I figured I used up most of the ingredients they had in the chemistry room.

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11/6/2014 3:30pm

What gives? One day I paint my locker invisible, and the next day so does everybody else? Is this some kind of joke to make me paranoid? Because it's working.

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