5/24/2023 0 Comments Blood & Spirits by Dennis Sharpe![]() I pull my face out of the hole it had been planted in, letting plaster dust fall, coating my chest and legs like snow. I've never met others that can actually touch things physically, they must be fairly potent. These things are like Lucy the disembodied dead who haven’t moved on. “For a shadow, you hit like a sledgehammer!” The words barely escape before something else slams into the base of my skull embedding most of my upper body in the wall and all but removing my head. Being hit by a car doesn't even compare to this, and I didn't even see it coming. It’s almost a full second before my body registers the actual pain of the blow my stomach just took. I’m suddenly in the air, and moving backward rapidly toward the wall. Lost in the surreal sight of them for a moment, I inch further into the room without noticing that some were now moving behind me. It’s like shadows were cast and left behind to do as they please. There are silhouettes of people, but I can see through them. ![]() ![]() There’s a tingling sensation up my legs and back before I can even really focus on the parlor’s details. “Inching into the room, it’s clear something is wrong here. ![]()
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