Free The Spirit Who Loved Me: Spirit Whispers Book One by Stacey Virginia Longmuir Page B

it was right in my ear. My muscles bunched under me as I rose to take flight, but all of a sudden he was in front of me, gently pushing me to sit back down on my bed, then he raised his fingers to my lips in a shhhhing motion. His face was amused.
     
    “They won’t see me,” he added. I studied him more closely. He looked like he was about my age, maybe a little older, like eighteen or nineteen. His hair was a sandy brown color like a beach. I couldn’t quite figure out the color of his eyes, but hazel was my closest guess. He had a handsome face, actually, and his lips were rather full for a boy. His face lit up in a smile that made his eyes twinkle, almost as if he had heard my thoughts. He didn’t seem tall either, but it was hard to tell since I was sitting down.
     
    “Why don’t I know you? Do you go to the community college or something?” I asked, ignoring his earlier comment. He shook his head no.
     
    “Well, who are you then? And why are you in my room?”
     
    He gave a little bow at the waist. “Abel, at your service.”
     
    Rationally, I knew I should have been screaming my head off or something akin to that, instead my heart was doing little flips inside my chest. “Abel?” I had never heard of that name anywhere other than the Bible. “And you are in my room because?”
     
    “I’m your Guide. I’m here to help you in any way I can.”
     
    That sounded familiar. I tried to clear my foggy brain. Granny had said something about Spirit Guides in my crazy dream.
     
    “You’re right,” he said. I noticed then his lips didn’t move when he answered.
     
    I let out a groan and plopped backwards onto my bed. “Okay, still dreaming.” I lay still a few seconds before looking back up at him. “At least, I have good taste in my dreams.”
     
    He roared with laughter.
     
    “Hey, take it easy, you’re going to wake everybody up.”
     
    “They can’t hear me, Krystal. Or see me. Only you can. But, for future reference, they can hear you talking to me. To them, it would seem like you’re talking to yourself.”
     
    “Great. I already have such a wonderful reputation,” I mused.
     
    No worries. You will become comfortable talking with me like this . His voice echoed inside my head.
     
    “Oh,” I breathed, “that was so creepy.”
     
    You’ll get used to it.
     
    “I doubt it, I shivered. “Are you, um, like a ghost?”
     
    “No, a ghost is a spirit that has not crossed over to the other side. I have crossed over.”
     
    “Why aren’t you in Heaven, then?”
     
    “We come and go when you need us. I will teach you about it in time.”
     
    “Okay,” I drew the word out slowly, trying to wrap my mind around his words. I gave up. “So, is this your first day on the job?”
     
    “No, I’ve been with you since you were born. You used to be able to see me when you were smaller. I think that stopped around the time you were going on four.”
     
    My mouth hung open. I tried to speak, but nothing would come out. I could vaguely remember having an imaginary friend my mother had tried to get me to give up way back when.
     
    “You had many imaginary friends then. You gave up interacting with us to be socially acceptable at the time. We understood the reasons. But we have still been watching you and helping you at times, even though you weren’t aware of us most of the time.”
     
    “Okay. So why can I see you now?”
     
    “You were blessed with the gift to do this when you were born. It’s always been available if you chose to use it. Your grandmother just helped you to release the blocks you had in place and get your “gears moving again,” so to speak.”
     
    “That’s why she touched my head?” I touched the middle of my forehead with my fingers.
     
    “Exactly. That’s where your third eye chakra is located.” Just when I was wondering what the hell a chakra was, Abel spoke again. “Don’t worry. I will teach you about them later. You should rest now.