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I'm having writer guilt at not writing enough and not writing fast enough, and so in an attempt to assuage some of that guilt, I'm posting a tiny preview of Ghost Frank part 3. Yes, I'm going to finish the story, believe me, it will happen. Now I just need to write morefasternow.
Gerard's running, and he has to get his feet under him or he isn't going to make it. He doesn't know what's chasing him, only that he has to run. Something is behind him, something coming for him, a shadow just at his heels.
He feels like he is slipping through sand instead of across the shiny wood floors of a sunny hallway. It's his apartment, except that it isn't quite his apartment. He should know the way but he just can't seem to find the right door.
He stumbles, rights himself. The hallway seems to go on forever.
"In here," a voice says, and Gerard ducks into a room around the corner, skidding with his fingers on the jam of the door.
The door slams behind him, and the lock catches. "Thanks," Gerard says, his breath short and his legs weak. He's looking around, but he can't see who called him or who latched the door
"Did it touch you?" the voice asks.
"Not this time," Gerard says, though he's not sure why he says it like that. He can't remember this ever happening before.
"Ok," the voice says, and from some part of the room Gerard can't see steps out - himself. He thinks that he has to be looking into a mirror, but it's no reflection. It's someone else, standing there in front of him. "You shouldn't be here," the other him says.
"You shouldn't either," Gerard says.
"Oh, I know," the other him says. "I keep trying to leave."
They look at each other for a long, weird moment and the other him presses his ear to the door, listening.
"How long do we have to wait?" Gerard asks.
"I don't know," the other him says. "It's never long."
"Ok," Gerard says. "Is there anything we could do?"
The other him sighs. "I usually just talk to Frank," he says.
At the sound of Frank's name, Gerard snaps awake.
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Gerard's running, and he has to get his feet under him or he isn't going to make it. He doesn't know what's chasing him, only that he has to run. Something is behind him, something coming for him, a shadow just at his heels.
He feels like he is slipping through sand instead of across the shiny wood floors of a sunny hallway. It's his apartment, except that it isn't quite his apartment. He should know the way but he just can't seem to find the right door.
He stumbles, rights himself. The hallway seems to go on forever.
"In here," a voice says, and Gerard ducks into a room around the corner, skidding with his fingers on the jam of the door.
The door slams behind him, and the lock catches. "Thanks," Gerard says, his breath short and his legs weak. He's looking around, but he can't see who called him or who latched the door
"Did it touch you?" the voice asks.
"Not this time," Gerard says, though he's not sure why he says it like that. He can't remember this ever happening before.
"Ok," the voice says, and from some part of the room Gerard can't see steps out - himself. He thinks that he has to be looking into a mirror, but it's no reflection. It's someone else, standing there in front of him. "You shouldn't be here," the other him says.
"You shouldn't either," Gerard says.
"Oh, I know," the other him says. "I keep trying to leave."
They look at each other for a long, weird moment and the other him presses his ear to the door, listening.
"How long do we have to wait?" Gerard asks.
"I don't know," the other him says. "It's never long."
"Ok," Gerard says. "Is there anything we could do?"
The other him sighs. "I usually just talk to Frank," he says.
At the sound of Frank's name, Gerard snaps awake.
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