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Amorous Wraith, Ch.2

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“Forget Him?”  How did that  note get here, on her pillow?”

 She was suddenly wide awake!  Staring around the room......afraid.  But she was alone.  Who wrote this note?  She went downstairs and checked all the locks.  Everything was fine.... nothing disturbed.  She had the only set of keys, and she had changed the locks.  
She stayed downstairs on the couch.  In the morning, she walked around outside,  looking for any access to the  inside of the house.  
Should she call the police? And tell them what?  She had a feeling someone was 'around', when she was alone.  She found a note on her pillow?   Had Cal or the Girl left the note?  They were never upstairs!
The note appeared when she got a glass of water.  It wasn't there before.
She started tapping the wall looking for false panels and secret passages..  Her 'odd feelings' went away and there were no more notes.  She talked herself into thinking, seeing Cal and the girl, caused some kind of 'break' in her emotional stability.  They went away.  And all the manifestations went with them.  She settled into her routine again............for a while.  
Until she found a stack of cut firewood stacked in a rick one day(where there was nothing, the day before).  She didn't know how it got there.  Then one evening, she cut her finger preparing dinner.  She was running cold water on it, when she 'felt' the 'presence'.  Almost like an embrace, like someone pressing his cheek to hers......and (she could swear) kissing her cheek.  
“Who is there?” she asked, controlling her voice.
Nothing.  Then she could feel arms around her.  A face rubbing against hers, breath on her neck.  Definitely a man's body.  “Whoa!  Stop!  What is going on. ?   You can write notes, explain what is going on!”  she grabbed a note pad and pen.    Slapping in down on the counter top!.  She watched the pen start writing.  
“You know”.    “If I knew I wouldn't be asking”  she answered

“I'm a Wraith.” he wrote  “Stop playing!”  She shouted.  “Can't you speak?” she asked.  

“It is difficult for me to write. 'Speaking' is not an option.”  he wrote.  “Well you don't have any problem with manifesting your presence in other ways!”

He wrote again. “ I'm sorry.  I didn't know how much you could perceive my presence”

“OH?  You didn't think I would  'perceive'  your 'presence' in my bed?”  “Don't you have a 'physical' form?”  “Please ask questions one at a time.” The pen writing again.  Beautiful script-like handwriting.  “How about you answering questions, without temporizing, and insulting my intelligence?” She said.
“Can't you try to speak?”   She listened. ….A sound, like a whisper. “ I heard that.  Try again.”  Louder and deeper this time.....Her name.  “Jane”.   “Better.  Now explain how you thought I wouldn't perceive being 'groped'  and touched  inappropriately,  by an invisible stranger”

Exasperated, He said, “You call that 'groping' and inappropriate'?  I restrained myself”   “OK, so you can speak.” Jane smirked.  
“You were hurt, I tried to comfort you”. He rasped.   “ How altruistic.  Not  even seeking a little gratification for yourself?”  She looked into space in askance.  “It would help to know where you are standing”  “I cannot seem to make myself visible to you, Jane”  He said.
“You Tried?” she asked.  “Of course, I did.  “Come, you finger is bleeding.  Bandage it'    Once again his arms around her.  

“Oh God?”, she moaned.  “ I loved this place.  I sunk every dime I had, into buying it.  Now I have to leave!” she wailed.

 “What?  No!” said the voice.  

“I can't  live here, with you creeping into my bed, at night.  I don't even know your name”  cried Jane.  

“Tristan, my name is Tristan.  I have been so lonely,  I wanted only to be close to you.  To comfort you.

“ You loved that pretty fool!   Yearned for him!.  You are a beautiful Jewel, and he is fool's gold!”  He Blurted.  He hesitated.   “ I hoped we could.....”  “Could what?” Interrupted Jane  “Dwell in some sexual fantasy world, that exists only in your imagination?   I'm not into necrophilia.  You ARE dead.... right?”
 “I haven't harmed you, why don't you like me..?”   “Tristan,  you didn't like the other family.  They intruded on you.  I didn't know you were here,  You've intruded on me.  You watch me.  I have no privacy.  I have less privacy than when I was married to Cal”.  
He just desired you.  He's found someone else!”   Protested Tristan.

“Stop!  I will not discuss the intimacies of my marriage with you.”  You are invasive and crude”  said Jane.
“We are not lovers!  We cannot be.   You cannot maintain a physical form!”

“Anything is possible” he whispered.”

“Not in this case, Tristan”  “You are dead.  Go find a dead girl!”

“I don't want it to be like this.” said Tristan.   “ I am not your enemy!”

“ 'I' still live in a world where both lovers are alive, or should be!”  she said, voice rising.

“Your words are harsh.  They hurt Jane.”  said Tristan

“I HOPED we could grow closer, learn to care for each other.” he said.
 
“WITHOUT SEEING, OR SPEAKING, TO EACH OTHER?” said Jane.

“ Listen Tristan, I just walked away from the most sexy bullshitter there ever was.  He could make me believe almost anything for a while“ she shook her head.  “ I know when a man wants more than 'wanting to grow closer' and 'Care' for me.  Don't try bullshitting me!  Been there, done that!”

“I just wanted you......to”  He began.

“Stop!”    Yelled Jane.  “Will you go away and leave me alone for a while at least!.?  I have to assess things!  
“God, this could only happen to me.”  Tears starting.  “What have I done to deserve this? Crying now.  “ First Cal, now this!” She cried alone this time.  He did leave.

What was she going to do?  No one is going to believe this.  Now, she knew why the people who lived here before, ran, leaving everything behind.   She thought of Cal, then dismissed it!  He wouldn't believe it either.  He would think it was a ploy to get him back.

Paranormal, that is what it is!...did the University, have a Paranormal Department?   She went to her computer and did a search.   Then reached for the phone.   It was ripped from her hand.  “Why Jane?  I'm trying not to 'intrude' on you”.  His raspy voice.  
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