Her skin was white. Pearly white. Her eyes were the same green as mine and her brown hair toppled round her face just like mine. In fact...
It was me.
I stifled a scream and scampered out of under the bed where I had been unplugging my iPhone charger. She did the same but calmly and faced me from the other side of the bed. I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times and she was still there.
“What’s the matter Poppy?” She asked me, her voice sounded like mine too, although hers sounded as sweet as honey.
“Who are you?” I stammered. For a moment her face fell then she looked angry.
“I’m your triplet!” She exclaimed.
“Shhh... my Dad will hear you! I don’t have a triplet get out of here” She laughed. It sent chills up my spine.
“Of course I'm your triplet. Everyone has a sibling expect your slightly special in this case... I’m the ghost of your dead triplet” Ghost? I thought. I didn’t believe it ghosts. Seeing my sceptical expression she went on, “At birth everyone has a twin, but it dies before it’s born, some people don’t have a twin though. If you don’t you are born empty. Soulless. I am like your soul. However, you were born with triplets. I died, but two were born which is very rare” I still looked blankly at her. She sighed and stepped over the bed. Although, she didn’t actually touch the bed. She just hovered a few inches above as if walking on an imaginary bridge, “Try and touch me” She said, “Go on try” I hesitated before stretching my arm out to where she deftly landed. My hand seemed to go straight through her, right to the other side, but she looked so solid. She smirked, “Now do you believe me?” I was astounded, how come I had never heard of this before?
“Have you not been told about this?” She asked as if she had read my mind. I shook my head, dumbfounded.
“Should I be warned that one of my triplet sisters would come back to haunt me?” I asked sarcastically.
“I’m not haunting you, I’m here to guide you”
“Guide me through what?”
“There are bad times coming” She wrung her hands, “And it’s even worse that you don’t know”
“Don’t know what? What bad times?”
“The infinite darkness, it’s a time when your conscious will detach itself from your body, and when it does your body will die”
“Is this happening to everyone?”
“No, only a select few”
“Why only a select few?”
“You have been chosen, you have a connection with the darkness”
“How? Is this something to do with the fact I have triplet sisters?”
“Yes and your Mother. When you were born she was taken by the darkness”
“What do you mean taken?” A coldness swept over me, I had a feeling what was coming next.
“The darkness detached her conscious from her body but they kept her soul alive, but weak. Very weak,
she was their experiment. Her soul still lives within her body”
“What about Dad?” I asked, feeling sick at the stomach.
“He doesn’t remember her. The darkness wiped his memory, he only knows you are his daughter. He just
doesn’t know who your Mother was really”
“How do you know all this if you are my dead twin?”
“I saw it happen, I’m dead, no one can hear me or see me but you”
“What does the darkness look like?”
“No one knows, not even I do, the most anyone knows they look like is a shadow, no one has lived long
enough to see a face” I swallowed loudly.
“So they are after me to try and detach my conscious?” Slowly I was puzzling this out.
“He already almost is, I can see him, he is sitting behind you” He? My conscious is a he? When I turned I
startled. A boy sat there, pale skinned and sad faced. He had hollowed eyes, the bones stuck out and
looked like he was dying.
“How long had he been like that?” I gasped.
“He was removed from your body a week ago by the looks of him”
“How long will it be until he detaches completely?” I dared to ask.
“Maybe a month, even sooner if the darkness finds you”
“Where will I be safe?”
“Nowhere is safe” I waited for a moment whilst I waited for it to sink in. I was being hunted by shadows that
want my conscious detached from my body, but they want my soul alive in my body. It didn’t make sense.
“Why do they want my soul alive?” The boy asked. I looked at the boy.
“How did you know I was about to ask that?”
“Well, you were taking so long, I thought I’d just ask it myself, we’ll both find out either way” He shrugged.
I looked wide eyed at my twin.
“You two are still connected, he can read your mind, well, he is your mind but he can say whatever your
thinking any time he likes”
“Okay” I said still very confused, “So why do they want my soul alive but not my conscious?”
“They want you alive to do their bidding but by taking away your conscious means you won’t be able to
think about what you are doing, you will have no emotions, you will live to serve them”
“How can I reattach my conscious?”
“You have to find whatever the darkness wants, that is why they are doing it, to find the power”
“The power of what?”
“Not of something. The power over everything, all the elements, they will stop at nothing to get it”
“She’s right” The boy piped up, “Yes I do have a mind of my own too. I’m already dying, either run now from the darkness or try and find the power and destroy it” Destroy power? Was I dreaming? Had I gone completely insane?
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