I had a really weird dream that had me re-evaluate my primitive instincts.
I was riding on a ship, traveling to a country of promise, a land unknown, with excitement brightening my cheeks. All seemed perfect when I noticed that the girl I most hated was in the same ship. I hated her because she was so full of herself, fluffing her hair and batting her eyelashes to attract men. She was in a corner surrounded by people, flaunting a brand new cellphone that someone had given her as a present. She was rich; she was pretty; she was popular. Bottom line? Everything that I was not.
That night the ship passed a raging storm. Our ship rocked back and forth against the rampaging waves. All the passengers were up on deck to help the crew with whatever needed doing to ensure that the ship will manage it through the storm. I saw the girl I hated, just standing there watching all the people scrambling back and forth on the deck. There was no thought; no premeditation. I acted purely on impluse. I went over to her, knocked her unconcious, tied her arms behind her, tied a ball and chain on her feet and tossed her overboard.
I stared after her at the churning waters, frowning in thought but in reality my mind was blank, ceased of thought. Then again I acted purely in impluse, without thought, without hesitation. I jumped after her, the raging waters swallowing me.
The world under the sea was calm, disguising the reality of a turbulent storm above us. I looked around and saw her form. She was floating, her body was upright, her face upturned to the surface of the water, her long dark hair bollowing behind her. Slivers of light passed her pale face and created an eerie atmosphere against the utter calm of the water all around us. I was looking at her dead form, entranced.
Without knowing how or why, I reached into my pocket and pulled out an object. It was her cellphone, the one she was flaunting to everyone a few hours before. I didn’t know how or why I had it, I just knew what I wanted to do with it.
I flipped open the cover and turned on the camera that was built into the phone. I swam towards the girl and proceeded to take pictures of her in every angle. At her side, front, back, a close-up of the face; every possible angle I could think of. Contented, I swam up to the surface.
I was back in the ship and we landed to our destination. After a while I went to some acquaintances and showed them the pictures I took and developed; pictures of the girl at the bottom of the ocean. They didn’t remark anything out of the ordinary, not even the fact that the girl in the picture was missing. But then someone steered my attention to one picture. It was a picture of the girl taken with her facing the camera, a full body shot. What was intriguing was at the right corner of the picture was a white material, like a long torn gown flowing as if in movement.
I frowned and looked at the other pictures. Sure enough, the white material can be seen in all the pictures, but it was nothing concrete; as if that something was trying not to be photographed, always seen at a corner of one’s eye. As I got to the last picture, my hand froze. What the white material was finally reveleaved. It was looking straight at the camera, it’s mouth wide open as if wanting to swallow it. It looked like a ghoul, a spirit that is in torment, it’s mouth open as if in silent scream.
It was the spirit of the girl.
