#allara

"Allison...." the voice whispered through the wind, echoing among the leaves and the ears the calling reached.

Allison whipped her head to look around, trying to spot the source, having dealt with the melancholic voice for a while now, she tried to know more. Clutching the worn book in her hands tighter, previously found it amongst a hidden book collection of spells with Lydia.

The forest only felt denser and lonelier with no response, Allison sighed and focused on the old words in the book. She had been hearing one soft voice for a while now, seeing a figure of a girl she had never seen before.

If she couldn’t recognize her, what was the purpose? Allison just had to find out what connection they had, after nearing a river with the gentle splashing of running water, she sat down on the forest floor, moon shining above, a chill running down her spine with the wind blowing through trees.

She lit up a few tall candles, carries in her bag, then read over the words in the book, memorized on her tongue and closing her eyes to focus. "Spiritus occulti, velum rumpite, eos qui inquieti sunt videre sinite." She chanted thrice, before exhaling and trusting the words she spoke.

The soft candlelight flickered, she blinked her eyes open to witness the way they suddenly were blown out. The leaves rustled, the faint sound of water splashing down a river. Allison quickly went to the next page to see the instruction, only for it to appear blank, she stared in confusion before the pages began turning by itself.

“Allison.” The familiar whispered again, the book quickly shut with a thud and she pushed it off her lap, quickly lighting the candles again to see into the darkness. “Hello?” She looked around, “Who are you? Why do I hear you?” She questioned, the gentle howling of an owl filling the silence.

Suddenly, she felt chills again, that was an indication that the spirit was present, she had read before. Allison turned with the candle forward, spotting a pale girl before her, head tilted before taking a closer look. "You can see me?" The ghostly voice asked, Allison slowly nodded, as quick as heartbeat, she was more curious than afraid.

"Yeah, I can... I can see you." She took tentative steps closer, revealing the ghost, a young girl such as herself, hair damp, pale skin and worn-out clothes. To prove her sanity, Allison raised her hand up, palm forward as she waited for the girl to try and make contact with. Her transparent, ghostly hand intertwined with Allison's fingers, leaving a cooling effect. She felt it, she can see and feel ghosts.

"Who are you?" She quietly asked, holding eye contact before pulling her hand back. Holding her hands and squeezing, feeling how cool it was.

The ghost slowly smiled, "I'm... Tara. I've watched you long after I died." She softly explained, Allison was still confused, but her questions were yet to be answered. "You can only see me because of our connection with death."

"Connection?" Allison asked further, watching the way she almost blended under the moonlight.

Tara nodded, staying close-by, "You died and came back... but I didn't. I stayed, haunting this place." She simply explained, as confusion as this encounter was, it makes sense with all the supernatural encounters Allison has had to deal with. "I'm attached to you, Allison. And I don't think I'll go away either." She sounded almost defeated, but glad to be with her.

The human girl swallowed, silver bracelets gifted from her friends jingling with movement, "Do you have a purpose for... for staying?" Allison tried to make sure.