Episode One

There were several of us. I was not the leader. We confronted a woman who was our intended victim. She was innocent. The attack involved applying an ointment or liquid three times to the skin. The victim would then be destroyed. The tables were turned and I got touched three times. I disappeared but stayed where I was. I thought of myself as a ghost. I started driving to get advice from Mel, the only one I thought could contact me in this condition. My car was normal but I was a ghost. I was able to interact with the world though the real felt spongy to me. Able to be passed through but with resistance. I was driving on the left side. Since I was in the US I switched to the right. I knew where I was going but I wound up passing a security guard and entering a crowded shady parking lot for some unknown corporation. I tried to make the guard do different actions by talking to him. I thought if I talked he would perceive the words as his own ideas and act on them. He informed me that in my condition I could still be heard normally but not seen. He seemed knowledgeable and I asked him how he knew so much. He replied that many of my kind wound up here when they first started. I then perceived the corporation building as being the source of my condition. More, housing the source, the woman that was the source. She had many ghosts orbiting around her (gained from earlier).

Now it was a problem leaving the parking lot. The guard and a friend had went inside. It would seem suspicious for an empty car to drive away. They might trace my plates. I convinced a pair of women, after surveying the groups of people leaving, to help me out. After dealing with the fact of talking to a disembodied voice one of them agreed to drive my car out. She got in and exclaimed at the wheel being on the wrong side. I replied that she wasn't going far, just to the other side of the gate.

In the women's garage. On a picnic table there is a Popeye's meal along with other miscellaneous garage stuff. It is chicken and red beans and rice. It is not on a plate but just sitting directly on the table. I eat it and leave.

I go back to school but it seems as if I have seen these people earlier. Probably a time without setting. They inform me that this is not the time. Angered I flip over a desk. The students become disturbed by the desk flipping over apparently by itself. They open the door and flee the classroom. They opened the door so I can leave if I wish. Being invisible I can't open the door myself because it would shout my presence. To stay is tempting but the most power is gained by living in between, not in either one completely.