<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">It was too good to be true. Goosebumps crawled on her skin as her brother’s sweet voice rang in her ears. He didn’t know what was going on, what she’d done. Eric was still like the younger one of the two; childish and trusting. Caillen bit her lip as she stared at Eric. He was just as handsome as when he was alive, before he took a bullet for her. A rush of guilt passed through and she glanced down. Had she done the right thing? Was it okay to interrupt his... sleep? If she could even call it that.<br/>
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Caillen took a deep breath and pulled her hair behind her ear. The realization that she was naked came to her. She cursed under her breath and pulled her sheets up and under her arms. She couldn’t continue to be shocked at this situation; she had to accept it somehow, otherwise her mother would think she was possessed. She was already hallucinating; there was no way the summoning had worked, but here Eric was... “alive”.<br/>
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“So, you can speak and I’m naked. That’s nice.”<br/>
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Her mind scraped what little evidence she had to provide her brother. What would she tell him? Did he even remember what’d happened before he died or possibly at the cemetery? Caillen’s mind flurried with a hundred possibilities. The main thing was her strange ability to see him and any other ghost or spirit in the neighborhood at night. It was extremely kooky that Eric showed up in the morning and she could see him then.<br/>
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“Turn around.”<br/>
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Caillen looked around her bed for a loose shirt and panties. The clean clothes were usually thrown around somewhere. Luckily, she had a graphic t-shirt of Eric’s on her bed beside her. Caillen pulled it on and went to the old dresser next to her bed and pulled on a pair of red lacy panties and gym shorts. She approached her brother, heart beating in her chest. Tears threatened to burst as she stopped in front of Eric. She hadn’t considered how this would affect him, much less her. She blinked back her tears.<br/>
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“This was selfish, oh my god," she whispered and turned away. "I can’t even look at you without feeling bad.”<br/>
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A hand went to her eyes to wipe away the oncoming emotion. She hugged her body in an effort to try and take in the situation as calm as she could.<br/>
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"You're just a ghost though. I can't even touch you. I'm so sorry I put you through hell." <br/>
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Caillen paced around in circles and made an effort to explain why she'd summoned him. <br/>
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"I know you're probably just as confused as I am. Basically, I brought you back from the dead because Cassandra said it would work and I mean, it seems like it did. I've been getting strange dreams if I can even fall asleep at night, seeing strange things, and I just, I don't know how to stop these voices in my head, Eric. I keep hearing things and I can't tell Mom or Dad because they already think I'm crazy enough when I tell them I can see ghosts and spirits and stuff."<br/>
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She glanced up at Eric, and as much as she hated the feeling of vulnerability, her eyes were scared and lost. <br/>
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"I know it's weird but you've gotta help me. You can understand what I'm saying right? I'm not just dreaming?"</span>