The World Within
by Adam Casalino
“You’re doing it all wrong. You need to focus.”
“Stop telling me what to do.”
“Somebody needs to. How else are you going to pierce the astral plane and gain a higher level of consciousness?”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do.”
“Clearly. You’re not doing anything.”
Robert Asher sat on a park bench. He was uncomfortable. His acquaintance, Phillip Pettigrew, stood a few feet away. Pettigrew watched him, arms folded across his chest. Although his eyes were closed, Asher could feel Pettigrew’s stare. It was like a drill boring into his skull.
“You know, I’m starting to wonder why I asked you for help,” Asher said.
“Because you have excellent taste,” Pettigrew said. “And–as one of the precious few who understands your abilities–I can help you. That is, of course, if you bother to listen to me.”
“It’s too cold,” Asher said. “I can’t concentrate.”
“That’s part of the lesson,” Pettigrew said. “Ignore the cold.”
“It’s snowing, Phil.”
“Is it?” Pettigrew looked around, noticing for the first time the snowflakes that were falling to the ground.
“I’m not sure you really can help me,” Asher said.
“That’s because you’re not focusing!”
Asher grumbled. This was becoming difficult. He was not used to things being difficult. At least, a thing as second-nature to him as this. Since he was a boy, he had the power to sense the presence of the dead. Specifically, he could read the thoughts and feelings of ghosts as well as detect traces of their presence. With this power, he worked as an occult detective, solving cases the police off as impossible. It was there that he found, the real challenges.