The apparition of the man had moved back to a darkened corner behind the two chairs and stood in the shadowy presence of the now apprehensive owner of this antique shop.
Holding her shaking hands together tightly, she made an attempt to speak but her voice broke up and she nearly chocked. Clearing her throat, she tried once more to talk to him. "Who are you?"she asked.
The figure of the man moved even further back before he answered. His voice was deep and sounded like he was straining to speak. "I'm a person who lived a long time ago. My name is Wolfgang Vanstraten. Why do you want to know?"
Clara was amazed at her ability to converse with someone who obviously was dead. "I like to know who I am talking to. That's all." She wanted to get up out of the chair but she knew she would lose the contact with him. It was a bit uncomfortable sitting the way she was. "Could you come over here a little closer and stand in front of me, please?" she asked..
In the darkened corner of the shop the silhouette of a man stood. There seemed to be a mist around him. It was like a fog had set in from out of nowhere. As he spoke, he stepped further back away from Clara. "I will not let you see my face. I know how horrible I look and I don't want anyone to see it. You are the first person I have been able to speak to since my demise. My silence has been for a very long time. Many years have passed. I long for some place to go, but I can't leave. I stayed with these chairs. It's the only thing I have left. They belonged to me and my wife Henrietta."
Clara was amazed by his openess. "Why are you telling me all of this?" she asked. Wolfgang let out a deep sigh. "Do you know how it is to exist without anyone to talk to for many years?"
Clara asked him quickly, "How many years?"
"Too many. The last I know of, it was 1889. That was the year I was murdered," he told her. Clara went on to ask him how he was murdered, which opened up the conversation for him to tell her about his life and his death.
Some of you wanted to read something from one of my books, so here it is.
This if from the 7th Chapter.
Jennifer Robins
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