Myomega? Where did that come from? I meanttheomega.
Speaking of whom, the omega sat cross-legged on the floor, making the wooden boards groan.
“Okay, I'm gonna set up the spirit box now,” he said.
I heard the unbridled enthusiasm in his voice. Whatever the hell a spirit box was, he was thrilled to use it.
He pulled another small contraption from his pocket, similar to a phone but different, and put it on the floor. Addressing his strange gang of non-responsive friends, he said, “Okay guys, you know the drill. The spirit box is going to rapidly switch over radio frequencies, and ghosts can manipulate these frequencies to communicate with us. Let's see what we get…”
I raised a brow. What was he talking about?
I didn't have much time to think about it, because when he turned on the spirit box, it shattered the silence with a grating, loud cacophony of clashing radio noise. I hissed, clapping my hands over my ears. How could the omega stand this awful sound? I heard smatterings of cut-off voice clips overlaid on top of harsh white noise. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't ghosts communicating with anyone—any self-respecting ghosts would have flown out the window to get away from this crap.
As much as I wanted to support the omega in whatever he was indulging, I couldn't stand the noise anymore.
“Turn it off!” I yelled.
The omega visibly startled. He all but screamed into the phone, “Did you guys hear that? Someone definitely said ‘turn it off’!”
I groaned. Did he think my declaration came from the stupid spirit box? He thoughtghostsmanipulated the radio waves instead of a real-life phantasm calling out to him with an actual voice!
“Omega!” I called again, straining myself to be heard over the chaos. “Turn off that blasted contraption!”
The omega gasped, falling backwards. His eyes widened in pure shock as he stared at the spirit box. He looked around, but not up—though even if he did look up, he wouldn't have seen me.
He hesitated for a moment before shutting off the spirit box.
Sweet, pure silence.
I sighed and called out gratefully, “Thank you.”
“W-who said that?” the omega cried, leaping to his feet in a panic.
Oh dear. I think I scared him this time. My heart sank. I didn't want this adorable omega to be frightened, but how could I console him? He couldn't see me...
Could he?
I'd kept deliberately out of sight this whole time, but I didn't know for sure he couldn't see my form. Although most people weren't able to see me, some could, including Bert. What if this omega was like him?
Heart pounding, I slowly floated closer to him.
“I-is anybody there?” the omega called. His voice trembled and he whipped his head from side to side. “Seriously, show yourself!”
Well, if he said so.
I floated right in front of the omega's eyes. I smiled and waved. “Hello!”
The omega's eyes went as wide as full moons.
And then they rolled back into his skull as he passed out.
Three
Mel
When I blearily opened myeyes to a dimly lit room, the first thing I felt was panic.
Actually, the first thing I felt was a sore bump on the back of my head. The panic came shortly after.
