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What’s the matter? Why
are we in such a hurry now?” She thought for a moment, using senses
that she had yet to completely understand. “What are you afraid
of?”
    They were moving through backyards, cutting between
houses. They had left the bustle of downtown and were now on
residential area, far from tourists. Few street lamps glowed around
them, making the tension more oppressive with the lack of
light.
    Henry didn’t slow down, but he did explain. She
would find out soon enough and it was for her benefit that she knew
the truth about the world around them. It was a complex situation
and would take too long to go into full detail. But he could give
her a basic tutorial so that she would know how to be safe.
    There were some aspects of their world that even
Henry couldn’t fully comprehend, secrets that were kept even from
him.
    “ It’s not safe to be wandering the streets at
night.” He began. Clarissa was too newly developed and didn’t fully
comprehend her own paranormal abilities. She would be an easy
target for the flesh-eaters and if caught unaware by one of them
she wouldn’t know how to defend herself. Clarissa was also an
appealing soul to their dark appetites, her soul strong and bright,
and a tasty treat for the damned and soulless.
    “ What do you mean? We’re ghosts, Henry. The
night is when we are supposed to roam. At least that’s what all the
stories about us seem to reason, we haunt the living at night when
they are most afraid. That’s how it works isn’t it?” They were
dead. Nothing could harm a ghost. At least that’s what she assumed.
Well, except for maybe an exorcist or a catholic priest. But even
then she wasn’t so sure. As a ghost, Clarissa believed that danger
was eliminated once she was beyond the grave and that such troubles
wouldn’t be part of her afterlife. It seemed she had been
wrong.
    Henry stopped walking so suddenly Clarissa smacked
in to the back of him, causing a spark of electricity to arch out
from the contact. He swiftly turned, a blur of movement, taking her
shoulders, steadying her as he bent down to look directly into her
startled eyes.
    “ The night does not belong to us anymore,
Clarissa. I should have told you from the beginning what you were
getting yourself into when you first came to our city. I guess I
didn’t want to scare you away and I was hoping to wait until you
were completely settled in to this existence before forcing this on
you.”
    “ Scare me?” Clarissa murmured. “Aren’t we the
ones who do the scaring around here? You can tell me Henry.
Whatever it is, it can’t be as bad as you think.”
    Henry furrowed his brows, squeezing her shoulders as
if he could somehow impart this information through their connected
touch. Most ghosts did not touch one another as it was seen as an
intimate connection between souls and if Clarissa had been any
other learned ghost she wouldn’t have let Henry touch her. It was
also a way to control a spirit, to touch one and manipulate it to
do whatever you wanted it to do if you had the power to do so. But
Clarissa knew none of this; for now.
    She wasn’t getting it and Henry hated having to
frighten her to make her understand. She already had enough to deal
with just being dead. She was young, not just in human years, but
in death years as well, only a few days old and already faced with
danger. A grave danger that could end her existence, a death unlike
the one she had already passed through, a complete annihilation
that would destroy what was left of Clarissa Schofield.
    “ Come along, I’ll explain,” he whispered,
pulling her arm and propelling them quickly to their destination,
moving so fast now that their feet barely touched the
ground.
    “ Let’s begin with this. We have an
understanding of sorts with the creatures who reside over on
Anastasia Island, just over the Bridge of Lions. We call them
flesh-eaters, but you might have heard them called by other names,
zombies in particular. They