Lisa frowned, glancing between her phone and her husband. “Grey?”
“What’s that honey?”
“Nothing babe,” she chewed on her cheek as she tried to figure it out.
“What’ch’ya looking at?” he was by the window overlooking the construction on top of the old cemetery – as usual – but now he was regarding her intently.
“Just one of those horoscopes, wanna know what’s in store for your sign?”
He scoffed and went back to his vigil. She breathed a sigh of relief and took her phone into the bathroom, calling the number in the help section of the app. After a few seconds an automated voice answered, describing a series of prompts. She rolled her eyes.
“If your soul seer imaging has provided a null result, press three.”
She hit three and waited for a human to answer the phone, “Soul Seer App, Jeremy speaking, how may I help you?”
“Hi Jeremy, I just bought that app of yours to check on my husband. I took a photo of him through the app like it said but the image doesn’t make any sense.”
“I see, what does it show?”
“Well, it’s kind of like a… grey skinned version of him?”
Jeremy was silent for a moment, “What?”
“Like, he’s been acting kinda distant lately, and I thought it would show some negative aura, the app said it would look purple… but it doesn’t say anything about grey. It’s almost like his skin looks lifeless ya-know? Kinda creepy.”
“Um, Ma’am… do you have any vision impairments?”
“No colour blindness or near sightedness?”
“I said I don’t have any impairments!” she snapped, “What’s this about?”
“Well, grey means…”Jeremy stammered, “Does your husband… is he… alive?”
Lisa laughed despite a cold chill dancing down her spine, “Really? I want my money back.”
“Ma’am, I’m serious.”
“Of course he’s alive! I want a refund,” her voice rose higher than she meant; she heard footsteps outside the bathroom door. Don’t be ridiculous, she chastised herself.
“Are you living near any disturbed places?” Jeremy asked, “Disrupted energies?”
“We’re overlooking a cemetery being redeveloped… he keeps looking at it.”
“Ma’am, I would suggest maybe rechecking your husband, and even yourself, you might need to take steps to protect. . .”
Lisa hung up and paced the bathroom, biting her nails.
Her husband knocked at the door which made her jump, “Honey, are you ok?”
“Yeah babe… just… you know…” The door handle jostled, “Hey! Could I have some privacy?”
“I don’t think they’ll let us have our privacy anymore, honey.”
“What do you mean?” She was sweating, she was being ridiculous, he probably just knew what she had done and was playing a prank on her. Jeremy was some mate of his, just an elaborate prank.
“I don’t think they liked you noticing they were here…”
“You’re scaring me, babe.”
“It’s not me, I’m just the messenger, see for yourself.”
The dancing chill down her spine settled into cold dread. She looked at the mirror, the need to know overriding her fear. She used the app to take a mirror selfie. She hardened her resolve and looked at her screen, it showed a red filter over her, which represented stress, but her heart hammered out her chest and into her throat at the grey blur on the wall behind her.
She spun with a squeal, seeing nothing but the bare tiled wall. With quivering hands, she raised her phone, and took another picture.
The last image she saw as she was possessed was a vicious grey face on the screen.
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