Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 489

Chapter 489: Is Cillian alive?
The words hit her like a thunderclap. Maureen gripped the edge of the chair to steady herself. Shock and hope warred within her, disbelief soon joined them, and it led to a dance of conflicting emotions inside of her. Maureen’s breath shattered on its way out, it caught in her throat, nearly choking her.

Of all the possibilities that she had come up with to explain Phoebe’s obsession with Cillian’s death, this was not one of them. This was like pulling a rabbit out of a hat!!

Maureen could not believe it, her mind simply refused to accept it. Her little niece truly had a wild imagination or maybe it was being around ghosts so much that had her mind thinking up crazy things. She had looked into Phoebe’s past and discovered that Phoebe had spent two weeks under psych hold after she woke up from a short coma. This was after she fell into the lake while working a part time job as a tour guide.

Maybe that brief coma had affected Phoebe in some ways they were not aware of.

“It’s impossible.” Maureen whispered.

If the words had come from old man Lee or Rufus, men that possessed great supernatural power and insight she could have believed but not Phoebe. She respected her niece, but Phoebe was a baby in the supernatural world. She was not the master of everything. This Alton Boyd business was evidence of that.

Unintentionally, Maureen let out a guffaw, she waved her hand dismissively such that Phoebe did not feel too bad about her reaction. “I am sorry baby girl but sometimes I think that you have loose screws in your head. What in God’s name made you say that?

I hope that you will not repeat this in front of my mother because you will break her heart and maybe give her a heart attack. I was there when old man Lee confirmed that my grandfather was dead. They found his possessions, things he never went anywhere without.

I saw the coffin get lowered in the ground. I and mother cried our eyes out. Edward was emotional and beside himself, there is no way he would watch us in such pain and not say a word if father was alive. My father is dead! I am certain of it.” She asserted boldly.

In all honesty Phoebe was not surprised by her reaction, it was exactly what she had been expecting. This was one of the reasons as to why she had kept her suspicions to herself, knowing very well that it was hard to believe.

If she was Maureen, she would react in the same exact way after all, even if Cillian was not dead, where was he? Why had he not come home for over twenty years?

Phoebe pushed forward and said, “Aunt I am sorry for digging up old wounds. I have not confirmed this theory, and I know that I sound crazy, but I would not say this out of the blue without being at least eighty percent sure.” Phoebe calmly explained.

Her aunt who was dabbing the corners of her eyes looked at Phoebe- then stiffened. It suddenly dawned on her that her niece was not joking. She looked dead serious, eighty percent serious.

“Wait you are actually serious about this?” She asked, with a swift motion, she uncrossed her legs and pulled herself closer to Phoebe.

The spirit floated closer to Maureen. “You need to take Phoebe very seriously on this, you should believe her.” It advised her.

Shaking her head like she was having spasms, Maureen laughed as if she had lost her mind, muttering the words, how, impossible and unbelievable.

One thing she had learnt about this invisible spirit was that it was very powerful. It knew a lot of information about things past and things future. It would not be supporting Phoebe’s claim if they were not true.

Hope blossomed in Maureen’s heart, and she allowed herself to believe for a moment. “W-why do you guys think that my father is alive?” She stammered, her mind still racing over memories of the funeral, the echoes of grieving wails and condescension. She placed a hand over her head. “This is honestly absurd! Have you seen him? Where has he been, I want to see him.” Her voice was a mere whisper at the last request.

She had been looking for answers to his death for years and now she was being told he could be alive!!!Maureen thought she was dreaming, she pinched herself.

“Not a dream.” she muttered.

The Saxon spirit hovered above Maureen, stepping in for Phoebe because it knew she would listen to it. “We searched among the dead and he was not there. Cillian Mayfair is not written among the dead; this we are certain of.” It rubbed its chin. “The odd thing however is that even if you try to locate him among the living, he cannot be found. The location spells we tried failed completely, I am still trying to find newer spells. All I can clearly say for now is that it is as though he has veiled or hidden himself deliberately in order not to be found.” It elaborated.

It spoke with authority that doubt was erased from Maureen’s heart. “So you think that he is alive but in hiding? Why? What in the world would have sent a great guardian like my father into hiding? Is he being hunted by someone or something?

Grandma Mayfair was returning so Phoebe gestured for Maureen to follow her into the office.

The moment the door was closed, Maureen said, “First, I want to see you check the other side with my two eyes, that is the only way I will believe you.” She perched on the edge of the seat.

Phoebe’s gaze drifted to the spirit as if seeking for permission from it, the spirit nodded in response. It vanished into the space and returned with the ghost’s notebook.

“What is that? Some special kind of book that tells you who is dead and who is alive? Explain what you are doing please.” Maureen asked, studying every move that Phoebe made.

Phoebe who was writing a request to her grandfather to appear before her paused and met her aunt’s curious gaze. “It is a special book that one can use to communicate with spirits on the other side. You can pass along messages, ask for information and make requests. All you have to do is write them down politely and when it pleases the ghost it responds. In fact, if you are nice the spirit may appear to you.” She explained.

“And you have done this how many times exactly?” Maureen quizzed; her voice still laced with doubt. This was the first time she was seeing or hearing of such a book.