Not Quite a Poltergeist
She never imagined the after life. Growing up amongst a coven of witches meant there was no reason to. Like so many that came before her, when she died she’d be consecrated to the ground and her spirit would strengthen the coven’s collective powers. It was all very standard and Aliana never pictured anything else. Sure, it wasn’t fluffy clouds and halos but if death meant she’d be reunited with her loved ones, she’d welcome it. However, since experiencing death her opinion on the afterlife had changed drastically. Aliana stood in the lobby of her apartment building, her anger radiating off of her as she ran at full speed out of the door. She was yanked back inside moments later and the lights began to flicker more fervently. The chandelier on the ceiling swung frantically from side to side and the vast temperature change was making the tenants crave their winter jackets as they entered the building. Needless to say, her anger was starting to get the better of her. She was about to make another run for it when she saw a familiar face enter the building. “What do you want?” she asked her voice more venomous than she intended. She exhaled deeply, in a effort to alleviate her anger. “Can you get out the way? It’s hard to make a break for it with you blocking the exit.”
