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We were suddenly swallowed by a ghostly whirlwind, which came from nowhere and started spinning counterclockwise. We both shook from the flow that had captured us at a decent speed.

- This is a strange dance... really! - I noticed with surprise, looking into the Hairdresser's round gray eyes. - Why do you need this?

- So that I can grow my legs... - my dance partner noted in a gentle tone, lowering his eyes.

... And indeed, dark trousers appeared below his waist, appearing to the surface of the earth, and later transparent feet without shoes appeared.

- Cool! Legs are growing because of the whirlwind... why weren't they there? - I asked.

- I rarely walk in the dense world... too much work... I have to grow them here... Well... thanks for the interaction! We'll meet again soon!

He let go of my hands with a satisfied smile and flew higher...

Looking around the astral city on the hills, I noticed more of the same transparent dancing whirlwinds of ghost couples. Apparently... this kind of rest is common here.

... An idiotic dream, indeed...

In search of information about parallel realities, I had to comb through many books that I managed to find on the Internet... but nowhere was there an experience like mine.

And the voices in my head continued to ring every day and often at the wrong time... for example, it was unpleasant to hear comments about my body when I was taking a shower:

- Well, she's not bad... cute...

- Ordinary... and small breasts...

- So-so...

- Slim figure... because she doesn't eat dairy products.

- That's good...

- Are you... discussing me? - I was embarrassed under the cool streams of water, pressing a washcloth, foamed with fragrant liquid soap, to my chest. - What difference does it make to you what kind of body I have?

In response, my throat involuntarily gave out only a ringing laugh...

What should my parents think about the reasons for laughing in the bathroom? It wasn't me who was laughing...

- You're never alone, sweetheart ... We're everywhere! Up to a thousand ghosts live in your cozy house... - someone invisible noted.

- But why? I thought you just flew everywhere...

- We don't want to fly all the time, the wind, cold and sun heat are also unpleasant for us... we are still people and we need comfort and a place to not get blown away... besides, we didn't have our own home here in life... That's why we are homeless and go to bed with the living...

Is it really true... I winced at the thought that someone else was in my bed.

- We see everything... everything!

- Everything?

- Yes... and we hear your every thought.

— And anyway... your every word and deed is recorded on air...

— But why?

— It's arranged that way... Not by us...

Having wrapped my body in a white fluffy towel, I heard additional recommendations on hair and skin care.

So inconvenient... It turns out that the life of any person is always in full view of the subtle world. You think that you are alone in the house, but it turns out that you are not.

— I can imagine what goes on in the spacious mansions of rich people.

— Yes... yes... there are many times more of them there... especially where they clean thoroughly and there are no drafts.

... Wow! People don't even suspect this... ghosts live with them...

— Not only live, but also eat!

— Do you need food too? — I was genuinely surprised.

— Of course you do, its subtle part, that's how our ghosty bodies grows...

— And what do you like most?

— Meat... lamb, — someone's childish voice trembled with pleasure. — We also need to grow up...

...Oh, come on! Ghosts eat too, otherwise their subtle bodies will melt…

...My sensitivity increased and at night, half asleep, I began to notice that my lips were kissing my hands...

...What? — I jumped up in bed with my heart fluttering in my chest. — Am I kissing myself?

— Ha-hah... no, it's me! — someone said loudly in my voice. — We've met! I'm the spirit of the hairdresser who made your hair.

— But how is that?

— I climbed into your body... you're so cute, you smell delicious...

— Why?

— Kissing... you don't like it?

— But... it turns out... I'm kissing my own hands!

— No, it's me moving your lips...

— But why?

— I want it so much... I miss the warmth of a woman... and the energy of your soul is very pleasant to me...

— But for this you have your own dense body, hairdresser... Kiss your partner on Earth!

— My name is Dan... I am not dating anyone now... do not be greedy for your pleasant energy... I need it... I am inside you now...

...Oh, the horror! A chill ran down my spine... I felt very clearly, something else was moving in my body and my feet were rubbing each other on their own, my left hand slid along my thigh. I am definitely not sleeping... Why is this happening to me?

— Aren't you gay? — I answered indignantly, trying to take control of my body.

— Why such an opinion? — Dan giggled. — Because of the fact that I am a hairdresser?

— I don't know... — I felt helpless from the thought that I had suddenly become possessed.

…Had I gotten too close to the spirit world?

— Get out! — I desperately commanded.

— Don't worry so much... It's nothing bad about... Your dense body remains yours, and you can't avoid such close contacts now... After all, you are a medium and you are clearly visible in our world around the clock. Young and cute... you are now receiving increased attention from male ghosts...

— What?

...The thought that a lot of spirits would want to kiss me like that scared the shit out of me.

— You know what solution I'm suggesting?

— What?

— Become my wife in the spirit world and no one will touch you...