I awoke coughing spitting out the remnants of blood that has filled my mouth. As I coughed I saw something. I... saw something. I could see for the first time. I laughed at the weird situation. Am I in heaven? I found myself wondering. I watched myself sit up, and I pulled up the front of my shirt just far enough to see the spot where the tree had impaled me.
It was gone. The wound although smeared with the same stuff, which I thought was blood, was completely healed. It was scared however, clearly able to see the difference in the color tone of flesh. I laughed. So I did die. I laughed harder.
I eventually calmed down and sat there wondering what I should do with my new sense of vision. My breathing hitched as I thought
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of the reason why I died. It was all there fault. They were the reason why I ran, the reason why I couldn't stand anything anymore. I smirked, and wiped the blood off of my face, and ripped clothing. Maybe I could haunt them. I mean this doesn't seem like heaven. Maybe it's hell? Seems too nice and I was a good person. At least I thought I was. I reached down and touched the grass beneath me.
I was able to feel each cold strand as they tickled my fingers. I must be a ghost! What else could I be. I thought to myself before standing back up. It was odd seeing myself do everything. I couldn't imagine people doing this everyday.
I walked away from where I had died and began walking towards a new life. One that where I was the one in charge. Where I could do and be who I wanted. It was my time to shine.
I eventually came upon a small street covered in stores, and spotted a clothing store. Noticing my ruined ones I decided before I did anything I needed to look the part. Slightly stumbling I walked over to the store. A small grin was on my face as I saw myself grab the handle on the door. The color reminded me of a shiny, lighter, somehow colder black. It was odd seeing colors for the first time. I had no clue what they were called. I've heard their names, but which one belonged to which? I didn't
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know. I pushed the door open and jumped slightly at the sound of the bell. A man with curly hair sat at the front counter. He glanced at me from behind his magazine, and his eyes widened. "A-are you alright Ms?!" He asked, already on his feet. I looked at him shocked. How can he see me? Aren't I a ghost? Maybe... am I alive? If I'm alive then I've got to act the part. I can't have him think I am... was dead. "I-I'm fine. I c-crashed my c-car in th-his rain." The lie rolled of my tongue easily. "W-Well let me help you get some different clothes." He stuttered while leading me off to a different part of the store. I noticed the Employees Only sign as we walked past it. Smiling as we walked past. He lead me to a back room where there was a bunch of clothes that were dirty, tor, or looked like they were just thrown about. "S-sorry that I can't do much for you Ms. Feel free to take something to wear. J-just don't tell my boss." He said still stuttering, but he wasn't afraid of me. Maybe he's been through things like I have. Anger rose in the pit of my stomach. No one should go through what I did. "I promise." I told him just now realizing how hoarse my voice is. He then nods and walks away letting me get on with finding something more decent to wear. Instantly I dove into the bins. Marveling at the colors each held. I smiled and grabbed something that spotted my eye. A black tank vest. Although a part of me hated that color. The other half refused to let it go. This color is who I am... who I was. A growl emitted from my throat as I thought of my "family". They hurt me in so many ways. The only one who wasn't tainted was little Jackie, but even if I do what I want he can't be able to know. None of them can. No one will go through what I did. No one should even try. I laughed and started grabbing clothes that blended with the dark of the night; dark bruise color and black seemed to fit the best. Holding the vest in my hand I grabbed a long sleeved, bruise colored shirt to go with it. For the pants I didn't really care, and so I grabbed a pair of plain black jeans that were easy to move in. The shoes were flat, long, black boots that had a little bit of that light black on the edges. They were laced, and so there were no zippers that could make noise. I did not want to be heard. After finding and putting on the clothing I looked around the back a little more.
My eyes drifted along each little weapon. I need something sharp, but not shiny. I want to blend in. So large blades are a no go... My thoughts a whirlwind of objects I could use, but only a few caught my attention. My fingers twitched as I grabbed the objects I needed. It's not like the guy that worked here needed them, and it's not like a ghost like myself can get caught.
With the objects in hand I slipped them into my pockets and walked to the wall. If I am a ghost I should be able to walk through this. 1.. 2... 3... I walked straight into the wall, and hit it hard. Knowing that the idea didn't work I turned and decided I'd just have to walk out as quietly as possible. With as much confidence as I could I walked out of the room and into the dark hallway that connected to the store. As I walked I felt as if I was on air. Oddly enough when I stopped walking I stood outside of the store, standing in the shadow of an old tree. Maybe I am a
ghost? I sat there blinking. How did I get from there to here? It doesn't make any sense! I let out a huff, but smiled when I realized that I didn't need to figure out how to get past the boy. Now I just need to figure out how to look normal. I observed myself, truly seeing it for the first time. My hair was a pale shade of yellow. My eyes were a translucent grey.They looked at everything, hardly blinking, and my skin was so pale I might as well be a zombie not a ghost. I sighed and continued on. I'm not sure where I am, but I'm sure I can find a way back to the house. Either I find my way there or the cops take me there. Although they probably didn't even call a search party. Meh. I walked, and walked, and hey I walked some more. After a while my feet started to ache. Which was odd since I was a ghost. Ghosts can't feel anything right? Then why am I tired, and why do my feet feel like they want to become a puddle? Maybe I'm still alive, but I died didn't I? I remembered my last words. My wish came true. I stumbled and fell on the ground. My knees scraping against the gravel. I-I'm alive. Not a ghost, or zombie. I'm r-real! My knees stung. I sucked in a breath and hugged them. I am alive. Cars and trucks passed me by. Apparently ignoring the teenage girl, panicking, beside their cars. I shut my eyes trying to ignore the sounds of cars, but that only sent me panicking more. The dark blanket that covered my eyes suffocated me. I didn't want it to take away my sight. I wanted to continue to see. I flinched when I heard a car door slam. I heard a familiar shout, and involuntarily scooted away from it. I saw the bulky man walk over to me. Choosing to look at his back rather than his face. "FAITH!! WHAT TYPE OF SPECIAL IDIOT ARE YOU TO BE OUT HERE?! WHAT IS IN THAT BROKEN MIND OF YOU THINKING THAT A BLIND RETARD COULD RUN AWAY!!" I could see his face change colors as he yelled. It was similar to the color of blood. I liked that color. He grabbed my arm, but I threw him off. I didn't want to go back. I was given second life and it was mine. I won't let people like me be treated the same way. They deserve the same freedom. It's their eyes that is their problem. They judge us because we look different, or do things differently to what they do. They don't see us. So why should they see. They need a new perspective. Maybe I was given new life to show them that. It's my job. My title. "FAITH GET YOUR SCRAWNY, STUPID LITTLE BUTT IN THE CAR NOW!!" My father yelled his face deepening in color. Solemnly I stood and got into the car. My mother sat their gaping, my brother nowhere to be seen. As the car drove along I was scolded and yelled at. Every insult about my lack of sight wanted me to scream "I CAN SEE," but I couldn't. Who'd believe me, and if they did they'd think I'm an actual freak. I wasn't going to let that happen. The sun rose beside the car as we drove to the house. At least I thought it was the sun. It was really bright, but I could see it if I looked from certain directions. It made the sky turn into a beautiful dance of colors. Each one I wanted to know the name of! When the sky finally turned blue from the sun I realized it was getting harder to see. My vision kept flickering between awkward places, which most were in the car. At first it was from the back of the headrests, and then it came from underneath the seats. It was driving me crazy. How can everyone handle seeing this way every single day. It's exhausting. I just need to find a spot I can see from. Maybe I can look from my shadow. I thought to myself trying it, but was taken back when it didn't work. I decided to worry about it later, and so I just fell asleep in the car. I mean I have technically been up all night, or however long I was dead for. When I woke up I saw my parents yelling outside the car. Although my eyes hurt, and I couldn't really see very well. The sun was blinding, and it hurt to have it in my vision. I didn't want to hurt my eyes after I just got able to use them, so I closed them and walked to the house blind. I ignored my parents argument. I mean I already knew it was probably about me. After I got inside I headed off to my room and opened my eyes. Since I hadn't turned on the light switch I could see from anywhere I wanted to. I decided to play with my new found sight. Walking over to the light switch I flipped it on, and instantly my vision flickers to a place covered in shadows. Which just so happened to be under my bed. I tried to move it somewhere else, but the only other place was the space above my fan. "This is giving me a headache." I mumbled before shutting my eyes. Once again my vision went black and I turned the light switch off, and opened my eyes. I walked over to my drawers and pulled out an old box of crayons that I'd owned for years as a cruel joke to myself. Taking a deep breathe I grabbed the blanket off my bed and made a small fort over me. When it was stable I went and turned the light back on. My sight changed from being everywhere to being stuck underneath the shadows of the blanket. I then walked over and sat where my gaze could see the crayons the best. I smiled and took out the fist crayon, and read the label. Purple. That was it's name. It was very similar to the color on my new shirt and shoes. I pulled out another. Blue. This one was darker than what the sky was, but I part of me understood why people always called the sky blue now. My grin widened and I pulled out more. Yellow, light. Green, grass. Orange, hair. Brown, earth. Black.... blind. Red.... life. I kept pulling out crayons excitedly looking at each one. I drew on the wall beside me. Coloring the spaces with what colors went there. I had to change my vision a few times, but it was easy enough over time. As I colored I heard a bang on the door, and large stomps coming my way. I didn't need to change my vision to know who it was that just stormed into my room. When he reached me he threw the blanket away. Making my vision go underneath the bed.
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I went in to the front lounge and sat on the sofa, all of a sudden I was floating in this black void, I was in complete darkness but I could still see my arms and legs, I could here a voice calling, a cold eerie voice but I didn't understand it.
"I can assure you, said I, 'that it will take a very tangible ghost to
I'd look into that closet and see darkness, then I'd start to see a light starting to form and it went into like a ball shape sort of like a basketball and then I'd see a face in that ball—they call that a ghost globule—I didn't know what it was then. It was the face of an old lady, and she was not looking pleasant—the ball came out into my bedroom and I could hear footsteps and heavy breathing, the room became icy cold, that's a psychic cold—and I'm saying to myself, “There's a logical reason for all of this,” but by that time I was out of the bed and right between my mother and father in their bed.”
So I thought to myself should I explore or just sit here in the corner and cry like a little baby. So I went to explore it took me a while to make the dissolution. There were five doors on each side of the wall in a total of twenty doors and there was also some stairs that went up about one story high then they disappear. I heard screams for everywhere but I knew nothing was going to happen
I slowly wake up, and it must have been hours later. I looked down and my leg was gone. I could feel a searing pain rush through my body. My leg was bandaged up around the cut, but I could still imagine how it looked. Blood was dripping from the bandages. I could not take it anymore. Right there I shut my eyes, and never again were they opened. My family was traumatized at my death.
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The road back was dark and gloomy but this time I led the way and walked with my back straight with a feeling of self-confidence. They dropped me of home first as a sign of respect and thankfulness. Walking into the house and laying on the bed feeling as though I had accomplished something was something I had never felt before.
I woke up screaming; finally awake from the terrifying nightmare. I could feel the smelly sweat running down my forehead and neck. I quickly wiped the sweat from my face and stretched my arm out to grab the glass of water that was right beside my bed. But my hand was shaking. As I grabbed the hold of the glass, suddenly I felt something
As I was walking up the stairs to my apartment I saw a shadow at the top of the stairs. It slowly disappeared seconds later. As I was opening the door to my apartment I heard a strange voice whisper near my ear. “I've been waiting for you dear.” My body became numb.
The days passed and people still gave me weird looks. In fact I didn’t really care much anymore, I was starting to get used to it. At home I searched everywhere, but I couldn’t find anything strange or spooky. Except for just one thing. It was in the garden, a designer gravestone, right at the back, no one knew who’s it was. I always got shivers whenever I was too close, but didn’t take much notice of it. I just thought that people in school were talking about that, when they said my house was creepy and the only reason I got scared was because I listened to them.
I wasn’t talking to the teacher or my friends ! I was talking to the spirits the whole time ! I test out punching them (Why did I do this ?) But it went though them ?! So I decided that I will leave the classroom, and follow the footprints.
My eyelids would flutter open and shut, although I could only seem to crack them open. At last, I gained the entire
Sometime that night my body demanded the bathroom. Climbing out of bed resulted in my falling to the ground. Instead of getting back onto my feet to seek the light switch I began to crawl along the floor with my hands outstretched in front of me. It was at that moment I became aware of the silence of the room and the soft thumping of feet along the floor. The words "I'm coming closer" from "The Ghost" ring through my head in memory of it.
Of course I didn't ask my mom or dad. Nobody shall know. October 26 1998, haven’t recorded in a while. I've been paying attention to the thing in my house, but today changes everything I don’t think we have one I think we have many. Today I go in the basement to see what is down there. I open a door labeled, CONCEALMENT CHAMBER. I open it anyway I find bones and organs in jars. I almost threw up. I had to be stealthy leaving the basement, I was told not to be down there by my parents order. I went to check in the attic that had a built in step ladder. I went up there and there was dead animal carcases as my body stimulate my body. As I steadily leave the attic after almost throwing up in the attic which was a closer call than the basement. I go in my room to write it down and on my wall it says fury. I have no clue why this thing is angry. October 31, 1998 It's Halloween and I am not ready to have this ghost pop out of nowhere and kill me and put my organs in the basement. I take precautions. I don’t have the audacity to capture this ghost. So I just go out trick or treating. I don’t want to come back with the house in flames but I have to go trick or