The Girl Who Talked to Ghosts

There were two kids that transferred to my school this year named Mike and Avery; they were siblings. Both seemed a little wired but Avery in particular claimed she could sense and talk to ghosts. Obviously, she was just looking for attention and, obviously, there was no way I couldn't make fun of her for it.

Some idiots believed her crap, and she started telling them about all the dead students that were among us. I told her to ask the ghosts where the serial killer hide the bodies, and she looked at me confused before saying there was no killer. I asked how there could be so many dead kids here if that was the case.

Everyone looked at her expecting an answer. She had none, clearly not much thought was put into what she was saying. Avery got pissed, cussed me out, and ran away. I thought this would be the end of her insanity, but it seemed she still had some who believed. So, I kept poking fun at her.

Avery would often hide behind her brother. Mike talked big, and physically was quite big, but I could tell he didn't know how to fight. He offered little in the way protection from my taunting.

One day, Avery came to school with yellow and red streaks in her hair. I said something about how the clown look was fitting for her but, instead of running away, she asked if I'd like to see her in action. See her talking with spirits for myself.

I wasn't entirely sure what she was planning, but I said yes. She pulled from her pocket a piece of paper and handed it to me. Written on it was a time and an address. She had put some thought into this.

During class I looked the address up to find an abandoned amusement park at the edge of town. I was not even aware of this place's existence.

Regardless, the next night, after my parents had gone to sleep, I convinced one of my friends to drive me to the location in question. After wandering around in the fog for some time, I found the entrance. Avery was leaning against the rusted gate and scrolling through her phone, seemingly alone without her brother.

"Took you long enough." She said.

"It's dark and floggy. You can wait an extra five minutes." I said.

"You should've been early."

"Whatever let's get on with it." I said, "Where's Mike? He in there waiting to stab me to death or something?"

She laughed and walked through the gate. "C'mon."

I followed her through a world of broken rides and creepy, run-down animal statues. And of course, clowns. She led me to a ticket booth. I could see that the roof of it had caved in.

"See this?" She asked. "The roof fell while there was someone inside. He was a kid like us. Just exploring. Or at least that's what he told me."

"So, you're telling me if I moved this rubble, I'd find bones or something?"

She turned and asked the ghost what remained of his body, before telling me "Yes, he says the animals got most of him, but there's still his skull and some rib bones.

"We'll see about that." I walked around the back of the booth to be met by Jason Voorhees. In an Instent of panic, I sent a right hook to his face. He fell flat to the ground. Upon realizing it was Mike, I kicked him in the stomach.

"Stop it!" Avery screamed from behind me.

"This was your plan?" I asked pissed.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" She screamed. "I fucking hate you! You ruin everything in my life!"

She picked up a brick lying next to the booth and throw it at me, I dodged and instantly heard a painful scream from behind me. I turned to see Mike with blood gushing from his head. He stumbled backward and fell again.

I ran over to him. He didn't appear to be breathing, Avery was going off about how sorry she was, I checked his pulse to find there was none. I stared at Mike's body, not knowing what to do. I watched the blood drip from his mouth.

Finally, with a terrible feeling in my chest, I looked to Avery. "He's dead."

She said nothing, simply teared up. I told her I was sorry, and she became enraged. "No you're not! You fucking kicked him while he was down! You're the fucking reason this happened! This is your fault! We would never have been out here if you weren't such a piece of dog shit!"

She grabbed another brick and throw it, but I once again dodged it.

"I hate you!" She yelled as if that wasn't clear, before running deeper into the park. Leaving me alone with her brother's corpse.

I didn't know what to do. What if she got lost? What if she decided to kill herself? I was the last person she wanted to see at this point, but who else was there? Not Mike.

It was time to do the right thing, no one else was going to die tonight.

I went the same direction as her calling her name. Of course, she did not respond. I quickly decided silence would give me a better chance of finding her. After ten minutes of searching, I saw her enter one of the old buildings. The name had faded from the sign above, but once inside I saw it was one of those mirror rooms.

I followed the sound of Avery's sniffling until I found her in a corner with a piece of broken glass to her wrist.

"I, uh, don't think you should do that." I said, "I know I'm an asshole, but still."

She looked at me. "Asshole? You're lower then shit."

"Fine, you're right. Just put that down please."

"Why?" She asked. "I clearly can't escape you in this world."

"I won't treat you like that anymore. In fact, I'll do my best to stay out of your sight completely. Y'know, if I don't go to jail. Just put the glass down please."

She stared at me blankly, thinking. "Alright."

"Here." She handed out the piece of glass to me. I walk over to take it and she lunged foreword, embedding it in my stomach.

Now lying on the floor in a pool of my own blood, slowing losing consciousness, with Avery standing over me, I ask "So, can you really talk to ghost?"

She kneels down with a metal pipe she found in the corner. "No."

"It's unfortunate in some ways." She says looking back in the direction of Mike, before turning to me again. "But I guess in other ways it's a blessing."

Avery raises the pipe up and brings it down upon me.