Let me help. (A Siva Kaneswaran story)

Nyx's pov:

I have a secret. One that could get me into trouble. I hate it so much. I can see dead people. It's not as cool as you think. Most of what I see is horrible. The ghosts are either angry, crazy, irrational, scared, or all at the same time. I have learned to control what I see, but this time, there isn't much that I can do.

I was in the local coffee shop ordering tea when it happened. I hear the ghosts all the time they tell me everything. Then it all went quiet. That scared me, because when you live in one of the oldest places in the world, it is hard to find some place quiet. I turned around and saw the ghost of the woman that lived next to me when I was a young teen. She was a voodoo witch. I knew immediately that I was in trouble. Then i felt this immense pain on my head. It felt like she was trying to break my skull. I did the only thing that came to mind. I ran.

I ran out of the coffee shop and down the street. I then bumped into a man. I went into a ball to hide my face from him. It was a habit that I did.