The Frozen Death

Chapter 3

Frozen as Ice

My mom's scream woke me up I walked. but my feet made no noise. I ran to the car my mom acted like she couldn't even see me. I look at my dad. He's carrying something. It was my body. I was lost in thought. My dad seemed to care a bit? He probably didn't care enough. He probably wished that I would die here last night anyways. Then my body starts moving. I'm not moving it. so who is? It brought me back home. I figured that because they took my body that it had dragged me back.
But...Are we having people over? Uh- I mean, are they having people over? But...These people don't look normal. I go up to a girl "h-hi..." I need to stop stuttering "Hello.." she says "I'm Zane...Uh...Are you uhm... uh... D-dead?" So close! "Yes. I'm Malaria. When did you die?" she asks "uh...uhm...last night.." I say still with an unwanted stutter. "Well I died in 1886." she says. She looks so dead (pun intended) "Well, How old are you...Zane..?" "I'm 14. you?" "I'm 7" 7!? I thought. "That's an incredibly young age to die." I say. She looks at me, clearly hinting that my age of death is no better. I then start paying attention to my parents. Putting my dead body in front of the fire. My sister didn't look regretful at all. "ZANE! PLEASE WAKE UP!" my mother sobbed. "he....he's.... dead...." my father says. My mother's screams...They sounded broken, scared...Regretful. My sister just left the room. I followed her. "Yes finally." I hear her whisper "I can finally be the only child! My prayers worked! He's dead!" she says, raising her voice to a soft talk every minute.
I saw red. Without thinking, I pushed over all her books. Forgetting she can't see me. And I scream. Loudly. Malaria runs in. She sees me. She shakes me back to reality. I don't see red anymore "WHO'S THERE!?" Margaret said, she looked so panicked. I...I enjoyed it..? I enjoyed it. It's strange.. I thought. I look over at Malaria. She looks right in my eyes. "Why did it feel good...?" I ask. "Why did what feel good?" Malaria said. "Scaring her." I said. Malaria looked away and stared at Margaret. She just stared. So I looked at her too. we both stared in silence for a solid 30 seconds before she answered my question. "Because you're a ghost. It's what we do." she said. "But, why do ghosts have to scare people?" I ask. "Because it's in our nature. We have no choice." No choice? I think. My thoughts cut off by warmth. A rush of warmth. I realize what happened. Margaret ran through my body. It sent warmth up and down. All over my body. "What is this feeling...?" I question Malaria "What feeling?" "This sudden feeling of warmth?" "It's what we get whenever humans run through or walk through or touch us." "I..I like it." "all ghosts do. I should run you through the basics." Margaret says "Okay."