Scott pov
From the time I was little I knew I was different. I didn't, and still don't have any friends. I sit alone in my cold apartment.
I have what people call a sixth sense. Basically I can see dead people. It's not as crazy as it sounds, I promise.
I often wonder why I'm like this. I don't actually talk to them, I've never really tried.
I just see them walking about. When I go for walks I walk past the cemetery, I see them looking over their crave. Some nod or smile. I just nod back, my cigarette hanging from my mouth.
Today I decided to walk, just to get out side. I pulled on my black trench coat and slip my converses on.
I head to the door grabbing my pack of cigarettes and lighter on the way. I step out of my apartment complex and feel the cold breeze brush through my shaggy blonde hair.
I turned left and headed to the cemetery. Upon my arrival I noticed a small group of people standing at a grave site.
There were about four people looking down, mourning for the lost loved one. Then I saw a small brunette man perched atop the stone.
He didn't look solid but was not clear. He was just a tiny bit see through though.
I walked over to a random grave kneeling and patting it. I stood back up and pulled a cigarette from my pack, I stuck it in my mouth grabbing my lighter and lighting it.
When it lit I took a long puff in hailing the nicotine. I brought my right hand up and slid the cigarette back out and exhaled.
I repeated this process till my cigarette had been smoked to the filter. I finished it off and threw it down stepping on it.
On girl from the grave site gave me an evil glare before setting down her set of flowers and walking away with the rest of the family.
Once they had gone I turned on my heel and walked to the grave. The man from before still sat perched.
"Why so gloomy?" This was the first time I had tried to even talk to them.
He shot his head up and looked right into my eyes.
"You can see me?"
"Yes, and hear you. You haven't answered my question."
"No one can see me and I follow them to find this! So I'm dead?"
"Yeah basically." I said with a sigh.
"Are you one of those people with a sixth sense?"
"I guess."
I reached down pulling another cigarette from the pack and lighting it.
"Smoking is bad for you."
"Eh, oh well. Try taking it then."
He gave me a glare before flailing his arms out. He didn't get the cigarette needless to say.
"You didn't try hard enough."
He widened his eyes and gave cocked his head.
"Ok mister sassy pants. Try pushing me off this stone."
Now I'd only knocked a ghost down once or twice, but not of porpoise.
I decided to try anyway. I held my arm out and focused as hard as possible while the man sat arms crossed.
I threw my arm out at him, to mine and his surprise he fell back ward right off the stone.
"How did you do that!?" He asked while standing up.
"I don't know. If I did that's what I would do for a living!"
"Well, anyway, I'm Mitch."
"I'm Scott."
I finished my cigarette off and went to throw it but saw the glare Mitch gave me.
I looked down a shoved the cigarette butt in my pocket.
"Can I leave?" Mitch asked.
"Yes, it's not like in the movies."
"I guess I'll see ya around."
I went and started walking away but noticed Mitch following me.
I brushed it off and walked to whole way to my apartment complex and didn't see him so I slid inside and went into the elevator.
I walked down the long hall to my apartment, I open the door and the first thing I see is Mitch sitting on the floor.
I took my jacket off while staring at him the whole time.
"Did you follow me?"
"Yes"
"Why?"
"I didn't want to be lonely."
I rolled my eyes and went and sat in front of him.
"Fine, tell me about your self then."
AN
OK I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS WHAT SIXTH SENSE IS LIKE. So yeah. This is bad I'm sorry. LOVE YALL
-Ellie
