The Whisperers

Chapter II

They call me many names, He Who Shall Not Be Named, Phantom Boy, The Death Ghost, and some other names I can't say aloud. But, I prefer to call myself It. It suits me, I'm not human anymore I am nothing. Therefore, I am It. I don't like to speak of my death because I died. I like to watch the humans and pretend I'm alive again. Sometimes I get too committed and make something fall. The superstitious preform rituals or try to use sage to "rid the evil spirits" I just shrug and fade away, probably bumping into another chair and scaring them once again. Yes, life sucks a lot but it sucks a little less when you want to make someone happy. It all started with a 5 year old girl who was crying over her father on Father's Day. She held the photograph in her little hands with tears in her eyes and I decided to do a little "magic" I simply picked up the photograph and since she couldn't see me, her eyes widened with awe.
"Magic!" she squeaked.
I felt a smile form on my lips. I watched her grow. 
I continued to make her happy over the years. But, one day everything changed. I started to look at her differently. And when her friend came over I felt a burning feeling in my stomach, jealously.
"Show me the magic again," her friend said with a smile. His smile can light up a whole room.
She stared at a knife and an urge overcame me. Something new. I wanted to kill him. I picked up the knife with a trembling hands and got close to him.
"Haha cool," he said, flashing that stupid smile again.
I close my eyes and drew the knife back.
"Okay stop playing with me," he said nervously.
"I-I can't control it," she said with a whisper.
He backed away slowly and I followed him with the knife still drawn.
"P-please do something!" he said with terror.
"I'm trying!" she yelled.
I pulled knife forward with all of my force. But, something stopped me. I looked into his eyes. Oh how stupid was I? Jealously got the best of me. I dropped the knife and fell on my knees sobbing.
I am never, ever holding a knife again. I continue to watch the girl day by day, keeping her happy and safe wishing I was alive again because I love Anna Tellohimer. I love her with all of my heart.

It's my 20th birthday today and suddenly I crave cake. I miss the sweet taste of the fluffy insides and the frosting that is so sweet that it is sickening. Obviously I still look 16 years old but, that's the blessing or curse of being dead. I follow Anna to her friends house. I memorised her schedule, at exactly 6:30AM she goes to Theo's house to do some "investigating"
Theo opens the door and flashes his famous smile.
"Hi Anna Banana," he exclaims with his annoyingly deep voice.
"Hey Theohno," she says with that small little smile of her's.
She steps in cautiously, making sure her "powers" are controlled. They're controlled all right. She says her hellos to Mrs.Dun and heads upstairs with Theo to his room.
He opens the door to his messy room with papers and clippings from news articles sprawled about.
"Check this out," he says as he hands an ancient looking newspaper.
She reads it aloud,"Local New York Boy dies from Natural Causes."
My heart drops. Liars. Tears start to well up in my eyes.
"LIAR," I scream as loud as I can.
Anna falls covering her ears in pain.
"ANNA!" Theo yells rushing over her.
I throw the article across the room with pure fury.
"Anna control it, please!"
"I-I can't" She looks up in his eyes "H-help me. it hurts"
I pushed Theo away in anger.
"STUPID," I yell again making Anna scream.
I am a monster, I am evil, and I had enough. I faded away.