Ghosts. At least through my point of view

My life

I have been seeing ghosts since I was a baby. At least that's what Stacy told me. Yes, I can see ghosts. And if you don't believe me, I don't really care. No one does anyway. I'm pretty sure my parents think I'm crazy. I started to realize it when I was about nine or ten. One of my many 'ghost friends' (as I like to call them) was siting at the dinner table when my mom sat right on top of him. I tried to tell her that Marley was sitting there but she didn't seem to notice him and sat right through him. I rose an eyebrow as Marley got right off the chair and sighed.

"Man I never get a good seat around here." He muttered.

"What do you mean?" I asked. My parents gave me that look again every time I talked to one of the ghosts.

"Well when you have to vessel or anything, no one can see you. Like if you want to be treated like a normal person." He grunted again. I bet if he had eyes, he'd be glaring at my mom.

"What do you mean, vessel. Like a ghost or something?"

"What you didn't know?"

"Know what?"

"I'm a ghost."

I almost fell out of my chair. I was starting to believe that these were imaginary friends like my parents told me. But it was weird when I didn't grow out of the faze like they said I would.

"So....I can talk to ghosts?"

"Pretty much."

"But how?"

He simply shrugged and floated up, right through the ceiling. I knew he was going to my bedroom. I told them to stay there anyway unless I wanted them to come. They mostly listened. I guess because I'm the only human they can talk to. So ever since then, I tried keeping my talent a secret. My parents don't think I'm as crazy as much now, but they still see me in my room every once in a while, talking to my dead grandfather or something. Marley once told me how a ghost is made when I was around eleven.

"Okay. So you die from a murder or something like me, and you kinda liked your life." Marley said, walking around on the ceiling like it was normal for everyone to do it.

"So, you decide to stay on Earth and enjoy it for the rest of your afterlife. You see the bright light, but you walk away from it. People say it will keep you alive. Yeah, no. If you tell someone not to go into the light, they'll just become a ghost."

I digested that information as he walked onto my wall and onto the floor. "Any questions?" He asked me as if he were a teacher. "Yeah. Can you posses people?"

"Yes. But it's very. Awkward." He said, he eyeless face turning into a cringe expression. "Why?' I asked.

"Well, people have spirits inside of them. You have one, everyone walking down that street outside has one. Everyone in the world has one. And if you go inside a vessel, you can't really push the person out unless they do it themselves. And very people know how. So your kind of trapped in there with another person. You're trying to control them and there trying to take over. It's really painful." I saw him shiver even though spirits don't really feel anything. Mia, a five year old who died from cancer who'd been a ghost for about a year walked up to us.

"It's easier when the person's asleep." She said, looking up in thought.

"What do you mean?" Marley asked.

"I've done it before, they don't really fight back and their spirit kinda floats out on it's own. You take their body to get juice or something, take it back, they take their body back and think it was all a bad dream.

Marley looked at her shocked. "When did you do that?" He asked shocked.

"About a month ago." She said walking away.

"Um, Marley?" I asked, turning back to him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you posses your own body?"

He sighed. "Well, yes, since your the only soul left to it. But your just not the same again, most the time your already buried or burned. And you can't really stop the pain from whatever happened from killing you again. Like if your heart stopped in a hospital, you can't just enter your body and start it again." He sighed again. Being the curious girl I was, I asked more questions. I was still getting used to the whole, ghost thing.

"How old are you?"

"92."

"I mean when you died."

"Around 23."

"So...." I said doing the math in my head. "You've been on Earth for over a hundred years."

"I guess."

"Has the world changed much?"

"Very much."

"Do you like the change?"

"Not really."

I won't really be writing more unless you really want me to. :)