jesse's diary (aka the book of death)

As I sat in the car I thought about what had happened this summer all the people I saw, the friends I made, and the funeral I went to. And by people I mean ghosts, by friends I mean ghost friends, and by funeral I mean my parents accidental death. They were drunk driving that night and got hit by a truck. But the truck was never found. And when they were out they were at a professional professors meeting. My parents where always my best friends so I know them pretty well. Yes I know what you’re thinking oh my gosh is this boy questioning his own parents death? Well yes for a matter of fact I am and with good reason. See I know quite a bit about death for a boy who’s 10 years old. Well as a matter of fact I do know quite a bit about the dead because I see ghosts. Yeah, yeah I know sound the alarm send me to the psycho ward have me government tested blah, blah, blah. I’ve done it all before. I’ve seen ghosts since I was born. In fact the first time I told someone was because in grade 1 I thought everyone could see them so I said to my friend at the time 

“Hey do you think that ghost is a guy or a girl I can’t tell”

“Wait what” he replied

“The ghost over there with the flower crown”

“Are you kidding me?”

“What don’t you see him?”

“No! I don’t see ghosts cause I’m not a freak!”

Then he pushed me onto the concrete. There was frequent questioning and many different whispers in the hallway. People thought I was hallucinating, people thought I was insane, and no one accepted me. Except my parents they knew where I was coming from because my father’s father saw ghosts and my mother saw them too. It usually skips a generation but since my grandpa had it so did I which sucked. Oh were stopping “ow!” I said we stopped a bit too fast.

Well at least my aunt’s house is nice. I can’t say the same about her she really odd and not the good odd the really creepy odd. Her clothes look like hippie gone wrong, she has a short bob but it’s in dreadlocks. She always wares this reddish brown ripped up rag of a dress, and weird bangles and wooden necklets. I wonder if she has the ghost gift (or the GG as I call it) I don’t know exactly how she’s related to me so she might. And if anyone where to have the GG she certainly looked the part.

I wonder if there is a graveyard near here because lately I’ve been seeing more ghosts then I have in my entire lifetime. I was think about asking my ‘aunt’ (she has asked me to call her mummy or Miriam but I am NOT doing that!) if there is a graveyard near but then again what if she’s never heard of the GG she’ll freak out! I’ve decided to not tell her. She’s just too creepy and the ghosts are actually quite friendly. All thought I feel like I know them which is weird.

A ghost just came up to me and told me he was once my aunts husband he said

“Run”

“What?” I replied

“Run as fast as you can and never come back”

“Why”

“I was once this woman’s husband and…”

But then my aunt walked in and said

“Who were you talking to son?”

“Um no one…”

“Good we can’t have no intruders in here right son?”

“No I was just talking to myself”

“Good, good not like you were talking to any ghosts or anything right son?” and she held the on for like five minutes

“Uh um no…”

“Good” then she crackled loudly

Then I exited the room. I hate how she calls me son it’s just not right. I’m getting suspicious of her. I think I’ll try to summon that ghost and maybe spy on her. I’ve become good at spying on people because at all my schools I was bullied for my name: Jesse. People said it was a girl’s name. And I was bullied for being the creepy kid who was kicked out of his school. Anyway I basically perfected the art of being a wall flower.

Big news BIG NEWS! I was spying on my aunt and she didn’t notice me. So she went down into this secret sort of lair but the she looked back to check if someone was following her so I hid. But then I went back and went down the stairs that wind down like in the big mansions except these ones where concrete and had some sort of sticky stuff on them. So I went down and guess what I saw there where massive shot guns all over the place then there was a door. It was big and heavy I had trouble lifting it but I did and I saw the most horrific sight a humans eyes could ever behold. Thousands upon thousands of grave stone with skulls on them or half decomposed heads they all had the same hole on the side of their head like a bullet hole. And they all had the same last name. Fleming, Fleming was my last name. Oh god oh dear god I had to get out of here all the ghost where rising 

“I told you” said one

“Your next” said another

“Run little boy run” said a third one 

There were millions I was freaking out my vision was blurring I had to run I had to tell the police!

“Calm down Jesse” said a sweet voice “take a deep breathe” wait I knew the voice that voice has my 

“Mom?”

“I’m right here Jesse”

“But the car it”

“No our bodies were never found your aunt killed us”

“But why?”

“No one knows why but she just keeps going down the family line killing us off”

“But mom I…”

 “shh Jesse you need to run tell the police, hide, just run away from here you’re her next target”

“Ok mom”

“Jesse”

“Yes mom”

“I love you”

“I love you too mom”

Then I ran I bolted out of the basement past the musty living room and out the door

“Son?” I heard as I ran

She saw me oh my god she saw me. I ran faster into town and realized I could take a short cut through the wood. But I didn’t know the woods that well but that was a chance I was willing to take. I mean if the woods are real that big there’s no way she could find me in there right? I ran as fast as I could until I came to a shack WHY IN THE WORLD IS THERE A SHACK HERE! I thought. Well if no one was in it…

“HELLO!” no response

Good enough for me. I ran in and noticed it was only four walls with nothing inside. Then I hear the door lock. I spun I round and there she was

“Hello there son” she said “guess you found my little secret eh? I’m a killer and all that jazz” this woman is insane I thought “WELL DON’T YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY! Your mother was always bragging about how curious you were well that’s my reason, your mother she was always the smart, gifted, talented, pretty and funny one and to make it better she had the GG yes I know what it is. And my mother was always taking care of HER need and HER wants. But never me oh no never ever me. I didn’t have the GG I wasn’t special then to add insult to injure she went one to become a smart professor with a handsome rich husband and an amazing son. So I wanted her life I wanted to BE her. So I killed her. Ever wonder why I call you son? Well there you go. And to think we could have become such good friends. The mother and son duo. I was going to spare you so we could have such fun. What a waste” 

Then I looked down the barrel of her gun and with a loud bang in woke up.

Oh did I mention I can see into the future?