Chosen

Chapter 4

As soon as we got there, Tyga looked like a kid in a candy factory. I’ve never seen anyone that would get so excited to go to anyone’s childhood home. “Wow, so many spirits all coming together here, no wonder the house is empty, and that people think this house is extremely haunted.”

“Tyga…I grew up in this house and we had no trouble living here at all. I love this house.” Why would Tyga say something like that? I know there is stories that this house is haunted, but come on, I mean really, this can’t be!

“Katy have you seen some of these spirits, when you were a child?” I shot Tyga a look, where did that question come from?

“Why do you ask?”

“All the spirits are bowing down to you, they say the chosen one has returned. Do you have any idea what they’re talking about?” Tyga looked at me in aww and strangely excited.

“I have no idea about that. What do they mean, the chosen one?” Seriously confused now and I’m shocked. This is getting freaky.

“They say you are the one who can travel between Hell, Heaven and the living. A spirit walker of some sort.”

“Me? Why me? There is nothing spiritual about me?” Now I’m getting freaked out even more.

“A woman born with a double simian line, is one of the chosen few. They won’t tell me, when or where things are going to happen…” Even Tyga is now confused. He frowned, taking my hands for a quick study. “…They were right. Did anyone tell you they find you strange or odd?”

“That is a weird question to ask me. No one have told me that ever … and well I never told anyone this, for some reason I like being around spirits. The ‘haunted’ houses or places, even the cemetery, makes me feel safe and at home… Never thought about it, until you’ve asked me.”

“Do you really think the cemetery is a comfortable place to be?” Hearing and seeing, Tyga getting scared like that, I’m starting to think, that’s he’s thinking I’m creepy.

“Yeah I do. You look like you’re getting scared of me?” Tyga backed away from me, like he’s about to run away in and of fear.

Not saying a word, he stopped and gained control of his actions and stood his ground. “Well, I hope you’re not going to do anything to me?” He said in a shaky voice.

“No silly, I’m not going to do anything to you…” I reassured him, walking down to the hallway to where my old bedroom is. “…I wonder if it’s still there.”

“If what’s there?”

“When I was little, I wrote my name on the wall at the back of the closet.” I walked to the closet, opening it, and there it is, my name written on the wall with the date 1998 MARCH 30 TODAY I AM 6 YEARS OLD, KATY COETZEE. “…Wow, the memories. Some of them good and some bad.” I sighed.

“I find you specifically, really hard to read, almost impossible to read.” Tyga looks at me weirdly, then shaking his head and he walked out of the room.

I followed him out the room and we went to my parents’ old room. Suddenly, I have tears in my eyes with a bad memory attached to them. “Hey, I know I can’t do much as a medium to you, but I’m here as a friend. Mind telling me what’s wrong.”

“Thanks Tyga and please don’t think I’m bad or that I’m seeking pity from you, because I don’t.” I sighed, nervous as hell.

I don’t want to tell him about my past in this house, but maybe if I tell him, it might just be something that he could use to help me figure this whole thing out. “Well…my mom was at work one day and I was playing my favourite game on the computer with my little sister, and my dad called me. Leaving my sister playing all by herself. He looked around the house searching for someone, little did I know he was making sure the coast is clear for what he’s about to do. He said I must help him with something in his bedroom. He took a small clear plastic bag from his closet…”

I sat down on the cold floor, continuing my story. “Telling me to take off my pants and underwear. I didn’t know anything about what’s going to happen, not even what it is, at the time. He…” I gulped loudly, sniffing and crying through it all. “…took off his pants, putting the plastic bag over his uh…and you can guess what happens next.”

“Yeah, I can. I’m so sorry I didn’t know.

“It’s ok, I needed the cry anyway. It’s a stress reliever for me every once in a while.” I smiled at Tyga, wiping off the tears and getting back on my feet.