They were all around ; ghosts. Talking to each other in the French Croissant. A local cafe on the edge of Bourbon Street New Orleans. I try to block it out, my mind is filled with the voices of the ghosts. I slowly sip my coffee hoping the caffeine will help me a little. It usually does, but today it seems as if it's not caffeinated. As soon as I take another sip, I hear the doors' bell jingle. In walks my best friend, Taylor Lopez, and she sits down in front of me.
"Hi," she says.
"Hi," I say back with a bit of a grin on my face.
"Josie, are you being bothered again by those spirits?" She asks me half-concerned.
"Yeah, kind of, they're all around us right now. Their whispers could make me throw my coffee across the room right now!" I said in a harsh whisper.
Taylor was a 'shadow hunter' or a ghost hunter. She helps me calm the whispers in my head, just as much as I help her grades stay an B and above. Even though she could, she couldn't get out her gear right now and just stab into the air. That would make her be admitted into an asylum, trust me we still have them.
"You know that we could rid them and send them back into hell tonight!" She said out loud. Loud enough for the whole entire cafe to turn their head and stare hard. Luckily the ghosts didn't notice, or we would be dead. Literally, they would possess us and control our lives for the rest of eternity. Too harsh? We'll it's the truth.
"Look Tay, you can't yell cuss words here," I said worrying that she was about to say another one.
"We'll the damn place needs to be able to cuss!!! It's frickin Bourbon Street after all!!" She said, a little less louder than her other outburst, it was almost a whisper except the last three words.
"Taylor Vanessa Lopez! No cussing!!!," I said mimicking her mother.
"Oh well why do you make a big deal every time I cuss?!." Tay said.
"Never mind," I said.
When I get up to leave, a ghost is staring at me. Looking away, I grab my Michael Kors and head out of the door. While walking down the street all I can think of right now is our argument at French Croissant. Taylor is a bit of a wild one, she's never had real parents. They were drunk all the time, and smoked pot. Thinking of that, I've got to go talk to Leanne, my grand mom. Every time I see a ghost, somehow she knows, it's like she has a feeling or something. The twenty minute walk from Bourbon to Lafayette Cemetery is a long one. Oh, by the way, my grandmothers dead. Twenty minutes later, I'm standing here in Lafayette's cemetery over Leanne Kirkland's grave.
Five seconds later, the wind swirls and the dirt caves in revealing a blue and dark purple casket. The casket glows for a few minutes and a human-like hologram forms. Maw-Maw Leanne pops up and asks me who I saw.
"Maw, I didn't see any regulars, Rhey wasn't there and neither was Trix. They must've been hiding
