My Weird Life

It all begins here

"Help me....."
There it was again. That faint whisper for help has been driving me nuts for a whole night now. I tossed and turned in my bed, wishing that I did not even have this power.
Before I continue, I would like to explain this "power" I have. I have,like a lot of people like to call it, the "Third Eye". As far as I can remember, this curse has been with me since I was a wee baby. Sure, it can be helpful sometimes. Like you can talk to spirits to pass time and all that but there are more DISadvantages than advantages. For example, some spirits are NOT friendly. They will literally eat your face off once they know you can see them. Another reason is that when you're communicating with them, you will look like a lunatic. What you see is not what EVERYBODY sees. And finally, some spirits will think that you can some how bring them back to life again. So they annoy the freak out of you by screaming "HELP!" all the time. Which brings me back to the story.
After messing up my bed with all my tossing and turning, I look up at my clock to see that it was 3 a.m. The Witching Hour. I groaned inwardly, if I don't sleep now, I won't be ready for my boring day at school tomorrow. So I crawled out of bed, snuck past my snoring parents and headed down the stairs to my living room, towards the faint whispers of the night.
It was quite hard to find the ghost at first but after what seems like eternity, I stood in front of my toilet door.
"Alright! And what seems to be the problem today, Mr/Mrs ghost?" I said sarcastically, pushing open the doors.
To my surprise, not a single soul was in there.
"Okay.....now this is awkward." I murmured.
My toilet was not very big, so it took me less than 5 minutes to check it. After that, I checked once more for any sounds, found none , and decided to head out of the toilet. Maybe it was just a false alarm, I thought to myself, maybe I AM going insane.
And as if right on que, a streak of red hair, the colour of blood, flashed past my peripheral vision. I turned around, curiosity aroused, and was greeted by a slim teenage girl, whom you will come to know of in the future as Aisha, with striking red eyes. I was used to seeing spirits pop out of nowhere by now but I was still 13 so I opened my mouth and was about to let out a shriek. But, before I could accomplish that, her hand shot out and covered my mouth like a gag.
"Relax," she said cheerfully," we're just gonna have some fun in hell together!"
And just like that, we entered a now appearing ominous portal and my life working as hell's personal warrior began. Sayōnara life as an average kid with the Third Eye, hello life as a soldier.