Ghost

Ghosts are NOT real. They can't be! They defy scientific laws! So I am definitely NOT seeing one right now. No I’m not it’s impossible. I’m just dreaming… or nightmare-ing? Whatever they’re not real! But it is so realistic! I can almost touch it. Then my nightmare really began.

I cannot believe I was so stupid. I touched it. I touched the ghost and now I can put my hand through myself, no can see me and no one can hear me. I can watch over my family and that’s it no contact. Well I guess there is a little contact. They can feel my touch but that freaks them out. Trust my ghostly words I’ve tried.

I am now left here lingering around watching my family worry about me. There was no trace of my human form left on the ground or anywhere. When I touched the ghost the wind blew hard against my spine making the vertebrae’s shiver. Then I blacked out and look at me now; a horrifying monster.

My life is so boring and tragic now. I can’t do anything except stare at my poor mother screaming in despair, the manliest man I’ve ever seen get soggy eyed and depressed. My sisters Becky and Sophia were writing long paragraphs to put on my grave. I floated -yes I can float- around the corner and banged on the wall hoping they could hear. Both sisters jumped out of their seats. As eyes stared right through me at the door, small tears fell down their pale cheeks.

They were scared. I’m scared. So unbelievably scared, of myself. If only someone could see me and help me. If only there were away to un-ghost myself. Maybe if I found the ghost I touched I will turn back to normal. Maybe just maybe I’ll be human again. It is a slim chance. But I’ll still try.

So here I am wandering around my neighbourhood, board out of my traumatized mind. I saw many depressed kids I’ve never seen before. Following what looked like their parent that I occasionally see around this small town. The children looked not only depressed but as if no one was noticing them. Their eyes were like sponges right after being dipped into the ocean. Besides being flooded by water their eyes had no color at all. There were only about four of the mysterious children. Although, I only noticed one in particular –the one staring at me-.

I started to make my way to the boy. He started his way to me. About a foot apart we both stopped. The boy analyzed my every curve, every strand of hair that grew from my head, and my eyes. When looking deeply into my soulless body he smirked. “You’re trapped to huh?” As he spoke those surprising words I jumped. “Uh… Ye- Yea. Are you a Gho-““A ghost too? Yes, yes I am a ghost. For six years now. I’m Ross.” Ross said interrupting my completely stutter-filled sentence. “Umm… Ross? Has anyone gotten un-trapped?” I said hoping he would say yes. “Never.” His reply was so serious I didn’t dare through back a really?! Or a Seriously?! That’s pretty depressing! To be honest it was actually quite depressing just to be here. “Did anyone ever try? Wait never mind that. Have you ever tried to get out?“ He looked down at his feet and looked back into my eyes. “Once, and I’m never trying it again.” His voice was still serious but something was different. Something was scared in his tone.

“What did you try? If you don’t mind me asking.” I blurted not leaving him time to breathe after his previous sentence. He huffed then gestured to lie on the grass with him. Our heads were facing each other and tears dwelled in his in-coloured eyes. I could see his sorrow clearly. “Well, I had just transformed. I was terrified and curious just like you. I thought for days. If only I had figured out a solution. Then it hit me. I would find the ghost that killed me. Or at least try to. Although, first I had to find other ghosts.” I was shaking at the intensity of the tale. His lips stopped for a moment. He looked around. He looked back at his family. Then Ross eyeballed me. “You see it’s hard to tell if one is a ghost or not. So I wandered looking for eyes with no color. No one. I never saw the ghost that killed me either. It was hard to find him. So, I gave up.”I looked at him in disbelief for a moment. “You just gave up?!” He laughed at my high pitch squeal of a question and smirked. “Yup.” I shook my head slow and disappointed. “So you didn’t even care you couldn't talk to anyone; at all?!” Again he looked around and back at me. He took my hand and pulled me a crossed what I guessed was his lawn. He brought me to a small window and tapped on it in a special sounding way. A knock returned and Ross slid his finger a crossed the dusty window and hit it again. The window opened and we floated in to a little girl who resembled Ross entirely.