There (Haunted)

Chapter thrity-nine

William's POV

Albert Einstein once asked, "The question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I or the others crazy?"

Today to the modern people I would be known as weird. But years and years ago I would be known as cursed that I'm not right and to others now I still am. Yes it's not right that I can see, speak and heat ghosts, the people that aren't there. But it's not my fault. I can't control it.

It's in my blood now, it's stuck in brain, it's not up to me, but at least I know I'm not going insane.

I think since Harry and Jenna have gone it's gotten worse. When I was about 12 I could see random people on the street, only the people that died on that street. Now I see them everywhere and they know I can see them but I can't help it. Sometimes I wish I couldn't see them but then others it's quite helpful.

I know it's only been a day since Harry has gone missing and a two days since I've seen Jenna but I really miss them.

Harry's been my best friend since I was very young, he's been with me no matter what, through tough times ands rough times and I cannot loose him forever. Then there's Jenna, I really like, although I don't think Harry will be to pleased with his best friend going out with his sister, but hell I might even be in love with her and I cannot loose her either.

And that is one of the reasons I hate seeing ghosts and a reason why I hate then overall.

Some of them can be good, yeah, but not Rose.

I actually knew from the very start that she was a ghost. But she begged me to not tell anyone, so I didn't which was a pretty stupid idea not telling someone.

Now Becca's mind is turning to mine, she will replace me, somehow the ghosts chose who's mind they will haunt, when one dies they find another, another one is chosen, and the chosen one is Becca. She has to make sure not many people know about ghosts, like I have been for the last 15 years.

I know one day I will turn into one of them, and I know it will be sooner rather than later. Because the tumour is getting bigger, it's getting worse, I've fought it for the past few years but I know it will get to me soon and kill me. I can't tell Becca she will be alone when the worse comes yet, it will devastate her, I think.

But maybe I will all ways be with her. Like my father was with me. When he died I was 17, my mother told me how he died although she once said it was a car crash but I know it was a lie.

He stayed with me even when he died. He to was like me, he said he couldn't see them but I knew he was lying as well, he does the same as me when we lie, he blinks twice. Even Becs figured that out, I know she did.

"Do you really want to know how I died?" My dad looks like an older version of me, Layla looks nothing like him but then I don't look much like my mum either.

I nod.

"A ghost killed me. He had a power that could never be beaten." My dad tells me.

He looks the same. Just the same as he did the day before he died. He still wears a suit and tie but he changed his tie while he was dead, ghosts can do that. I know Aaron did it, he changed his shoes.

"Who killed you dad?" I ask

I went outside to get some air and to talk to my dad. Becca and Theo are inside still talking.

"His name was Aaron, he killed me right next door." I stare at him.

The ghost next door killed my father.