The spirit child

One

I'm rather fond of ghosts and spirits. It's the living that really tick me off. They have no respect for all the work I put into this graveyard. I am the one cleaning and putting new flowers out. Living humans are the worst.

I sat in my little cabin at the back of the graveyard on my laptop playing some useless game that I use to pass the time. Out the window I see a burial happening on the far edge of the field.

"Raven don't forget to pay respects to the new guy. I heard he died young too. 20 maybe?" My 'mother' said fixing her dress. A big skirted dress in a faded pick was what she liked to wear. It all she wore. She died in that dress. In the 1800 if I remember correctly.

"Can I say hi! Can I!" Max said jumping on the couch. The forever six year died in a car accident many years ago.

"Wait till the family and friends leave. Then we can wake him." I say watching the crying people leave. It was a smaller group then the normal ones but that's none of my business.

Hours later the grave was finished and the people have all disappeared. We, well, I walked over to the grave with my floating friends behind me. Stopping in front of the newly set grave I take my normal stance and get ready.

"Oh, spirit of the once living I invite you to walk again. Not as the same but in a high state. Will you expect my offer?" A faint glow then there was nothing. "He wishes to sleep then or meet us later when he is ready." I turned to walk away when the crows started their normal racket making. Something was off though. Looking back that the grave I read the name.

'Daniel Conner'

The weekend has passed and people start going to work. That includes me. I start the mower up to cut the grass. I wish the government gave me a ride mower. My life would be so much easier.

As a college dropout I do my schooling online or night courses. I haven't been in an actual school in a year. I did want to be an artist or a game designer but it didn't work out money wise. Being 20 and running a graveyard is hard especially when the people there can only talk to you. I have chatted with many ghosts of people and I'm prone to draw spirits in. But life is okay where I am.

A week have passed and Daniel has woken yet. Which is odd but it's up to him. Halloween is nearing and the ghosts were abuzz about it. All excited to mess with some teens that dare come into their graveyard.  Around midnight, when I do my regular viewing of the yard I noticed a car parked in the parking lot. No one usually visits at this time. I wondered in the dark with my flash light off, when I spot a man.

I can't see much of his detail other than, about 5 9 and a buzz cut. He had stopped at Daniel's grave.

"I miss you little brother." He said not knowing I was behind a rear by tree. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you like a brother should. I should have done more with you. I took advantage of the time because we were not supposed to part so soon." A little glow came from the grave as a young man sat down on the top of it. He was very similar you the man standing. "You left me alone, but I forgive you. I can't imagine the pain you went through."

"He is better now." I spoke not realizing. The man whipped around to see me peeking out from the tree.

"How long have you been there?"

"Long enough." I smile and walk over. Stood next to the man. "Your brother is here. You are not alone. You may not see him but know he is here."

"How do you know?" Tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

"I may sound weird but I just know he is." Daniel smiled and stood up.

"Brother in sorry but the pain was too much. I am too weak." The new ghost spoke.

"He was not weak, he just had to let go." I say before looking at Daniel in the eyes. He seemed surprised but not too badly.

"Thank you, mysterious women."

"Call me Raven. I am the grave keeper."

"I'm Alec."