Ghostly Curse

Accident

When your born and raised in a family that can sense ghosts, demons, and most any dangers around, you tend to learn a few things. For example, my eldest brother can sense dangerous or bad people when he firsts meets them, my eldest sister can occasionally see ghosts, my other sister can do magic better than most of us, my mom can dream walk and do the other things my siblings can, and I can do a little bit of everything besides dream walk. My specialty is demons or evil spirits, ghosts as most call them. I can see them based on how evil they are, the more evil the more clearly I can see them. It's almost unbelievable, but true. My name is Leo, I am 17 and the youngest of four. I have dark red brown skin, long black hair, and a bad temper that has gotten me in trouble a couple of times. My mom called me Leo because when I was born I had bright orange eyes that changes color. The reason I don't mention my father is because he is at war and I haven't seen him since I was a young child.

It was April 18, just the day before my birthday. I was driving because my mom requested me to go buy something from the store and pick up my sister. I just picked up my sister when the worst thing could have happened. But, I'm not going to get to that yet.

You see, my mother was planning a surprise party that my sister told me about on accident. I was planning on going along with it when my mom called me into the living room. "Leo, come here, will you?" When I got to the living room she asked, "Would you mind going to the store and picking up a few things for me? And your sister needs a ride home from her friends."

I agreed and left the house. My mom sent me for a huge list that I'm not going to repeat out of laziness. It took almost an hour to pick up the supplies and get it to my car. It took another twenty minutes to pick up my sister, who gladly ate dinner with her friend, and set out for home. That is when it happened. A semi came barreling at us from my side and I had no time to react before it hit. You see, my car isn't a prissy little Prius, but in fact a huge ass truck that could take the hit, though barely. I don't remember much from when the semi hit to when I was in the hospital, but I do remember my sister crying out to me and loud sirens.

When I found myself again in the hospital something very important was off. I wasn't in my body. I saw my mother sleeping with puffy red eyes next to my sleeping form, my two sisters huddled together, asleep, on a random couch like chair, and my brother sitting on another chair on the other side of me. He was the only one awake. I touched his shoulder, worried. His head lifted up and pointed in my direction as though he could tell I was standing next to him instead of lying in front of him. He made no movement as I squeezed his shoulder a tiny bit.

"We will be fine, just try to wake up," he whispered before turning his head back towards my body.

That night I tied my soul to my body as tightly as I could to keep wandering spirits or sneaky demons out. To tie your soul to your body is a way to show that your body is taken. There is always an unbreakable string tied between soul and body that can never be broken unless death reaches you, but if you are to stay out of your body for a while, such as dream walking or any out of body experience, you must always connect your soul to your body to ward off the bad. It was something my mom taught me, sort of. What you do is think of yourself like a tree and the roots of the tree is where your body is, basically the seed of the tree being surrounded by its roots. I don't get it much either, but it's a good way to start.

I finished tying my soul to my body when the sun came the next morning, only because I didn't know how. My family was awake and talking to each other when the doctor came in. My sister was staring at me as though she saw a ghost, which is odd because she sees them all the time.

"Are you the family?" The doctor asked. My family nodded. "Leo, is in a coma. We aren't sure when he will wake up." I was kind of shocked with how bluntly the doctor said that, but it came out easy and very understandable.

I'm not sure if the way my family reacted to that was good or bad. My brother punch a wall, which was a weird reaction to me, he usually isn't physically violent. My sister that could see me stayed quite while hugging my other crying sister, and my mother didn't make a single sound or movement for a good minute or so. The doctor left after answering a few questions my brother asked in my moms place and apologizing for some reason.