Sacred Deductions

Chapter 3

(Kayla)

 

 The only people I have hungout with since I was murdered, was the family that previously lived here. Well, I don't even know if I can classify as it "hanging out", because they didn't really even know I was there. I'm used to not being seen by humans. Yeah, sure, I have a couple ghost friends, but most of them end up crossing over to heaven, while I'm stuck here.

 You know why? Because I don't know how to cross over. Nobody ever taught me how. I would love to, but it's just one of those things I just can't have.

  Don't get me wrong, living on earth can be fun, but it's not like I can really even do anything. My day usually consists of walking out in the garden, reading, roaming aimlessly about the house, listen to the family that occupies the houses conversation, and sometimes if I'm in the mood, I will go to the mall and look around.

 I can't buy anything, or touch anything, because if I did, all the living people would see is a object floating around in the air. Not the kind of attention I want to attract.

 I looked around. I stay in the house I was killed in. I don't know why, but I guess I'm kinda stuck living here. The bedroom I usually stayed in was massive. There was a fireplace against the north wall, and tons of windows, making the space very bright and open. The walls were a dark shade of brown, some of it chipping off in certain areas. There was a big walk-in closet on the left side of the room, which was where my body was found.

  I got off the window ledge I was sitting on, a floated over to the closet. I looked down, knowing every time I did so, I would see the faded red stain of my blood embedded into the carpet.

 It was gruesome, gorry, and graphic. Pretty much a blood-bath. 

It brought tears to my eyes, thinking about that night. I tried not to think about it very often, it only brought un-wanted thoughts to my dense mind.

 I was so stupid!  I don't understand why I couldn't defend myself. 

 The sudden sound of footsteps pounding up the main staircase snapped me back to reality. Instead of running out of the closet and to the door, I just drifted through the wall, into the hallway, to see who was here.

 It was a guy. A goth guy. A hot goth guy. Holy crap. Score! 

His head was down. I think he was listening to his iPod, when he looked up. And stopped dead in his tracks. He was staring right at me.

 I can't say my heart was racing, beating so fast with panic, because, well, it stopped beating a while ago. But he could see me. He could really see me!

 "What the hell?" He exclaimed, eyes wide with shock.

"You can see me?" I asked, so excited. I felt my grin spreading across my ghostly face.

 "Um, yeah. I can see you. What are you doing in my house?" He asked.

"What? This is my house, too. And how can you see me?" I said slowly, confused by what he meant.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not blind, I can see people who break into other peoples houses. And this is not your house too. We just bought this house, and my mom never said about having a tenant or anything..."  What was he talking about? This is totally my house too! I was here way before he was. And what does he mean by person? I'm a freakin' ghost.

 "I was here way before you. Plus, how can you see me? I've never met anyone that can see me!" I said.

 "What the heck? Are you crazy or something? I'm pretty sure anyone can see you and-" He broke off and took a step forward. "Just get out of our house" He snapped and reached for my wrist, probably to drag me outside. I didn't move as his hand went right through my arm. 

 Shock spread like a wild fire across his face when he realized what had just happened. Ha, that will teach him not to grab at total strangers.

 He made a sort of choking noise in the back of his throat, and took a couple staggering steps backwards.

 "W-what?" He stuttered. That's it, he didn't know I was a ghost! He must have this super crazy ability to see ghosts as clear as normal people. But on TV and stuff, ghosts were always translucent. So, why am I perfectly normal? "W-why did my hand just past right through your arm?"

 "Because I'm a ghost, silly. And you can see me! You wouldn't believe how happy I am right now. You can help me."