There (Haunted)

Chapter fifty-seven

"William, what do you mean you can control my future?" I ask as I lay stomach down on my bed as William appears next to my door, I knew he'd come when I would ask him that.

"You remembered that?" He asks.

"Don't answer a question with a question!" I snap. "And of courseyou I remembered that, who wouldn't when you've just been told someone basically controls everything that happens to you!"

"Ah, yes, fair point. But it basically is what it is. I control what happens when it happens, like later you'll remember that journal you found." William begins then realises what he's said. "Oh crap! I wasn't meant to say that!"

I narrow my eyes at him and realise he blinks twice, like he does when he lies!

"Of course! Ben's journal I found down in the basement! You said that on purpose, didn't you?"

He nods.

"Back to the future thing, do you control my mind?" I question.

"No. That would be impossible for me to do. Its your mind, I can't control what you think or what your going to do but I control what happens to you. Although I do get a quick preview on what your thinking."

"Well thats a big let down to know that someone has been controlling your life. But how do you do it?"

"I dunno, its like with the thing that we do so people don't find out about the ghosts. In a way we kind of tell the ghosts not to get caught, because they can read your mind and as thats your main objective, so people don't find out about the ghosts they know that so they don't let themselves be seen. I suppose with your future I just imagine the best and worst scenarios."

"Well can you tell me what happens tomorrow?"

"No because that will ruin the surprises this will happen and anyway, you'll find out!"

"Thats not fair, I want to be ready."

"And you will be, but you have to find out on your own, now go get that book. Oh, is Harry here?"

"No he dropped me off then went home, why?"

"Don't bother showing him the journal then."

"Okay." I get up off my bed and open up my bedside draw and took out the brown leather book.

The front is worn out, slightly ripped around the middle and each corner has been torn away. Middle top in smudged uneven writing reads:

Benjamin Luke Thomas' journal

So I open it up to the first page to see little doodles a eight year old would draw. Several of a attempt to draw my house, a few family of five, most likely the Thomas' and loads of others. But every single picture there is another little boy always next to Ben. But I have no idea who he is because they didn't have anymore children. Plus Ben's made this boy taller. Who is he?

But I look over to the next page and begin to read. I'll read the first page then tell William.

It starts like a normal journal would...

Dear journal,

Today started like every normal day would, me alone down in my dark, gloomy hideout. No warm bed, no parents, no sister and sure no evil brother. How could someone be so cruel? Oh how he beats poor Abigail till she can no longer stand. Charles has some awful horrible friends!

At least i'm not always alone, my friend, he just pops up from no where. He brings me food and keeps me alive. He and Abigail are the only ones that know about my hiding place. Thats why I think Charles hits her, so he can get the answer out of her, so she'll tell him where I am. But she won't give in, she's strong, stronger than Charles thats for sure.

Charles is just a bully, a coward, there is something wrong with him, both mentally and physically. When ever I looked into my twin brothers eyes I could sense evil growing deep inside him. I can always see when there's something bad in a person, its a gift I suppose, like I can tell when something really bad is about to happen and when someone is a really good person.

My friend, Alex, says that I do have a very special gift and that I need to use it for my own protection, how? I do not know yet, Alex says i'll understand when i'm older. I sure hope i'll understand sooner rather than later.

I need to stop wring now, Charles is back in Abigail's room. I can here his footsteps and her screaming, I can't bare it anymore, hopefully father will get home soon and stop him but now i'm going to hide under the floor boards and wait till Alex says its okay to come out.

Goodbye journal, till tomorrow.

"Who's Alex?" I ask William who stared at me with narrowed eyes as I read through the whole thing.

"I don't know, why?" William replies.

"He talks about only Alex and Abigail knew where he was hiding." I say.

"I have no clue who he is. Sorry can't help you on that." William shrugs.

I think. "Maybe he's a ghost."

"Ben could see ghosts?"