Mid-October 2014:
1 week till Halloween, means one week to creep people out before they will expect it. Where should I do it this time, I need a good place for my body to lie, somewhere where my family will find it, and protect it, while I escape to do my haunts. The stairs would be the perfect place to collapse, and one, two, three, and I’m out. It’s always weird being able to stare down at my soul-less body, but being able to haunt and possess people always clears away any weirdness. Today is what-the 24th, means it’s time to scare Luke.
“Honey, it’s happened again, Drake is unconscious on the stairs!” Oh mom, if only you know, if only.
“Kimmy, it’ll be okay, it always works out. We just need to get him into the parlor and make sure someone can be with him at all times, to see when he regains consciousness.”
“Okay, Philip, I’ll grab his legs and you get his arms, and we’ll take him into the parlor.”
Great they’re taking me to the parlor again, I hate having to wake in that room, it always smells like mildew in there. Sooo not the smell you want to wake up to. Anyway I can’t stand to be with them in this state any longer, they always have way to happy of a face on, especially when their own child passes out.
Luke lives three houses down the street, his house is the biggest house in the neighborhood, but that’s only because he has the richest family. Luke was the schools biggest snob. He had a light blond shaggy hair cut. He always had a fashion type that you knew was very expensive, you couldn’t even talk to the guy without him mentioning his private jet, or his private island, or his special space outfit for when he wanted to visit space. Like that would ever happen. But anyway, I scare him at least once a week, he deserves it, besides being the schools biggest snob, he’s also the schools biggest bully. And he gets away with it to, with the whole ‘my daddy’s a lawyer thing’. But hey when you can turn yourself into a ghost you can stay anonymous. I mean he seems like my best target, why not, he is so homophobic and I’m hella homosexual.
It only takes me about three minutes to get to his house, seeing as this was not my first visit, I knew exactly which room was his, third window on the left on the fifth floor. Upon entering his room your eyes are just drawn to his enormous bed, and sitting on that enormous bed was Luke himself, completely naked. Great just what I wanted to see, my most hated person, naked, playing with himself. Well before I can begin I can at least admire from a far his body. For someone that mean to people, he has no muscle, he is almost stick thin, and uber tall, yet toned at the same time. UGH SHUT UP BRAIN. We are here to scare not fawn over him.
Him being naked does give me some ideas though. Hmm. Rude naked boy sitting in his room, laying on his bed….. looking at the ceiling….. the ceiling that is bare….. like an open canvas. One thing to note before I do this, in ghost form I can will things into existence for the purpose of using them, but as soon as I let go they disappear, and I can’t bring them back with me. But anyway, let us begin in the weekly haunt.
“Luke” I wrote in a blood red scratchy font on his ceiling.
“Wh-what the hell is that”
“I can hear you, Luke, naughty Luke, little Luke pleasuring himself” I wrote in the same style, man you should see his face, he looks like he’s about to piss his pants... errr his lack of pants.
“Who are you, no what are you, why are you in my room, go away, stop, I’m an innocent boy, I’ve done nothing wrong” The look on his face was priceless it was like he was begging for forgiveness. Ha.
“Innocent boys don’t touch themselves Luke, look at yourself, God disapproves.”
“No, God, please forgive me, I’ve been a saint all my life, I just had to try it, all the homo’s at school were talking about it, I just had to try it!” He did not just say that!!! Time to kick it up a notch.
“Oh Luke, those guys at school have won my favor, you’ve given into the Devil in you, and have pleasured yourself against my best wishes. And I was so hoping you would join me one day, with those guys from school too, you know them, the ones you bully, remember Luke I see everything. And nothing goes unpunished” By this point the look on his face was one of poor fear, and he was scrambling to get some clothes on, he couldn’t bear to keep the whole naked thing up in front of his ‘God’.
“You can’t be God, he would never punish someone, epically someone who does his will by telling the homosexuals that they are an abomination.” Oh Luke, you keep digging yourself in a deeper hole here, you should really stop.
“Lukey, Lukey, Lukey, do you not trust me, I say love thy neighbor like yourself, and if that is how you love thy neighbor’s, even those of the same street as you, then I say it is time for your love to come back to you!” I had a plan in my mind, while he whimpered in the corner, with his clothes half on, I figured what best than to do to him what he does to us.
“NO! YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO ME! I PRAY TO YOU ALL THE TIME, I AM A FAITHFUL SERVANT OF CHRIST YOU CAN’T BE RUDE TO ME, GOD YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”
Poor naïve Luke, God is simply teaching you a lesson….. “Luke this is simply a way for you to realize what you do to people, you cannot tell God what to do” And with that I picked up his light body and dragged him over to his closet, threw the doors open and then threw him inside of it before knocking him unconscious. Ha. Look who's in the closet now loser.
Well that went weirder than expected, I left him a little note on the door to his closet as well as stripping him again, before locking him in there from the outside. Surprisingly that only took me about an hour to do, so I have still 5 hours left before it’s unsafe to be out. Awesome.
Next stop was the nearest coffee shop, I wanted to freak out some people, I’ve got some ideas from a prank video I saw online.
As I entered I scanned the room to see who was there. We had the two baristas, one, a boy with dirty blonde hair looking to be in his early twenties and two, a girl with strawberry blonde hair who seemed to be in her late teens. There were five people sitting throughout the shop. Two middle aged men in suits going over business procedures. A boy in his late teens sipping on coffee in the corner. And finally two teenage girls in a window seat, sipping coffee, and talking about that newest boy band, with the hot guy in it.
First things first, lights need to flicker. Awesome the light switch is back by the door. I went right over to it and flipped it five or six times. Two high-pitched screams sounded as the two teenage girls flipped shit over the power outage. Next was to write a message on the wall before the barista got the lights on, hmmm, perfect. “HELLO I’m here for the one whose crime went unpunished” Always get someone with that one.
The lights came back on, and the elder of the two business men gasped at my message.
“ Jeffery, l-l-look, there is a message on the wall….”
And with that they were all noticed of my message, the girls freaked out and ran out of the shop, while the baristas were trying to come down the other three guests. I noticed that the teen boy had caught my eye. Strange it seemed like he could see me, but that wasn’t possible I’m invisible. But anyway he wasn’t freaking out so it was his turn now. Lucky for him the wall behind him was empty. I used by ‘abilities’ to hoist him slowly up the wall and made it look like he was being dragged up the wall.
“TOMMY, OHMIGOD WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THAT BOY, WHAT DO WE DO, I NEVER EXPERIENCED STUFF LIKE THIS BEFORE!!’ Well I’ve now freaked out the female barista.
“Melissa, I’ve no idea, we just have to wait this out and hope the demon goes away.’ Hurtful, I’m not a demon, just a teenage boy with a pastime.
“It’s him, the guy holding me up, he’s doing this to the place” That boy did not just say that, he can see me, fuck, I got to get out of here! Fast.
“Umm, I don’t know if you’re crazy, or not, but there is no one holding you up.” THANK YOU MELISSA, at least I know only he can see me… And with that I released my grip on him, dissolved my message, and ran out of the shop.
I was about twenty-five feet down the road when I felt someone grab my arm. That isn’t possible, one I’m invisible and two you should be able to pass through me. I already think I know who it is, and as I turned around my hunch was right, that boy from the coffee shop.
