It's Just a Diary, Right?

Chapter One: Where it All Began

Hi, my name is Zoie, but you can call me whatever you want! I'm just your average teenage girl or so I thought. Heh, I guess you're kind of confused by that. Well... You see, I'm not actually that ordinary. Sure when it comes to hair I have the normal shade of Strawberry-Blonde, and when it comes to skin tone there is nothing off about my porcelain skin shade; however, when it comes to my eyes I guess that's when it sorta gets strange. Hold on before you jump to conclusions! No, I do not have a weird eye color nor am I missing my eyes. I actually have this thing called heterochromia - this basically means I have two different eye colors. Strange right? One of my eyes is green and the other is blue, which I find kind of cool! Now people in real life... Not so many agree on the cool bit...

My eyes aren't the only thing people find weird though. So for this to make sense and for the future to make sense then I should probably explain a little bit about myself.

Here it goes! Ever since I was a tiny chubby toddler (2 years old) I have seen ghosts and/or spirits. Now, I know some people and probably some of you who are reading this are thinking, 'Whaaaaaaat? She's crazy!'. Well, you're not wrong but just hear me out. I'm not the only one who is like this. Granted I can't remember much or even little to none of this so I do have to rely on stories since I was so young.

The first time I or shall I say parents caught me playing with a ghost/spirit was back when I was just learning how to talk. I was in the kitchen trying to climb up our white countertops to get to the candy jar when all of a sudden my parents walked in and asked what I was doing. I just pointed up towards the cabinet. My parents smiled and picked me up as they took the candy jar out. They opened it and I stuck my two small hands in to grab two suckers. Now normally I was only allowed one but before they could say something I waddled off. About ten minutes later my parents peered into my room because they heard me giggling and like any parent wanted to know what was up. When they saw me reach out a sucker in front of me as I said 'Here,' they just smiled but as they were about to leave they saw me let go of the sucker but it didn't fall. My parents ended up yelling my name and ran to pick me up, as they did so the sucker dropped and the ghost/spirit disappeared. They then knew something was up and looked at each other with worried faces since I was doomed to have a little brother soon.

See? I'm not crazy! Well... I am. Just not insane! Welp, just to let you know it never stopped there. As time went on it continued just not as bad. Until one day my dad experienced a spiritual situation as well.

One day me (4 years old) and my brother Zackary (2 years old) were laying on our parents' bed with my dad. We were having a good time while mom was in the kitchen cooking. Dad was tickling us and messing around when all of a sudden Zack peed in his diaper. We all giggled and my dad picked up Zack to change him on their dresser. When they were done we all laid back down to rest a little. Suddenly the headboard started shaking so our dad lifted both of us up and moved away from the bed! A few moments later everything was calm again but dad looked at the mirror, there were small footprints walking up the mirror. My dad looked worried as I just smiled, knowing it was my friend. He then called in mom to have her come and look.

As mom walked in she said, "What is it, honey?"

My dad replied with "You see those footprints on the mirror too right?"

"Wait, Darren! Why would you dirty our mirror like that?"

"I didn't!"

"Then who did? How can you prove it wasn't you?"

After my mom finished that last sentence my dad sat me and my brother down on the bed and walked to the baby wipes. He came back over to us and grabbed Zack first. He made his foot wet and pressed it to the left of the other foot on the mirror. He then did the same to me but put my foot on the right. Both of our feet were smaller than the middle one and there was no way he or any of us could have staged it. From that day forward my mom never questioned that situation again.

Wanna hear another story from my past? Lol, well I'm going to tell you whether you like it or not!

So about a month after the mirror situation, my mom lost her ring. She couldn't find it anywhere! Now, please understand, at this point, my brother was obsessed with flushing the toilet so after 3 months of sweeping every day and searching nonstop for my mom's wedding ring they were just about to give up till one night my dad got a crazy dream. The dream was about a ghost and my dad was able to meet him. The ghost decided to play a game of tag on my dad. The ghost took off running as my dad followed.

"Hey! Wait up!" My dad said.

"Catch me if you can and we can speak!" The ghost replied.

My dad just smiled.

"Well, this is a dream so I can do whatever you can do."

Suddenly the ghost ran up a wall and my dad followed. As they were running across the roof my dad grabbed the ghost.

"We can talk now right?"

The ghost thought for a minute and shook his head yes.

"Then who are you?" My dad asked full of curiosity.

The ghost laughed and said "My name's Billy! I'm five and I live here!"

"Are you a ghost?"

"Yep!"

My dad was about to ask another question when all of a sudden they were interrupted by the sound of an alarm beeping.

"Goodbye!" Billy managed to say before my dad fully woke up.

He rolled over to turn off the alarm and crawled out of bed, looking for his wife. He found her in the living room watching the news.

He spoke quietly but loud enough for her to hear him, "I think I know how to find your ring."

After that, he explained the whole dream and asked out loud if Billy could find the ring for them. Thirty minutes later they moved from the living room to the kitchen and there was the ring. It was sitting in the middle of the floor looking like it was never even touched.

Welp! I guess I'll stop boring you with the stories. I think you get the point. That's a little from my past about when it all started. Now it only gets worse from the fourth grade up since that's when we moved.