Shimmer in the Moonlight

Shimmer in the Moonlight: Chapter Two

 

Chapter Two

*Kylie*

I was stupid and selfish and idiotic! Why did I let myself show up to that party? Why did he see me? Why couldn't I have been a good ghost and stay out of it like his father told me to? Oh, wait, it wasn't my fault; it was the curse. The stupid curse that let a stupid line of males see me. What's the point of that? Why only let the males see me? And why was I the ghost that got dragged into it? If I could remember, I'd know.

Whenever I try to bring back the memories of my death or even memories before that, my head throbs and my spirit trembles like an earthquake.

So one night, after I already knew that the newest member of the Dawson family throws parties almost every weekend (who's eighteen by the way), I decided to attend one of his parties. It was a huge mistake.

First let me tell you about the little agreement I made with Xander's father. You see he came up to me before Xander was born and told me that if I ever appear in front of Xander without him finding me first, I would be exterminated. This actually means they will find a priest to perform an exorcism to send me to the pits of Hell. So to please him, I've stayed in a locked room up in the attic, making a lot of noises for Xander to come find me, but my ghostly noises had no effect.

Every time little Xander would get curious and try to head up to the attic, his father distracts him with a new toy or video games.

The man took my fun away.

But when I went downstairs out of boredom to check out how good his parties were, he caught my attention. And apparently I caught his.

As soon as I felt his eyes looking over my ghostly figure, I knew it was a mistake that I would have to live with for the rest of my ghostly time stuck on Earth. At least the deal I made with Xander's father is over with; Xander saw me first.

Only after he saw me, I was up in the attic once again. I lectured myself and made no noise whatsoever. His party turned out pretty well- did they ever cease to end well? - as I watched from the balcony. Xander ended up on the couch drinking like he was depressed while his best friend kept the drinks coming, not making a note of how Xander was acting.

I decided to stop watching and ghost around upstairs; maybe venture into Xander's fathers room to make a mess. It was a normal thing for me.

I learned how to move objects around when Xander's great, great, great grandfather was still alive. From that point on, I got stronger. I was able to start appearing in different outfits or completely showing my teenage form instead of wispy air molecules floating around.

Oh yeah, I'm living the life of a rock star.

Not.

The only thing that's bothering me (well there's nothing else that bothers me) is the fact that I cant remember how I died or how I was tied to the Dawson family. I can't even remember what I was doing the day of my death...

A light tapping sounded at the door, the knob turned as the person pushed the door open. Immediately I shifted into air molecules, hiding my presence.

Once the door was fully opened I instantly recognized the intruder. He had dark, maybe a mix of brown and black that was neatly trimmed a short length of half an inch, maybe less. The lines on his forehead drew downward into the thickness of his black eyebrows illuminating the black hole coloring of his irises. Wrinkles ran deep along his eyes and continued to his chapped lips that were set in a deep frown. The wrinkles cascaded down his neck getting lost under the collar of his black business shirt. His hands were folded behind his back as he boldly took another step in the room.

Once he deemed it safe enough, he sat himself on the old and dusty sofa, which creaked under the unfamiliar weight.

I constricted my molecules together again, appearing right next to the elderly man. I had indeed made his heart jump to his throat. "What have you come in here for Mr. Dawson?" I smirked at the bewildered man.