The Gift of the Ghost

The First Night

Nighttime came by and the movers had left about 3 hours ago. It's 7 pm and I am extremely tired. I set up my bed and lay down. "Hey kids, we're ordering pizza for dinner," my dad hollers from the living room. "Okay," I shout down. I hear Emma shout yay over and over again. I put the pillow over my head to block all the noise. A few minutes later I hear a tapping noise coming from the window. I look up and open the curtains. I didn't see anything at all. So, I laid back down and closed my eyes. I heard the doorbell ring. "Mom, Dad, get the door," I shout out to the living room. Then, I heard the doorbell for the second time. "Hello," I shout. Once again, I hear the doorbell and this time it's a long pause as if someone was holding down their finger on it. I got up out of bed and rushed downstairs in an angry manner. "Can't you guys here the fricking door," I shout at them. I go to the door and open it. There was nothing; literally nothing. "Brian, honey, are you okay," my mom asks me as if everything was okay and nothing just happened. "No, I'm not," I shout at her. "I heard the doorbell ring about 4 times and there is nothing," I tell her. "Chill out son," my dad tells me. "Hon, come here," my mom tells me holding out her hands in front of her like she wanted me to come snuggle with her. "Mom, I am not a kid anymore," I tell her. "Brian, brian, brian," Emma says as she comes down the stairs yelling and trying to get my attention. "Come upstairs, I have something to show you," she says. "Okay, alright," I tell her as I join her upstairs. She takes me into her room and tells me to put my hand on her window. "What, why," I ask her. I go ahead and do it because if I didn't she would beg me until I do. As I put my hand on it, I feel something on the window it felt like a hand was on the other side of the window and you could feel it touching yours as if the window was paper. "That's weird," I say. I then tap the window but something super weird and creepy happens; I hear something tap back. Emma was in shock after she saw that. "What the hell," I shrieked. Mom came rushing into the room to ask me what happened. "Nothing, I just really don't like this house. This house is really creepy and weird," I tell her. "You'll get used to it," she says once again as if nothing happened and as if it was the most normal thing ever. Ugh, she never will understand. My mom left the room and when she went down the stairs, I saw something behind her. But, then the door rang and it was the pizza. I put my hand on my sister's shoulder as she hugged me tightly. I could tell that she was scared. I looked down at her and I saw a tear come from her face. I bent down on my knee and wiped her tear off her face. "Emma, look," I begin. "But, mom doesn't understand," she whines. "Emma," I pause. She's so young of course she is gonna think mom needs to understand. "Emma, mom isn't going to understand everything. You are your own person, just like I and dad are all our own people. Mom isn't going to understand everything. No one ever will understand everything. But, that is what God is for. God understands everything, and you know what, if anything ever happens to you I will be here and God will too and just remember if I am not, God will," I tell her with a serious face. She looks at me and cheers up a bit. But, after a few seconds, she looks me in my eyes and I could tell she was extremely scared still. "You're sleeping in my room tonight," I demand her. "Okay," she says. "Kids, pizza is here," dad shouts up at us. I pick Emma up and run downstairs. She likes whenever I pick her up and run because it is thrilling. We sat down at the dining room table and ate dinner. "Brian, will dad understand," Emma asks me. "Well, Emma, I really don't know," I tell her.

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After dinner, we all decided to go to bed. I went into my room and made Emma a little mattress out of extra blankets as she came in with her pillow and her blanket. I turned off the light but then plugged in a night light and we laid down. She was the first to fall asleep after about 15 minutes. I began to hear noise. It sounded like somebody was talking. And, it wasn't a familiar voice, it sounded like a little British girl. I got up to turn on the big light but as I did so, I saw a girl standing in my doorway. She had short brown hair and wasn't standing upright. She looked as if she had Fibrous Dysplasia. I sat on my bed and said, "who are you, what do you want." "New bones," I heard the little girl whisper. She said it again and again. I turned on the small lamp next to my bed. "Get out of here, this is me and my father's home," I heard her say. "I'm sorry, it really wasn't my fault, my parents made us move here," I told her. My mom came out of her room after a few seconds of the little girl just staring at me. "Brian, hon, who were you talking to," she asked me. "The girl, she was just there," I told her. "What girl," my mom questioned me. "Ugh, you know what nevermind. It was a bad idea to move here," I told her. "You know what, you might be right. But I promise it will get better and if it doesn't we'll move into an apartment here," she told me. "Yea, sure," I say sarcastically. I turn off the light and lay my head on my pillow. She goes back to her room as well. A few minutes later, I fall asleep.