Strange (boyxboy)
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  • Reads 98,818
  • Votes 5,564
  • Parts 16
  • Time 1h 13m
Ongoing, First published Jun 20, 2015
Oliver has always been different. After being abandoned by his parents and left with his bohemian aunt, he wondered why they left. But, when he reached the age of nine he began to realize, he could see people who weren't actually there. Now, he wasn't crazy. He was blessed with a curse. All his life he'd seen ghosts. They were usually his only companion, so by the time he reached his teen years he was thoroughly isolated. 

After being kicked out of his third school within a year, Oliver and his aunt move. With the amount of troubled spirits that linger there, Oliver knows he's going to be busy. Soon, though, he finds a darker secret hidden behind the mass of ghosts that contact him. With a new crush, possible friends, and a great danger, Oliver honestly doesn't know if he'll make it to his nineteenth birthday. 

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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.