Graveyard

I lived in the small town of Bluewater, Arizona. With only 748 people in the town, everyone knows everyone. Even though we all knew each other’s names, we didn’t know anything about our neighbors. The town reminded me of the lame ghost towns you see in the movies. The old jailhouse, my Dad happens to be the sheriff; the old buildings that seem like they are truly haunted. I was born in that town and never left it, neither did my parents. Even though we never left we still had a decent life. There is an old movie theater but they play the new movies that come out and a shopping strip with different types of stores. Even though life in Bluewater was great, there was still one flaw that will never go away. Since I can remember, I have been able to see spirits. They follow me around with their expressions always full of despair and absolutely unbearable to look at. Some are hostile and cry out to me, I ignore them, hoping one day they will just disappear. I regret not listening to them, because now I’m dead.