DEAD, BUT NOT GONE
Chapter 1
Have you ever gotten a headache?
Probably.
Have you ever gotten an “oh my God this hurts so bad I just want to die” type of headache?
Probably not. But I have, once.
It was the first time a ghost showed me how they died.
Yes, you heard correctly.
I’ve been able to see ghosts ever since I was nine years old, at my grandpa’s funeral. When I walked into the room, I saw his body, cold and lifeless, in the casket. I also saw him standing next to the casket in a hospital gown. He turned, (the ghost, not the body) saw me looking at him, smiled, and walked over. I looked around the room, noticing that no one else could see the ghost. He walked up next to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
That’s when it happened.
My head felt like it exploded. I seriously thought I was going to die. That’s a little ironic, dying in a funeral home. When I couldn’t handle the pain anymore, I fainted.
I immediately appeared in a hospital room, standing next to Grandpa. It felt like a dream, but I knew it was more. It was Grandpa’s memory. I looked at the bed in the middle of the room and saw him laying in it, looking like a skeleton wrapped tightly in skin. I could see every one of his ribs. His breathing was so faint, I could barely hear it. All too soon, it stopped.
Chapter 2
I woke up.
I was on the floor of the funeral home, clutching my head and covered in cold sweat. Everybody was talking at once. My mom was yelling “Back up, give her room to breathe!” My dad whipped out his cell phone and called 911. Aunts were screaming, uncles were stuttering, not knowing what to do, and cousins were crying. I sat up and screamed “PEOPLE, I’M FINE!”
So of course no one believed me.
One ambulance ride later, I asked my mom if she believed in ghosts.
“That’s what happened?” She seemed relieved. “I was wondering when you would start. My powers kicked in when I was six.”
This was not the answer I expected.
“What????” I asked.
She calmly said “Yes, I can see ghosts.”
“Did you see Grandpa today?”
“Are you sure you’re feeling all right?” Mom asked loudly. I was confused, but then I saw my dad walk in. “Yes, Mom, I’m fine. Can I talk to you in my room for a minute?”
As soon as the door was shut, I asked “Dad doesn’t know, does he?”
Her face fell. “No, he doesn’t. I want to tell him, but I just don’t know when.”
Turns out, she never got the chance.
Chapter 3
So here I am. Kayla Williams, thirteen year old ghost seer.
And I’m an orphan. My parents are dead and gone.
Well, they’re dead.
But not gone.
My parent’s ghosts are still here, haunting me.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
