Ghosts

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

a story about a ghost and his sister dealing with the family.

 You think it’s easy being a ghost?! It’s not. It’s like trying to get a burglar out of your house without them damaging something and them not stealing anything. Yell at them.  Did. Mortals are too dumb to realize that they’re being yelled at. They’re always like, “ Was that the wind?” Move things. Did but they end up getting broke, so you stop moving things. Throw things at them. You do but they’re so stupid to think they’re not alone. Especially when they have siblings with them who are playing hide and seek. And don't ask why we don’t we try to touch them. We’ve tried that. It takes to much of our energy. We’re dead and every time we use our spiritual powers we have, we end up tired and don’t do anything. My sister, on the other hand, doesn’t care. She’s all, “ This is our place and no one has the right to live here but us.” She’ll go on like that for… well, she’s still going on with it. 

There was one family that I liked and so did my sister(even though she won’t admit it) The Francoms. They were a poor family of 9. The father was a painter who worked as a janitor at the high school. He took on small jobs and sometimes wasn't able to come home to his wife and children until the next day. But, his true passion was to paint. He painted when he could, teaching his children and painting to relax his nerves. He was a good man. His wife was just as wonderful. She was a nurse who worked nights - rarely mornings- and she was an excellent cook. I was able to help make biscuits. Those were good. Their children were raised well too. They had four daughters and three sons. My favorite was Miriam and Joesph. They were just so much fun to watch. They were always doing something that their father had to come to rescue one of them. Yes, they were a fine family. Emily didn’t think so. Like I said in the beginning, my sister doesn’t care what happens to herself because in her mind she’s already dead. Emily would terrorize the whole family, leaving scratches all over the poor mother and the eldest child, Leah. She would throw tools or cans of paint at the father’s head as he was working on one of his paintings. 

But, I wouldn’t let her touch Miriam or Joesph. I loved them. After weeks of this terror, I stood up to her. “ What?!” she exclaimed, “ what about the family home? What about living in our home in peace? Mother and father would want-” “ Mother and father are waiting for us. They send us letters every day. Do you not read them?”  She just stared at me. “ This must stop. We must go home.” She tried to say something more. “ No.” I said, “ We’re are to live with mother and father.”  I left her alone and went to go show the father what to do. The only real way to get rid of a ghost is to dedicate a place. I wrote a note on some powder when the father was in there. He nodded his head. 

That night, he sat the family around the table. “ children, you all know that our house is occupied with the spirits of this house.” nodded towards mother and Leah. All the children nodded. “ we are going to dedicate this home in the name of the lord and send them home to those in heaven, who are waiting for them.” He stretched out his hands and grabbed the hands that were next to his. They followed his example. He began to say his prayer. Suddenly I saw a light. It was yellow with an orange halo. It got brighter and brighter. It got so bright, I had to close my eyes and put my hand over them. The next minute, I was on a cloud. The next, I was on pearly white stones. I heard A suction of some sort. I turned and there was Emily. She was dressed in white. Her eyes went wide. “ What?” I asked. I looked down I was in a white suit with a black tie. Suddenly  A flash of all my memories came to me. I remembered looking at my mothers face, I came out of her womb. 

Emily’s mouth dropped. I turned. Two people were standing side by side. They were young. Not a day over 20. “ Mother! Father!” She ran past me and hugged them both. I walked slowly towards them. I started to sob.  My father slipped from my sister’s grip and walked up to me. He held out his arms. I tackled him. “ I missed you so much.”  “ I know.”  I pulled away. I just looked at him. “ you look so young.” He chuckled. “ That’s heaven for  ya.”   We saw mother and Emily holding hands. I looked at my father. He looked at me. “ Let’s go.” He said warmly. We walked towards them. Then The white turned black. I sat up into my bed. I realized it was all dream. I took a deep breath and went back to sleep.

 


Submitted: April 28, 2020

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