Living While Dead
A Ghostly Tale
Death is hard to deal with. people expect it, but it still hurts all the same. If your grieving for someone’s loss, or you’re the dead one.
My name is Amelia. I’m a ghost. I wasn’t always this way though; in 1926 my parents had me go to the bank where the very last of my family's money was kept. As many people know, money during the great depression was very rarely seen in a small farm town like mine. I had exactly; 19 dollars and fourteen cents with me after leaving the bank .I hopped on my bike and tried to hurry my way home before dark. Well, that didn’t stop the sun from setting. Making my way through the small, but unfamiliar city was difficult for me. My family rarely went to the city and the darkness didn’t help. I heard noises that scared me, shadows that popped out at me from nowhere. Than the thought came into my mind, someone was following me.
Picking up my speed, I tried out running this mysterious follower. While riding as fast as I could, I pedaled straight into an ally; I stopped for a moment, and then left my bike behind. I quickly turned a corner and felt a hand grab my arm. With a quick blunt in the head from what felt like a baseball bat, I hit the ground. The last memory of my life that I have is waking up, half-conscious, with blood all over me, thinking about what happened, slowly dying, than looking at the stars and the moon. Then, everything went dark. So that’s how I died. It sucks, I know. But I was quite surprised at the fact that I didn’t pass on. Most souls do, but I guess I didn’t. Being a ghost isn’t that bad though. You can walk around without having to worry about people running into you. Seeing people come and go in the house you lived in, it’s sad seeing people leave, they somewhat become a part of you. You get to know them, what they like and dislike. What they do for fun, how they act. Most of them don’t notice that you are there though. I try to make myself known, but that just ends up with some ghost hunter coming to 'help me’. They remind me of things I already know such as: I need to pass on, or my business on this earth is finished. And when the ghost hunter can’t help, the homeowners put the house on the market and away they go.
Well, today a new family is moving in. I sat on the steps as burly moving men walked through me. The family looked very nice. I was glad for that, the family consisted of a mother, she was tall and had long blonde hair, a father, he was short with brown hair, and two sons. The older one of the two boys sat on the step next to me. He had white-blonde hair and silver eyes. He turned and seemed to look right into my clear eyes. He smiled as though he could see me, like I was his new neighbor. But little did he and his family know, I was living with them.
After a week of unpacking, the new family had settled into the home. I tried my best not to move anything in fear of scaring the family away. I found out that the boys were two years apart. The older one (the one that 'looked' at me on the day they came) was 14, the same age I was when I died, his name was Aeron. The younger one was Toby. Toby was 11 with brown hair and blue eyes and loved to run around with a sheet over his head moaning and yelling that he was a ghost. This didn’t really bother me; I liked to open the door a little while he was in a room alone just to show him how a real ghost acts! Aeron stayed in his room a lot. One day I got into his room when he had the door open. He just sat and looked at the ceiling for about 20 mins. Bored, I tried to leave when I heard a voice say, "wait,".i turned around to see Aeron looking right at me. I hadn’t spoken since the night I died, but in muffled words I said "you can see me?"
"Yes...I saw you the first day we came; you just thought I didn’t know you were there. I’ve always known there was something different
Me. i could feel it. Now I found out what that difference was!" Aeron sighed.
"I guess you are different... but don’t move out, many people have because of me. They are scared of me...are you?"
"Hell no! I think ghosts are amazing! How’d you die?!" he exclaimed.
“Ask anyone in the town, they all know the story, it’s hard for me. I don’t like talking about it." I started to leave the room that used to be mine.
"Wait. What’s your name? I’m Aeron."
"Ha-ha I know your name. I’m Amelia."
"Ill see you again, right?"
"Of course." I replied.
With I happy feeling in my heart I thought to myself, I made a friend.
hey kids! i hope you like the first chapter, leave me a comment if you liked it!
-cirque du freakster
My name is Amelia. I’m a ghost. I wasn’t always this way though; in 1926 my parents had me go to the bank where the very last of my family's money was kept. As many people know, money during the great depression was very rarely seen in a small farm town like mine. I had exactly; 19 dollars and fourteen cents with me after leaving the bank .I hopped on my bike and tried to hurry my way home before dark. Well, that didn’t stop the sun from setting. Making my way through the small, but unfamiliar city was difficult for me. My family rarely went to the city and the darkness didn’t help. I heard noises that scared me, shadows that popped out at me from nowhere. Than the thought came into my mind, someone was following me.
Picking up my speed, I tried out running this mysterious follower. While riding as fast as I could, I pedaled straight into an ally; I stopped for a moment, and then left my bike behind. I quickly turned a corner and felt a hand grab my arm. With a quick blunt in the head from what felt like a baseball bat, I hit the ground. The last memory of my life that I have is waking up, half-conscious, with blood all over me, thinking about what happened, slowly dying, than looking at the stars and the moon. Then, everything went dark. So that’s how I died. It sucks, I know. But I was quite surprised at the fact that I didn’t pass on. Most souls do, but I guess I didn’t. Being a ghost isn’t that bad though. You can walk around without having to worry about people running into you. Seeing people come and go in the house you lived in, it’s sad seeing people leave, they somewhat become a part of you. You get to know them, what they like and dislike. What they do for fun, how they act. Most of them don’t notice that you are there though. I try to make myself known, but that just ends up with some ghost hunter coming to 'help me’. They remind me of things I already know such as: I need to pass on, or my business on this earth is finished. And when the ghost hunter can’t help, the homeowners put the house on the market and away they go.
Well, today a new family is moving in. I sat on the steps as burly moving men walked through me. The family looked very nice. I was glad for that, the family consisted of a mother, she was tall and had long blonde hair, a father, he was short with brown hair, and two sons. The older one of the two boys sat on the step next to me. He had white-blonde hair and silver eyes. He turned and seemed to look right into my clear eyes. He smiled as though he could see me, like I was his new neighbor. But little did he and his family know, I was living with them.
After a week of unpacking, the new family had settled into the home. I tried my best not to move anything in fear of scaring the family away. I found out that the boys were two years apart. The older one (the one that 'looked' at me on the day they came) was 14, the same age I was when I died, his name was Aeron. The younger one was Toby. Toby was 11 with brown hair and blue eyes and loved to run around with a sheet over his head moaning and yelling that he was a ghost. This didn’t really bother me; I liked to open the door a little while he was in a room alone just to show him how a real ghost acts! Aeron stayed in his room a lot. One day I got into his room when he had the door open. He just sat and looked at the ceiling for about 20 mins. Bored, I tried to leave when I heard a voice say, "wait,".i turned around to see Aeron looking right at me. I hadn’t spoken since the night I died, but in muffled words I said "you can see me?"
"Yes...I saw you the first day we came; you just thought I didn’t know you were there. I’ve always known there was something different
Me. i could feel it. Now I found out what that difference was!" Aeron sighed.
"I guess you are different... but don’t move out, many people have because of me. They are scared of me...are you?"
"Hell no! I think ghosts are amazing! How’d you die?!" he exclaimed.
“Ask anyone in the town, they all know the story, it’s hard for me. I don’t like talking about it." I started to leave the room that used to be mine.
"Wait. What’s your name? I’m Aeron."
"Ha-ha I know your name. I’m Amelia."
"Ill see you again, right?"
"Of course." I replied.
With I happy feeling in my heart I thought to myself, I made a friend.
hey kids! i hope you like the first chapter, leave me a comment if you liked it!
-cirque du freakster