I’ve always seen ghosts. Always. They don’t always see me.
Sometimes they do.
Most of the times, they don’t.
I wish they never saw me.
Well, most of the time.
“Jay? Honey, time to get up!” my mom hollers.
Ugh. School. Damn. “All right,” I mumble.
“Jason Samuel Mayer, get up!”
“I am!” I rub my eyes and blink a little. I see a small shape in the corner, the dust helping me see better. “Hey, Socks,” I murmur, hoping today’s a good day.
Socks, the ghost of my old cat of fifteen years, doesn’t acknowledge me. I sigh; today isn’t gonna be a good day. Whenever Socks sees me, it’s a good day. When he doesn’t see me, it’s a bad day. Yes, I know it’s superstitious, but come on! I see ghosts on a daily basis, I think it’s okay if I’m a little superstitious.
Once I’m dressed, I go downstairs. “What took you so long?” my mom snaps at me.
I yank a banana out of the fridge. “Doesn’t matter,” I say.
Immediately her eyes soften. She knows that my problems lie in the spirit world. “Oh, Jay. What’s wrong? What did you see?”
“It’s nothing… Fine! Socks didn’t see me,” I whisper.
The sympathy vanishes from mom’s eyes. “Jay. That’s silly superstition. If you keep believing this, I may need to get you some help-”
I twitch. “No way! They’d lock us both up, mom. I mean, saying that I see ghosts is already weird, okay? I gotta go, I’ll be late,” I say.
My mom sighs. “Okay, Jay. This conversation isn’t over, though!” she says.
“Sure!” I say on my way out of the door.
On my way to school, the ghosts I see include:
Mrs. Duke, who died of a heart attack last year,
Caramel, the dog across the street who was hit by a car,
Mr. Donally, who was in the car collision that also took Caramel’s life,
And Miss Annie Queen, a twenty four year old who moved in across the street last year before blowing her brains out.
So, no one new. Just the same old, same old.
But as I get to school, I see something that send chills.
A ghost, but not one I’ve seen before. Ever. Not in life, or death.
It’s a girl with blood dripping out of her stomach.
To be continued