It's a pretty scary feeling alone at times. When you're in the dark and without anyone to look over you. There's never any comfort in the dark, and the light always gives you a sense of protection. I, however, never get any silence. My head is always filled with voices of the dead. I will hear a tapping or scratching noise. Or maybe a scream or a grunt. There's never any way rid these horrible signs of a ghost.
But this isn't about me being the ghost whisperer that I am, this is about how I have another un-earthly power. I can feel earth vibrations. It's actually very scary seeing how I am startled by the slightest of movement.
I was reading a book the other day outside as I always do, and I felt gentle breezes brushing itself against my cheeks and legs. I thought it was just a weather change. But it's summer. It's almost never this cold during the summer.
I avoided all the signs of a nearby ghost, turned my iPod louder than it was before, and listened to my music as I continued reading. I felt myself shaking, but it was as if an earthquake had just struck. I looked around, and found I was the only one shaking. But it wasn't from the cold. It was as if it were a sign telling me that an earthquake was to come. I tried hard to stop shaking, but I couldn't stop. I looked behind me, and saw my grandfather's car, and it was bobbing up and down. At least, that's what I saw. I ignored it, and continued reading.
I heard the deep screech of my clear screen door across from my view. I thought one of my sisters came out, but there was no one there. I thought maybe they were trying to scare me as they usually do, and I ignored it.
In another minute, I heard a person calling out my name in a deep, old, raspy voice. I looked to the windows of my home, and saw that they were open, but no one was in the rooms. It called out my name again. "Melissa", it said. "Come to me..."
I was frightened, but didn't want to leave my place in my reading. The wind blew even harder, and I (wearing a skirt against the summer heat) was freezing. I calmed my nerves, and finished my book. I looked up at the screen doors, and saw an unfamiliar, blurred out face. It was calling me, telling me that I was its only help. I wanted to walk near it, and ask it for information.
Why did it need me? What was I to do with it? But it disappeared. I went inside, took a shower, and watched some T.V. to get this off of my mind.
It was time for sleep, and I was in the room with my sister, for we share a room. Our nightlight was on for her to read, and for me to try to ignore as I slept. Even though the light is supposed to be a sign of delight and safety, it was anything but. I saw a head forming in a ghostly blurry, and it wanted to come closer to me, but it faded away.
My only question is... "What Am I?" I don't know what I am anymore. I used to think I was a kid with an over-imaginative mind, but now, I'm too frightened to think that this is my imagination...