9
January 2014
An
Unlikely Friendship
Patricia
had had a happy childhood but at the age of 17 tragedy struck her
family and her happy life had come to a very quick end. Now she spent
her days in her childhood home watching family after family enjoying
all that she had enjoyed. This never made her sad, she was just ever
so bored at being stuck 17.
A
new family had moved in. This was the 6th
one since her death. To Patricia's joy a girl her age was moving into
her old room. I wish I
could talk to her. Thought
Patricia. To her dismay she had never found anyone who was like her
when she was alive. She had always been sensitive to “the other
side” as they called it in her family. They always thought she was
silly for making up such stories. They never believed her but she
noticed that throughout the years seeing ghosts became more
acceptable.
The new occupier of her room was pretty and looked oddly similar to
herself but that wasn't too difficult since Patricia was blond with
blue eyes. They were both classic American looking girls. Emma.
What a classy name. Patricia loved to spy on her new roommates
but she always stayed in the shadows. She really had nothing better
to do. The family finished moving very late and Emma finally came to
bed where Patricia could observe her by herself.
“Oh Emma if only we could talk to each other,” said Patricia,
sad that she had a new friend who couldn't really be her friend.
“Who's here? Who are you? How do you know my name?” Emma said
frightened that there was a person in her new room.
“You can hear me? How can you hear me?” Patricia was so
surprised! After years she finally could talk to someone.
“Of course I can hear you! You're in my room. Please don't hurt
me. I...”
“Hurt you? Why would I hurt you? I couldn't really even if I had
wanted to. I am dead. My name is Patricia, but I suppose you can call
me Patty if that makes you more comfortable,” Patricia was trying
very hard not to scare her new friend. “No one has ever heard me
before so I think I am just as shocked as you. I know your name
because I have been watching your family move in.”
“Crap. Another house we are going to have to move from thanks to
me,” said Emma in a less surprised tone.
“Whoa! You just moved in!” Patricia was nearly devastated that
Emma wanted to move. “Why do you have to move?”
Emma explained that since she was little she had seen ghosts. They
would keep her up all night long and often times terrified her so bad
that they would have to move. She saw evil demons and they would
throw her stuff around. No one else in her family saw anything but
they believed her because of how fearful she was.
“Let me tell you about those of us that get left here,” started
off Patricia, “we really aren't that scary. What happens is some of
us get bored. None of your past terrifiers were actually demons.
Those follow you and nothing followed you. When we get bored we get
creative. We can't actually physically hurt you. Yes we can move
stuff but the Big Guy upstairs won't let us throw it at you or touch
you.”
“I put my family through all of this for years over bored ghosts?
You're kidding, right?” said Emma in her typical teenage tone.
“Ya unfortunately. We can change the way we look. Here let me show
you but don't get scared okay” Emma shook her head yes and Patricia
began to change into different looks. A cat, a demon, a man and a fat
blob ghost.
“Well,” yawned Emma, “That's just unfair. So, Patty, why can I
see you and how did you die?”
“You can see me because you have the gift of sight like I had.
You'll probably be a ghost when you die too unless you die naturally
of old age. As for how I died... that's a long story for another day.
You are too tired to stay up for that. Here I will sing you to
sleep.”
Patrica sang Emma to sleep with a lovely song and thought about
Emma's question on how she died. She should tell her but not yet. She
would wait to tell her until this new place felt more like home for
Emma. Until then, Patrica would be sure to make sure no teenage boys
would sneak into Emma's room so Emma wouldn't face the same fate that
Patricia had.
10
January 2014
The
Book
I
am filled with lots of words and a story that will entertain at least
one person. I am full of twists and turns, drama and intrigue,
happiness and sadness. Sometimes I sit on tables, sometimes I sit in
purses, most of the time I am on a bookshelf observing a room with my
comrades. My favorite place to be is in the hands of someone who will
love me and remember me even when I am spending my days on a shelf. I
start out new and crisp but the more I am loved the more tattered I
become. My life isn't always exciting but I bring excitement to the
lives of others. This is my story. What is yours?
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