I open my eyes. It feels as if I were in a long slumber. I see light from a window. I recognize the curtains and realize I am back in my room. I'm lying on the bed, and I'm not going through it. How can that be? I'm a ghost. It hits me again. The realization that I am a ghost, doomed to walk the earth, never to be seen or heard. I rub my non-fleshy eyes and look around my old room. I remeber that purple carpet. That was the carpet me and Denise played barbies when we were kids. My room has so much kid things mixed with adult things. I chuckle at my cabbage patch doll and how it's leaning against a 30 seconds to mars poster. It made me smile for a split-second. "Sad, isn't it?" Once again I am frightened to find that same ghost on my bed next to me. He's stretched out as if he were very comfortable there. "What do you want?" I ask. He senses the madness and my tone and reacts. "Sorry, I didn't want to burst your bubble a couple minutes ago,but honey you are dead! I know it took me a while to accept it too." I stood up. The bed didn't move. The covers didn't crease. "Why?" I ask, even though I know he doesn't know the answer. "I was murdered too." All sarcasm disapeared from his voice and I could tell he was serious and had a tone of depression. "What do I do? How long do I walk this earth as a lost soul." I turned to him. He was playing with one of my old stuffed bears. He made its arm move up and down. I stared in awe. "The deal is, If you help me, you will get a chance too." My eyes opened wide as I looked at him with anxiousness. I wondered if it was the truth. "Really?" He looked up at me with the most serious face I have ever seen. "Really. Are you willing to take the deal?" I looked at him. I even stared at his outfit for awhile. What was I to do?
 mUsIcAl-Of-NiGhTmArEs · Mon Nov 19, 2007 @ 07:18am · 1 Comments |
