find the
coloring books she always left for me. And there she was. Smiling
like she always did. I was so happy to see she’d woken up. I went
to hug her and she was gone.”
I stopped, waiting for the
horrified look my mother had given me when I told her this same
story to come over his face but it didn’t. Maybe he didn’t
understand.
“So, I spun around and there she
was again. Standing behind me. She looked sad and she shook her
head at me. I was just so happy to see her alive I ran to tell Mom.
But when I got back into the room where the casket was my grandma
was still lying there like she was asleep. My mother was still
crying.”
I stopped again waiting for the
boy to jump up and run away from me. But he sat there waiting for
me to say more. I’d wanted someone to listen to me today. Instead
my mom had told me to stop it and threatened to ground me if I said
anymore about this. Then she’d sobbed so loudly I felt sick. I
didn’t want to make her sad. I’d only been trying to make her feel
better.
“Go on,” the boy said.
“Well, I told my mom to come with
me. I pulled her into the kitchen and there was my grandma standing
there like I’d left her. She looked sad again and shook her head at
me. My mom didn’t see her. Instead she stared down at me and asked
me what this was about. I pointed to my grandma and still my mother
didn’t see anything. She frowned and looked back down at me and
said she needed to get back to the visitors. Then I told her about
grandma being there and Mom froze. The look on her face wasn’t a
happy one. She looked... really, really scared.”
I didn’t finish. I knew the boy
would run away from me now.
“So, you saw the soul of your
grandma,” he replied matter of factly.
I nodded, “I guess, if that is
like her ghost. Because I think I saw her ghost.”
“Yes, it’s like her
ghost.”
I wiped at my eyes. The tears had
stopped since the boy had shown up.
“It’s okay to see souls. It’s not
a bad thing. But your mom will never understand it. No one will. If
you want to keep from upsetting people you need to act like you
don’t see them. If you ignore them then they’ll leave you alone. If
you let them know you can see them then they’ll follow you around,”
he explained.
Frowning, I studied him. He seemed
to know a lot about this. Did he see dead people too?
“How’d you know she wasn’t the
first one I’ve seen?”
He shrugged, “I guess you’ve been
seeing them for about two years now.”
My mouth fell open. How’d he know
that?
“Do you see ghosts
too?”
He nodded and a crooked grin
appeared on his face. He really didn’t think I was
crazy.
“Yep, I see them.”
“Can I make myself stop seeing
them?”
He frowned and shook his head. He
must wish he couldn’t see them too.
“So we’re stuck like
this?”
“I’m afraid so,” he replied. “But
look at it this way, it makes you special. You can see something no
one else can. Think of it as a super power instead of a bad
thing.”
Not likely. I wanted to be able to
fly or maybe go invisible but I wasn’t interested in seeing dead
people.
“Pagan! Pagan! PEGGY
ANN!”
My eyes snapped open and Gee
hovered over my face.
“You were not supposed to go to
sleep while I went to check out things outside and around the
house. But what happens? I’m gone for maybe five minutes and you’re
asleep and that creep job is in your head.”
I stretched and sat up on the
couch. I was losing sleep due to these dreams. I couldn’t help it
that the moment I sat down I dozed off. Yawning, I shot Gee an
annoyed glare.
“I couldn’t help it.”
“Well, it would be nice if you at
least tried.”
“This time I’m glad I did. He let
me remember something I wanted to remember. It was a memory I’m
glad he gave back to me.”
Gee frowned, “What would that
be?”
“The day of my grandmother’s wake.
I saw her. I saw her soul. She was smiling at me because she knew I
could see her. My
coloring books she always left for me. And there she was. Smiling
like she always did. I was so happy to see she’d woken up. I went
to hug her and she was gone.”
I stopped, waiting for the
horrified look my mother had given me when I told her this same
story to come over his face but it didn’t. Maybe he didn’t
understand.
“So, I spun around and there she
was again. Standing behind me. She looked sad and she shook her
head at me. I was just so happy to see her alive I ran to tell Mom.
But when I got back into the room where the casket was my grandma
was still lying there like she was asleep. My mother was still
crying.”
I stopped again waiting for the
boy to jump up and run away from me. But he sat there waiting for
me to say more. I’d wanted someone to listen to me today. Instead
my mom had told me to stop it and threatened to ground me if I said
anymore about this. Then she’d sobbed so loudly I felt sick. I
didn’t want to make her sad. I’d only been trying to make her feel
better.
“Go on,” the boy said.
“Well, I told my mom to come with
me. I pulled her into the kitchen and there was my grandma standing
there like I’d left her. She looked sad again and shook her head at
me. My mom didn’t see her. Instead she stared down at me and asked
me what this was about. I pointed to my grandma and still my mother
didn’t see anything. She frowned and looked back down at me and
said she needed to get back to the visitors. Then I told her about
grandma being there and Mom froze. The look on her face wasn’t a
happy one. She looked... really, really scared.”
I didn’t finish. I knew the boy
would run away from me now.
“So, you saw the soul of your
grandma,” he replied matter of factly.
I nodded, “I guess, if that is
like her ghost. Because I think I saw her ghost.”
“Yes, it’s like her
ghost.”
I wiped at my eyes. The tears had
stopped since the boy had shown up.
“It’s okay to see souls. It’s not
a bad thing. But your mom will never understand it. No one will. If
you want to keep from upsetting people you need to act like you
don’t see them. If you ignore them then they’ll leave you alone. If
you let them know you can see them then they’ll follow you around,”
he explained.
Frowning, I studied him. He seemed
to know a lot about this. Did he see dead people too?
“How’d you know she wasn’t the
first one I’ve seen?”
He shrugged, “I guess you’ve been
seeing them for about two years now.”
My mouth fell open. How’d he know
that?
“Do you see ghosts
too?”
He nodded and a crooked grin
appeared on his face. He really didn’t think I was
crazy.
“Yep, I see them.”
“Can I make myself stop seeing
them?”
He frowned and shook his head. He
must wish he couldn’t see them too.
“So we’re stuck like
this?”
“I’m afraid so,” he replied. “But
look at it this way, it makes you special. You can see something no
one else can. Think of it as a super power instead of a bad
thing.”
Not likely. I wanted to be able to
fly or maybe go invisible but I wasn’t interested in seeing dead
people.
“Pagan! Pagan! PEGGY
ANN!”
My eyes snapped open and Gee
hovered over my face.
“You were not supposed to go to
sleep while I went to check out things outside and around the
house. But what happens? I’m gone for maybe five minutes and you’re
asleep and that creep job is in your head.”
I stretched and sat up on the
couch. I was losing sleep due to these dreams. I couldn’t help it
that the moment I sat down I dozed off. Yawning, I shot Gee an
annoyed glare.
“I couldn’t help it.”
“Well, it would be nice if you at
least tried.”
“This time I’m glad I did. He let
me remember something I wanted to remember. It was a memory I’m
glad he gave back to me.”
Gee frowned, “What would that
be?”
“The day of my grandmother’s wake.
I saw her. I saw her soul. She was smiling at me because she knew I
could see her. My
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