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Don't Trust Ghosts
Hello. My name is Sierra. I died when I was 13, so 2 years ago. That night is STILL haunting me. They never heard my screams. They never noticed I was gone. They didn’t even find my corpse until 3 months after I died! Oh, how it irks me. Now I lurk the cemetery, watching families visit their dead loved ones. The only family that never comes to visit, is mine. It’s dreadful. All of my ghost friends are either a specter or a poltergeist, so they are always out haunting their enemies. So the only “friend” I have is a hideous vulture. I think today I might actually leave the cemetery. I never have left before, because when you’ve been dead for less than 3 years, it is hard to leave out of the main area where your body is. It’s very dangerous to try. You’re soul could disappear if you aren’t careful! As I think about if I should stay or go, I see some guys setting up another spot where they will bury someone. I walked up closer. Then I noticed the name. I felt as if I had been stabbed in the heart. And trust me, I know how that feels. Cheyenne Parsley. It was my grandma. I screamed. The pain was just too much for me to handle (those who say that ghosts don’t have pain or emotion are SO wrong. Pain is actually worse in the afterlife). I heard a shriek. I had forgotten that people could still hear ghosts. They probably thought I was some fierce, mysterious force. And technically, they were correct. Then I noticed who that person was. It was my friend Lola. “Hi!” I said. “Wh-wh-who’s there?” Lola said in response. “Sierra…” My voice trailed off. She looked terrified. I couldn’t blame her, though. After all, she lived a treacherous life, and now is talking to her ghost friend that died 2 years ago. Then I appeared in front of her. She thought she was having a delusion. I told her everything was fine… But what I didn’t know at the time was that it wasn’t. For her. “Just ignore the fact that the graveyard is a little mystical.” I suggested “But, but, but… How?” Lola stuttered. “I’ll explain.” I told her that after you die, you have a choice: to go to Heaven, or to stay on Earth. I wanted to stay on Earth, so I could still be with my friends and family. I didn’t tell her this; but that was the WORST decision of my life (or should I say death)! Then she went on talking about life on Earth. Well, when you’re alive. I first thought it was splendid. I was happy for her. Then she kept going. The happiness gradually morphed into envy. She kept on going. It sounded better & better every second she spoke. Then I looked at her more closely. She had color in her. I was all white & gray. The envy then morphed into anger. I envisioned the night I got killed. The knife. The pain. The blood. I got even angrier. She kept going until I just couldn’t take it anymore! I screamed. At first she didn’t notice the horrendous look on my face. After she saw it, she had wished she had never visited the cemetery. Why, the look on her face, it was priceless. She couldn’t escape now. Lola was mine. She turned away and ran. Okay, why can’t ghosts float like in movies? And Lola just happened to be the best on the cross-country team. Luckily, I was faster than her. Yes, oh, yes. I had done it. I possessed Lola Pederson.
Part 2: My senses rushed back. All of my pain, it was gone. Yes!!! I was colorful! Ew, what’s that smell? I’m sure its nothing. I have to go tell my family! I ran to the bus stop, leaving Lola’s lost soul to stand there. I hope Lola had some coins, because I don’t remember how to get back to my house. The bus pulled up. “Where to?” he said. “Uh, 2622 Rose Stem Boulevard, please.” I said. “That’ll be $5.” “$5? Ok.” Man, prices went up a lot since I last died! Thank goodness Lola had a 5-dollar bill in her left back pocket. I sat next to a girl, and she looked about my age. “Hey Lola!” the girl said. “Hi.” I said, still perplexed. “How was your visit to the cemetery? See any ghosts?” she laughed. “Ha ha.” I wanted to ask who she was, but then she might think I’m not really Lola. My curiosity gained control. “Hey, do you mind telling me your name again?” I asked. “Lol, no problem. My name is Abby, have we met?” Abby laughed once more. An awkward silence filled the bus. “2622 Rose Stem Boulevard.” Said the bus driver. I got off the bus, and looked at the house. I prayed that they hadn’t moved since I died. The house looked partially damaged. All the windows were broken, and covered with neon orange duct tape.The trees in the yard had all been knocked down. I noticed some workers on the roof. They were replacing the roof. I stepped up, and rang the doorbell. No one answered. I kept ringing and ringing and ringing it until a head popped out or the door. I recognized him as my brother’s friend Colin. “If you are looking for Mr. & Mrs. Donner, they are out at the grocery store.” He said. “It’s okay, I’m their daughter.” I said, and tried to go through him into the worn down house. “No you’re not. Their only daughter died about 2 years ago. Now you can go scam a different house.” As soon as he finished talking, a black Mercedes convertible pulled up in the driveway. It was my mom & dad. “Lola!” My dad said. “Uh, hi!” I responded. It was so weird to be called by Lola, I prefer the name Sierra. “Come in! I haven’t seen you in a year!” my mom shouted across the yard. I walked in, and Colin finally let me through, but tried to trip me as I walked in. Wow, my brother picks great friends. What used to be a beige carpet was now a dark brown wood floor. There was a new white couch in the entryway, too. And the chandelier. It was new also. It looked a little big for the table, but it sure was beautiful. “Please do sit Lola.” My mom said. “I don’t want you’re legs to be sore from standing up all day!” That seemed like a dumb reason to sit down, but who am I to argue. “Hey mom.” I said. Crud. I forgot I was Lola. Hopefully she didn’t hear me. “Mom?” she said in response. “I… I’m not Lola…” I wanted to tell her, but I knew she wouldn’t believe me. Even if she did she would probably be terrified. “What do you mean ‘you’re not Lola?’” “I’m Sierra.” There was silence in the air. You could here Colin & my brother playing Rock Band upstairs. She giggled with a frown and said “Very funny, Lola. Still got that good sense of humor, I see.” She sighed. My dad’s eyes went big. I had almost forgotten he was in the room. “L-l-l-lola?” my dad said. Uh-oh. I knew that stutter. I got it all the time when I was a ghost. I glanced at the mirror to see if I was turning into a ghost again. Oh my god. Lola’s body… It’s transforming into mine. The door flew open. Vases fell in the entryway. Then I saw a shimmer of gray & white zooming across the room. It was Lola’s soul. She punched me. She tried to take me out of her body. I was too stubborn to give in. The lights flickered. I passed out. Lola had won. She got her body back. But I wasn’t a ghost. I was, well, me. I was in MY body. My parents rushed in and hugged me. Colin came downstairs and said, “Hey, what’s going on in here? I heard all the noise…” He stopped. “James?” he said, “You’re sister… She’s… Here.” James (my brother) ran downstairs. He couldn’t believe it. Frankly, I couldn’t believe it either. But I knew one thing: my choice for staying on Earth, all the suffering and sorrow, had finally paid off.
