Ella Ascenzi (9) | STAFF REPORTER
I never believed in ghosts, until I became one myself. I recently passed and I am still getting used to the idea of being dead. It is hard at first because you do not remember how you went. You do not remember what you were doing before the passing, or who you were with. You do not know any of the perks of being a ghost until you find out for yourself. Some of the dead do not end up remembering or have an explanation of how they died. As for myself, I remembered what happened to me after 3 months of being a ghost.
I died in a car accident with my boyfriend. One night driving home after a party with him. The rain was coming down very intensely on the windshield and I could barely see the road ahead. We were both so tired all we wanted to do was get home safely. Driving up a steep hill I remember a long white truck coming down at us at high speed. Suddenly, I remember the loud screech of the tires when it came and slid in front of us. That is when I blacked out not knowing what happened after that. It was heartbreaking remembering this accident and later finding out he was not here on the other side with me.
After a while, I realized you can faintly see and hear the people on the other side. You could walk around like our two worlds were combined. Living people would glitch almost like they were holograms being projected from the other side. Only they couldn’t see us. This would happen only inside houses owned by people. First, I went to my boyfriend’s house where he lives with his family. I saw that my boyfriend had moved away. There was a for sale sign on the door and the inside was empty. Sadness overcame me thinking I would never see him again. Afterwards, I visited my own house and saw my family. It was hard to see everyone there. There are so many pictures of me on their walls. I wish I could say something to them, so they know I am okay. I have not experienced someone in my family dying nor have I ever been to a funeral before. I would never have guessed that the first funeral I would go to would be my own.
I know I am making it seem as though being a ghost is fun and exciting with incredible powers. Being dead is not fun, you can see your family and friends from the other side which is the hardest part. You always wish you could see them, to finally say goodbye but you can’t. For myself, after 2 years you accept it.
After the incident, I appeared in this house. All new ghosts appear here, recent deaths. Even now after 2 years I still do not recognize the house after visiting it from time to time. A wooden three-floor house with dark shadow-filled windows that play tricks on your eyes. It is an older house that has ongoing renovations and is planning to be sold again. I call it the spawn house because the newly dead appear in that house at random times. Scared, alone, not knowing how they got here.
Recently I have really done nothing, other than meet and greet the new ghosts that come to visit. Which is usually every day. The spawn house has older ghosts that died in the area generations ago and are very curious about electronics. Always roaming the house and flicking the lights. I recently discovered that you can communicate with the living by using electricity. You turn off the lights, their lights turn off too. I know this because when I walk into my old house I get curious. One day I was flickering the lights in my mother’s room and she was very startled. Electricity in the living and dead worlds is connected. When the realtor brings possible new owners, they get surprised by the ghosts fooling around with the lights in the house. Some say this house is haunted. Some don’t believe in ghosts and tell the realtor there is something wrong with the electricity. I walked around the house that is wandered by ghosts who have nothing better to do than haunt people in the other world.
Five years passed and I met a lot of new ghosts. At the present time, this house has still not been sold. Young couples new to the neighbourhood not knowing anyone or the rumours about this house come to take a look around. Lots of people do not buy the house but many were close to a deal. Citizens of the neighbourhood warn them about the house telling them not to buy it. I’m walking around about to leave the spawn house. I turned a corner, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was him. The person who died next to me. He looked exactly the same as I left him. The last time I saw him was when we sat next to each other in his car. He’s with a taller woman and she is extremely pretty. They were both wearing high-end clothing and expensive jewelry. They walked around the house. They both looked very excited while smiling at each other. A big house with lots of kids was always something he talked about for our future together. I wish he could see how brokenhearted I looked. Of course, he had to move on, but I was hoping I would not be here to see it. The only thing I never learned about being a ghost, is how long I stay here until my soul completely vanishes. He walked over to the realtor with a happy look on his face. He signed a piece of paper and that is when she jumped into his arms screaming with joy. He has fallen in love again. They kissed.
That is when I died twice.
