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Ghost

October 14, 2014
By Janaeha Brockenbrough BRONZE, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Janaeha Brockenbrough BRONZE, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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This is a brief story of what happened before I gained a whole new ability, and how it ruined my life.
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind blew wildly and the trees swayed to the beat. Lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled like my empty stomach.
“You wanna get something to eat?” I asked.
“Do you see what I see? It’s nasty out there, man.”
“We can eat in a restaurant.”
“Fine, bro.”
We arrived at a restaurant that we had never seen before and ordered the cheapest meal on the menu.
“Have you been here before, Roman?”
“No, this is just the first thing I saw.”
I looked around and saw very few people in the erie space. Some looked creepy and others were passed out.
“I don’t feel good about this place.”
“Relax, Jake. Nothing bad will happen.”
Our meal arrived and it looked… mediocre to say the least. The meat was undercooked, the greens were slimy, and the rice was crunchy. I didn’t realize these things until I lay on my death bed because I was SO HUNGRY.

Then my stomach began to turn like hightide in Japan.
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The next thing I remembered was waking up on the floor in the room of a hospital. The walls were snowy white and the pictures that covered them were like pee stains or dirt spots. The doctors and patients walked around like robots, never taking into account the things around them.
“Why am I HERE?” I groaned sitting up.
“Cause you passed out dude, I drove you to the hospital.”
“I figured that, dummy. I mean why am I on the floor?”
He hesitated, then said, “You fell through the bed.”
“I fell through it.”
“Yeah as soon as they tried to lift you onto the bed, you fell through it.”
“Like a… a ghost?”
“Sort of, yeah.”
“That’s dumb, Jake.”
Instead of bumping into him, I went through him.
Like a ghost?
No Way.
I ran to the entrance and when I went to push the door open, I fell though it instead.
A man that looks like Doc Brown stood over me.
“Ah, Mr.Wells. Good to see the experiment is working.”
“What experiment? Who are you?”
“Ah, I am Professor Sigmund Siegfried. The experiment you speak of is one made by a company that i cannot speak of at the moment.Side effects may include diarrhea, vomiting, increased appetite, and invincibility..”
“WHAT?!”
“Good day Mr. Wells,” and he walks away.
“What is going on?!”
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“You’re not calling me ghost, Jake,” I coughed a few times and hacked up mucus.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Roman?”
Cough, Cough, HACK.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Jake stopped me mid-step, “Look, Roman, I’m your older brother and it’s my job to look after you. If you’re not well, tell me.”
“I’m fine, I promise,” I smiled.
He smiled, then nodded.
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Over next few days, I explored my abilities. Not only could I walk through solid objects, but I could turn invisible, with the simple “blink three times” trick. I used this to my advantage and snuck into ladies locker rooms and bathrooms. While taking advantage of my abilities, I ignored my brother, which was completely unintentional. I love him but, I had powers!
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Do you remember how The Professor told me I was invincible Well considering the fact that I died, I wasn’t.
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It was a sweltering day in April. The sun was shining bright and it was at the same time raining. My aunt used to say that “This was the devil beating his wife.” Then again, she would up in an insane asylum at 30.

Anyway, my insides were simultaneously burning, churning, twisting and melting. I may not have been able to be killed by outside forces, but whatever was in that chicken I ate a week ago was tearing me to little tiny shreds. It was the monster inside me make renovations for its new house.
At this point, Jake left cause he was fed up with my BS. So I layed there, dying, by myself, wondering in my last seconds the least relevant thing: I wonder if I should have ordered a hamburger instead of chicken?


The author's comments:

This piece was a warm up for my creative writing class, and i decided to extend it for a project.


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