Gifted - Chapter 1

When I was a little kid, I could see something that others couldn't...well mainly adults because kids can see it as well. It's spirits and ghosts. I learned that once you turn thirteen you can't see spirits or ghosts anymore and you will forget everything about them, but to this day, I still could see them. I possess the power that comes once every hundred years. I was gifted and to this day, I don't know why I still have it. My family thought I was crazy, and that was the reason why my parents kept on fighting. The first time I saw a spirit was when I moved into a new house on my eighth birthday.

Every day at midnight, I could hear screams and somehow fire burning. Even my parents heard it and they questioned about it. Then one day I saw a little boy, who was probably around six years old, standing by the window of my room. He turned around and looked at me before turning to face me. I screamed and when my parents came to ask me what was wrong, I told them I saw a boy standing at my window. They just told me that I was having a nightmare and left, but after they left he reappeared again. I thought that I was even going crazy. Slowly, I walked up to him and place my hand on his shoulder, but surprisingly it went through like air. I took a step back and kept on shaking my head. The little boy turned around before speaking. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" He asked curiously. "I...I...I am Brooklyn and my parents own this house now?" I replied slowly. The boy tilted his head with a small frown. Up this close I could see the boy's sides, were black and what looked like burns. He had dark brown hair with hazel eyes and he was wearing some kind of teddy bear shirt with small jeans. Every time I look at him, he has a little innocent look on his face. "But my parents never sold the house...." He said quietly. "Where are your parents now?" I asked slowly. "They are outside at a party and my nanny is here right now." He replied with a small smile.

"And what's your name?" Asked I softly. "My name is Brett." He replied coolly.
"Now, can you please get out of my house?" He asked a bit too sweetly. I shook her head. "I am, sorry, but I can't." I replied. Back then I was just eight, what else was I supposed to say to a little ghost kid? Suddenly the little boy's pupils went slight red and the window shatter loudly as wind came blowing in hard.
"GET OUT NOW!" He screamed as his whole body floated up high in the air.
Brooklyn back away slowly, but she felt the window blowing her harder, forcing her flying towards the wall. "MY PARENTS WOULD BE VERY MAD TO FIND YOU HERE!"
He howled. The next thing happened too quickly. The door opened and everything vanished into thin air, even the boy. My parents stared at me and then towards the window. "We heard something shatter and wind blowing..." They said slowly.
"Now you got some explaining to do." Said my father as he crossed his arms.
"I don't suppose that a ghost was here explains everything does it?" She asked slowly.
He shook his head. "We need to bring you to psychiatrists if this keeps on happening." He stated. "But...but..." She stuttered. My father shook his head and left the room.
"Don't take it too hard sweetie." I heard my mom say as I watched her leave my room.

I didn't see the boy again until the next full moon. By then I had researched him and found out that this house almost burnt to the ground from a fire twenty years ago on the night of a full moon. His nanny burned in the fire along with the little boy. They mystery was still what caused the fire... When he appeared, again there was this innocent look on his face when he looked back at me. I gulped and stood up before I heard the boy speak up. "I remember now...I died." He stated quietly. I blinked for a moment, my heart beating quickly. "Did you remember anything weird around that night?" I asked slowly.
The boy was silent before speaking. "Well...I did see this man at the front of the house, but I think it was my nanny's boyfriend." He replied as he stuck out his tongue in disgust.
I burst into laughter's before speaking. "What was he doing here?" I asked curiously.
"I don't know, but he got into a fight with her, I heard it loud and clear and then he said something about burning her alive." Replied the little boy. "Also I think his name was Steve Paroies." He added with a shrug. I thought long and hard for a moment and then it clicked like a lock. "I think I might have known what have happened." I said slowly. Sure I was eight that time, but I was no dumb kid. I was pretty smart for my age, but I had some dumb moments as well. When our conversations was over, I went back to sleep and I impatiently waited for the next day.

The next day I tried calling crime stoppers to tell them a tip. I knew they would never believe a little kid like me, so I tried to make a grown up voice.
I told them about what happened in the past and the unsolved mystery of what might have caused the burn from the fire. They just laughed and said that they didn't really believe a tip from what happened twenty years ago, but they did say that they will check up about it.

Another full moon later I saw the boy again, this time he looked so happy. Once again I spoke to him, but this time, I felt warmth inside me. "Thank you so much...now I can finally be in peace." He said quietly with a hushed voice. He ran to me and hugged that I could physically feel...well almost. "Goodbye and thank you so much..." He said. Then he looked up at the ceiling and I fell back as a shine of golden light came from above who knows where. Then there was a bright flash and the boy was gone...