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What scares you?
First thing’s first, let me get out of this out of the way: I can see ghosts. Yep, ghosts exist. I think it started when I was four, and I noticed an extra someone sitting at the dinner table besides me and my parents. I asked my parents why "the little girl wouldn't stop crying for dinner", and they thought I just had a creepy imaginary friend. Later that night, as I remember it, the little girl followed me to bed and just kept staring at me as I slept. I did what any rational four year old would do in the situation: cry and call for my mommy. She came into my room and sang me a lullaby to sleep - and that was my first memory of meeting "them".
So, as I started growing up, I started to learn about the paranormal, specifically, ghosts. We have this upholding tradition of always eating dinner together as family, so I tried telling my parents that I could see dead people almost every meal. My mom blamed my dad on me watching too many Bruce Willis movies, and the last time I told them, and they threatened to take me to a psychiatrist if I said anything else (which in retrospect, might have helped). I've since kept it under wraps about what I can see, not a single soul know about this special little "ability" I have, even after graduating, moving out, and so on.
See, the way I see ghosts, their forms are consistent with how they died. They creeped me out at first, but as I started to see them on a daily basis, I became less terrified and more curious. Most ghosts I see, they're just wandering around aimlessly, nice clothes on, nothing wrong. These people seem to have died from illness, or in their sleep. Then I see the ones a bit more morbid: the people walking around without heads, disjointed limbs, bullets riddled throughout their bodies - I usually attribute them to suicides, murders, or worse.
Most ghosts just seem to walk around aimlessly; some that recently passed are in denial, trying to "live" their daily lives, some try to dick around with the living by "haunting" certain places, but most just wander around doing nothing. I guess the afterlife isn't a very exciting place to be.
Now, you might think that having see dead people around in sometimes grotesque, inhumane forms may make me invulnerable to most things that can happen in my life. True, I don't even flinch at most noises that go bump in the night, and my horror movie tolerance is probably 10x that of the most fanatic scary film lover. I wish I could say that nothing surprises me any more, but...
Yesterday, I returned back to my hometown to stay with my parents for the holidays. I was greeted back by the usual crowd: a few relatives, some old childhood friends, and even a few dead people that grew attached to me while I was younger. My parents were busy, so they told me they’d meet me at home afterwards. After the welcoming gathering was over, two ghosts in particular kept following me around town. Now usually, some tend to stick around me once they figure out I can see them. I just tend to ignore them for a while until they leave me alone once they realize I can't do anything for them.
However, these two in particular stood out: their forms were particularly gruesome. The man on the left was missing both his eyeballs, both his arms were missing, or rather, sliced from his body, and he had a gaping hole in his stomach. His jaw was ripped clean off his face, revealing his lolling tongue and upper teeth.
The other on the right seemed to be equally as bad, if not worse. I couldn't even tell what "it" was, or how gruesome it must've been to die like that. The chest had two cavities that implied something dug into it. The nose was missing, and his head had been scalped exposing his skull, and it looked as if someone ripped out his tongue straight from his throat. The first thing I thought was that these people were obviously tortured to death and they were trying to tell me something about their deaths.
However, since they were as they were, all that came out of their mouths were moans and grunts, the sounds of nightmares. One even tried to hum, because that was all it could do. Now, I felt bad for them, I really did. No one deserves to go through whatever they had to, no matter what type of person they were. But they seemed to follow me wherever I went that day: from when I visited my relatives, to stalking me on the street, even following me to my own house. They were like two disfigured puppies attached to someone who found them on the street - I felt bad, but it was getting annoying.
I was going to stay over at my old home for the week, so I planned on telling my parents once more during dinner that I was still seeing ghosts even up until now. Maybe they were right - I was probably going insane and needed meds or something. I got home, but for some reason, they wouldn’t look me in the eye, or they kept changing rooms each time I entered. I guess they were busy, but something even stranger happened.
They said they were too busy to eat dinner.
This struck me as extremely odd, because no matter what we were doing, whether it was school work, business or whatever, if we were home, you ate dinner with the family. I thought it was something extremely urgent that they had to do, but dad shutting himself in his office to work, while mom just did laundry in another room. This was really unlike them.
Fast-forward to a few hours later, I'm trying to figure out why they’re acting like this when I hear something outside: the two ghosts kept moaning and humming outside in our backyard. I tried ignoring this for a bit, but after they kept going for nearly an hour, I was completely irritated. I finally went outside to confront them, yelling and neighbors be damned, but they suddenly stopped and motioned towards an unfamiliar garden. I froze up. Stuck in a shallow hole in the garden, were two bloody arms jutting from the flowers. Now, if I wasn’t screaming already, what happened next definitely made me.
The ghost was humming a lullaby. An all too-familiar one.
I don’t remember much of what happened next, since everything afterwards seemed like a blur. From what an officer told me, I ran for a couple of streets down, panicking and shouting that there were fakes in my house before passing out from shock. One of my friend’s parents thought I was having a night terror and tried carrying me back into my house, but was surprised to see our car was missing and front door wide open. He phoned the police and I’ve been staying at his place since yesterday – the police say my home was empty and they’d try phoning my parents to see where they were. An interesting note was that they found a shallow hole in our garden, but it was freshly dug up and there was nothing in there - he asked if my mom regularly did gardening. I told him no. They said they’d continue their investigation, but I can already figure where it’s going to head.
Let me tell you something, as my two dead disfigured parents stand by my side as I type this.
If there’s anything scarier than the supernatural, the paranormal, or ghosts.