Ghost Keeper

Intro. (Must Read)

Ever since I was a young girl, maybe four or five, I always dreamed of becoming a big star in Hollywood. I know, sounds basic don't it? But let's not forget one thing. I can see and communicate with the dead.

It all started when my mother passed away when I was six. I was absolutely heartbroken. Every night I prayed just to see my mom one last time. "Dear God, I know you have my mommy. Can I please have her back?" I would say these lines until I was seven. After a year, I gave up. I came to the conclusion that I'd never see my mom again.

So fast forward to a couple months later when I decided to try again. I missed my mom so much that I would've done anything to see her. She was my best friend. I never had any real friends other than imaginary ones which I disconnected myself from after her death. My dad tried so hard to make me happy but I just wasn't and I just couldn't be. Not many kids at six are supposed to lose a parent. It's just not something a kid should have to go through. But unfortunately, I did. I'm an only child because my mom was too afraid of ever having to lose a child. But when she had me, she told me she would never ever lose me. So why did I have to lose her?

That damn car. I knew it wasn't safe. To make matters worse, I was in the car with her. She was taking me to my third day of second grade. We was dancing and laughing and having a hell of a good time, which was normal for us. And then she was so focused on me. Why did I have to shout "mom!"over and over again just to show her my new dance move that I came up with? She lost control of the car because of me. It's all my fault.

Sorry, I got carried away. Well, you're probably wondering how I can see the dead. Anyways, when I started to try again, I wasn't trying with God. I was seven and so damn vulnerable. Like I said, I would've done anything to see my mom. One night when I was lying in bed, about to go to sleep, I heard something calling my name from a corner in my room. When I sat up, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was my mom! Dressed in pretty white clothes. Oh man, she was beautiful! "Mom!" I shouted as I ran to hug her. But I knew. I knew it wasn't her. It couldn't have been. I was lying right beside her when the ambulance man pronounced her dead at 8:49 a.m. I still get haunted by those words. "Mom? Why are you here?" I asked, knowing I was probably just losing my mind. "Em, oh sweet Em, You can see me!" She whispered as she bent down to rub a tear from my cheeks. "I can Mom, but is it really you? Are you back for good? I thought you died?!" I asked all these questions, not looking for an answer. I already knew she wasn't back for good. There was a catch. There always is. "Em, you have to do something that will change your life, but you will see me whenever you want if you do it," she said only to continue with, "please Em, you have to. I have to see my baby!" She explained. I could see tears falling out of her eyes almost like stars.

"I'll do it."

and that's how it happened. All he needed was my consent. He, as in Satan of course. The devil himself, that's right. and now, it's been hell on earth for me ever since.