Yup. If there was one word to describe me, it would be Alone.
My “gift” to see and speak to ghosts was known to everyone in town.
I avoided trips to town like the plague.
“Such a shame that FREAK is the heir to the Bluebeard name.” the men would say.
“What a waste of a handsome man.” gossiping women would say.
Sunset Valley used to be such a non-judgmental place, but I guess I was the limit.
I was a disappointment.
My mother constantly tried to cheer me up.
She was so sweet, but deep down she was worried about the future of the family…I could tell.
I was sitting around in my pajamas when I heard a familiar voice, one that only I could hear.
“Yanni, we need to talk.” Grandpa said.
Here comes the “Find a Wife” speech…
“There’s a disturbance in the afterlife.” he said. “It’s almost time to use your gift.”
Nope, it’s the Doomsday speech.
“Yes sir. I understand.” I said respectfully.
“Mark my words…you will be needed.” he said as he hugged me.
My family was awesome…at least they all loved me…even the dead ones.
It wasn’t until Grandma Pandora visited me that I actually started to get worried.
“You’re Grandfather’s right, you know…something is not right. It won’t be long now.”
“Check mate.” I said.
She swung her hand across the chess board.
Chess pieces went flying.
“Are you listening?!?!” she asked angrily.
“Yes. I guess I don’t understand what it has to do with me. What do I need to do?”
She sighed. “You’ll have to go to Grim’s house.”
“That creepy place in the graveyard?!”
“That’s the place. Knock 5 times. Tell him who you are, and about your gift…he already knows, but it’s protocol….he has something to give you.”
“How will I know when to go?” I asked.
But Grandma had already left.
3 nights later I was tossing and turning in bed.
I think I was asleep.
I thought I was dreaming.
Suddenly everything was red.
Then there was a voice, a hoarse whisper.
“It is tiiiiimeeee. Viiiiissssiiiiit meeeee tooooomoooorroooow”
I sat up. I was sweating and shaking.
I looked at my clock.
There was no way I was going back to sleep.
I got up, put on my jacket and went out to Grandma and Grandpa’s garden.
“I hope you are both ok.” I whispered into the freezing night air.
Thankfully morning came quickly.
I really didn’t want to go to The Grim Reaper’s house, but I guess when he summons you, there is no procrastinating.
I made my way through the dense snow to the graveyard.
I stood in front of the haunting door.
Crap! How many times was I supposed to knock?!?!
Oh yeah. 5. Get it together Yanni!
I knocked. 1…2…3…4…5
The door began to creak open.
The freezing air became colder and every hair on my body stood on end.
My natural instinct was to run.
Grim stood before me.
“Hi….I’m Yanni Bluebeard. I can see and talk to ghosts.”
He said nothing, but lifted his index finger.
He turned around and went inside.
Minutes, or perhaps only seconds passed.
The door opened and Grim appeared holding something that resembled a leaf blower.
He handed it to me.
BANSHEE BANISHER 3000 was written on the side.
“GOOOOOO.” he said, although it may have been the wind.
I guess that means I wasn’t going to get a friendly tutorial.
I quickly turned and left.
When I got home, my mother was waiting.
“What’s going on?” she asked. “Something doesn’t feel right in the air.”
“I don’t really know.” I answered honestly.
I showed her the Banisher and told her about Grandpa, Grandma and the Grim Reaper.
“So, what are you going to do now?” she asked worriedly.
“I guess I wait.” I sighed.
Mom and I both jumped when the house phone rang.
Mom answered it. “Hello.”
“Hi…um…I’d like to speak to the guy that can see ghosts…I think I have a problem….”