A Ghost Story
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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
2,975
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
The next morning, Gojyo got a call from the moving company, saying that they were running late and would be there by the afternoon. The rain had stopped and the sun was out, so he decided to sit on the porch instead. He lit his cigarette and looked out at the other houses.
“I wonder if they have ghosts?” he said with a chuckle. “I’m going to name mine.” he smirked “Too bad its not a lady, but since it’s a guy, I think I’ll name him Nesbit.” he scoffed “Nesbit.” Gojyo turned around and looked up at the house in slight suspicion. He gasped slightly as he saw the figure again from his bedroom window! It was gone as quickly as it had come. “What in-!” he stopped himself. “Nobody said anything about ’ghosts’ in the house description!” He shrugged and decided to take a little stroll outside the house.
He walked around the back and saw the graveyard again. Gojyo took another cigarette and decided to walk over to the graveyard, just to get away from the house for a bit. The graveyard was small, with old rounded tombstones and an age worn iron fence. Most of the tombstones were either broken or sunken into the ground, showing their age. Gojyo hopped over the short fence and walked along the aisles, checking out the graves.
“Sarah Willington, beloved wife and mother, 1748-1774.…” the rest of the writing on the stone was worn and scratched, as were many other stones. “Damn…these are all from the 1770’s. Is everything old in this area?” he rolled his eyes and dropped his cigarette on the ground, putting it out with his boot before he continued to look around.
He came to a bunch of smaller graves and frowned when he read what they all said. Every grave was that of an infant, none having had made it to a year of life. He touched the writing on one of the graves and sighed. Something else caught his eye as he looked over the baby graves to across the thin dirt road. There, away from all the other graves, were a few sunken, small stones. He went over to them and knelt down in front of one, trying to read the words. The letters were worn and chipped, so he could only make out a few words.
“Looks like a prayer of some kind.” he said and tried to study the stone some more. “Sinner?” that was the only other word he could pick out from all the others. Gojyo raised an eyebrow and looked at the others, seeing the same prayer, but no names or dates. “This must be where the witches were, or those who brought shame and disgrace to whomever. No wonder they are all the way over here.” With that, Gojyo exited the graveyard and headed back to the house. “I wonder if my ghost is buried over there?” He thought and looked back at the graveyard.
When he got back in the house, he made himself some tea and sat down at the table. He sat there long in thought, thinking about all the work he had to do. He had to find a job in the area, call the cable guy, the computer company, organize his things, and invite his ‘friends’. He shrugged and took a long sip of his tea, wishing he had some liquor instead.
“So much fucking shit to do.” He mumbled and stared down into his tea. He suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and goose bumps decorated his skin. Someone, or something, was behind him. Gojyo could not bring himself to turn around to look, fearing that it would that ghost. He closed his eyes tight and held his breath, not knowing what else to do. What happened next scared the shit out of him.
/Hello./ came the ghostly voice.
“SHIT!!” he jumped up from the seat, knocking it over and turning around quickly to swing at whoever it was. Once again, nothing was there. Gojyo’s eyebrow twitched and he shook a bit, his hands clenched into fists. “Okay….okay….calm down.” he said out loud to himself. “It’s just a ghost…just a ghost…it’s dead. It can’t hurt me, it can’t do anything other than ANNOY ME!” he shouted. “LISTEN YOU, WHOEVER YOU ARE! YOU BETTER JUST GO BACK TO WHATEVER GRAVE OR SPOT YOUR ROTTING CORPSE IS IN! YOU’RE DEAD AND I’M ALIVE! I OWN THIS HOUSE NOW! SO GET OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE ME ALONE! OR AT LEAST STOP MAKING NOISE!” He panted angrily as his eyes darted all around the area, searching for the ghost.
/That was rather rude./ came the voice again.
“GODDAMN IT! DON’T TALK TO ME!”
/Well, I can not help that, good sir. I am a resident here, for this is MY house./ Gojyo growled.
“Fuck you, dead guy! You’re dead! You can’t live here anymore!”
/But I do live here. I was here first. Have you not heard of sharing?/
“I have, but I don’t share with dead people!”
Gojyo gulped as he started to see the appearing figure of a young man come slowly into view. He could now make out all features of the ghost. His face turned white and he held his breath. The ghost smiled softly at him. The young mans’ body was slim and he was just as tall as Gojyo, maybe a few inches shorter. He wore glasses and old dress, like something from the colonial period. His feet were visible this time around, and he wore high boots. His entire body was transparent, except for the whitish, almost grayish color filling in his body. Gojyo could clearly see the stove through the ghosts’ body.
/Welcome to MY home, Gojyo./ After he said that, Gojyo fell back on the floor in a faint.
The next morning, Gojyo got a call from the moving company, saying that they were running late and would be there by the afternoon. The rain had stopped and the sun was out, so he decided to sit on the porch instead. He lit his cigarette and looked out at the other houses.
“I wonder if they have ghosts?” he said with a chuckle. “I’m going to name mine.” he smirked “Too bad its not a lady, but since it’s a guy, I think I’ll name him Nesbit.” he scoffed “Nesbit.” Gojyo turned around and looked up at the house in slight suspicion. He gasped slightly as he saw the figure again from his bedroom window! It was gone as quickly as it had come. “What in-!” he stopped himself. “Nobody said anything about ’ghosts’ in the house description!” He shrugged and decided to take a little stroll outside the house.
He walked around the back and saw the graveyard again. Gojyo took another cigarette and decided to walk over to the graveyard, just to get away from the house for a bit. The graveyard was small, with old rounded tombstones and an age worn iron fence. Most of the tombstones were either broken or sunken into the ground, showing their age. Gojyo hopped over the short fence and walked along the aisles, checking out the graves.
“Sarah Willington, beloved wife and mother, 1748-1774.…” the rest of the writing on the stone was worn and scratched, as were many other stones. “Damn…these are all from the 1770’s. Is everything old in this area?” he rolled his eyes and dropped his cigarette on the ground, putting it out with his boot before he continued to look around.
He came to a bunch of smaller graves and frowned when he read what they all said. Every grave was that of an infant, none having had made it to a year of life. He touched the writing on one of the graves and sighed. Something else caught his eye as he looked over the baby graves to across the thin dirt road. There, away from all the other graves, were a few sunken, small stones. He went over to them and knelt down in front of one, trying to read the words. The letters were worn and chipped, so he could only make out a few words.
“Looks like a prayer of some kind.” he said and tried to study the stone some more. “Sinner?” that was the only other word he could pick out from all the others. Gojyo raised an eyebrow and looked at the others, seeing the same prayer, but no names or dates. “This must be where the witches were, or those who brought shame and disgrace to whomever. No wonder they are all the way over here.” With that, Gojyo exited the graveyard and headed back to the house. “I wonder if my ghost is buried over there?” He thought and looked back at the graveyard.
When he got back in the house, he made himself some tea and sat down at the table. He sat there long in thought, thinking about all the work he had to do. He had to find a job in the area, call the cable guy, the computer company, organize his things, and invite his ‘friends’. He shrugged and took a long sip of his tea, wishing he had some liquor instead.
“So much fucking shit to do.” He mumbled and stared down into his tea. He suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and goose bumps decorated his skin. Someone, or something, was behind him. Gojyo could not bring himself to turn around to look, fearing that it would that ghost. He closed his eyes tight and held his breath, not knowing what else to do. What happened next scared the shit out of him.
/Hello./ came the ghostly voice.
“SHIT!!” he jumped up from the seat, knocking it over and turning around quickly to swing at whoever it was. Once again, nothing was there. Gojyo’s eyebrow twitched and he shook a bit, his hands clenched into fists. “Okay….okay….calm down.” he said out loud to himself. “It’s just a ghost…just a ghost…it’s dead. It can’t hurt me, it can’t do anything other than ANNOY ME!” he shouted. “LISTEN YOU, WHOEVER YOU ARE! YOU BETTER JUST GO BACK TO WHATEVER GRAVE OR SPOT YOUR ROTTING CORPSE IS IN! YOU’RE DEAD AND I’M ALIVE! I OWN THIS HOUSE NOW! SO GET OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE ME ALONE! OR AT LEAST STOP MAKING NOISE!” He panted angrily as his eyes darted all around the area, searching for the ghost.
/That was rather rude./ came the voice again.
“GODDAMN IT! DON’T TALK TO ME!”
/Well, I can not help that, good sir. I am a resident here, for this is MY house./ Gojyo growled.
“Fuck you, dead guy! You’re dead! You can’t live here anymore!”
/But I do live here. I was here first. Have you not heard of sharing?/
“I have, but I don’t share with dead people!”
Gojyo gulped as he started to see the appearing figure of a young man come slowly into view. He could now make out all features of the ghost. His face turned white and he held his breath. The ghost smiled softly at him. The young mans’ body was slim and he was just as tall as Gojyo, maybe a few inches shorter. He wore glasses and old dress, like something from the colonial period. His feet were visible this time around, and he wore high boots. His entire body was transparent, except for the whitish, almost grayish color filling in his body. Gojyo could clearly see the stove through the ghosts’ body.
/Welcome to MY home, Gojyo./ After he said that, Gojyo fell back on the floor in a faint.