A Ghost Story
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
When Gojyo woke up, he heard the sound of loud knocking on the front door and the voice of a man. He sat up and rubbed his head, looking at the door. He recognized the moving van company and swore under his breath. Gojyo fixed himself up quickly, pushing the ‘ghost’ out of his head, and running to the door. The two moving men looked at him.
“Good day sir, we have your stuff here.” Said one.
“Oh yes, um, come in.” he stepped aside and the two men stepped in.
“Where would you like us to pile everything?” The other asked.
“Just bring the stuff in and I’ll tell you where to place it.” The men nodded and went outside to their truck. Gojyo, thinking back to the ghost, frowned and looked around the room. He had to have been dreaming… why would a GHOST be talking?
“Sir?” Gojyo jumped at the sound of the man’s voice. “Didn’t mean to startle you, but where would you like the couch?”
“Uh…um, in that room, in the center of the floor facing the fireplace.” The men did so and continued carrying in all of Gojyo’s things. He stood directing and watching them when he noticed something else to his right in the kitchen. A ghostly hand and a shoulder slowly peeked around the woodwork. Gojyo’s hair stood on end again as he looked at the ghost. The ghosts’ head appeared and it was watching the movers.
“Sir, would you like the pots and pans in the kitchen?” Asked one of the movers.
Gojyo just nodded and pointed to the kitchen, the ghost still present. The mover walked right past the ghost, but was not frightened at all! Nor had the man seen it! The ghost turned its’ head to look at the man and followed him with his eyes as he left the kitchen. The ghost looked over at Gojyo and gave a little smile along with a friendly wave. Gojyo just stared at him with a long, shocked frown. The ghost faded away soon after.
Gojyo paid the men for their labor and stood in the small hallway, looking at the rooms on both sides of him. He sighed as he looked at all the boxes that needed unpacking.
“Might as well start now.” He went to work on unpacking the kitchen things first, cleaning off the counter and dusting in various places. He was unpacking the plates when he turned and came face to face with the ghost. “JESUS CHRI-“ he shouted and nearly dropped all the plates on the floor. The ghost just laughed softly.
/I did not mean to scare you./ Gojyo was panting and glaring at the ghost.
“Yeah well, you did! I almost dropped my plates because of you! Wait, what the FUCK am I doing?! I’M TALKING TO A DEAD GUY!”
/I am dead?/ the ghost checked himself over. ‘Oh dear, I did not know that.’ Gojyo looked at him in shock, then his mouth dropped opened.
“You mean you don’t know?!” The ghost chuckled.
/No, I know I am dead. Not being able to leave the house will tell one that, right?/
“Uh….I guess….um…so you…can’t leave the house?” The ghost shook his head.
/I have tried and failed./ He said sadly. /I have been here for a very long time. Tell me, what year is it?/
“Uh, 2007.’ The ghosts’ eyes widened.
/Oh my…I have been here for nearly 200 years./ The ghost looked over at Gojyo. /You look absolutely terrified of me. Please, there is no reason to be. I will not hurt you./
“This is just, uh, weird. I’m alive, and I’m talking to a dead guy. I thought ghosts were like, not suppose to talk and interact.”
/Well, I do not know how other ghosts like me act, but I have always been this way. For a very, very long time this house was empty. There was a man living here previously before you, but he was blind and could not see me. I believe he could hear me, though./
“Uh yeah, he was like, a distant relative of mine. He gave the house to my brother, well, half brother, and I. But my brother has a place already, so I took it instead. I didn’t ask for any room mates though.” The ghost laughed.
/I am afraid I have to remain here, good sir. In all fairness, I was here first./
Gojyo could not believe what was happening. Here he was, standing in the kitchen and talking to a ghost. A ghost! That was talking to him! He did not know what to make of the situation. He was freaked out in a way, but also somewhat calm. The ghost did not appear to be as frightening anymore. Although, the situation was clearly strange. But Gojyo was not one with tunnel vision. If there was one thing he did not like to do was follow the norm. And growing up where he did, there were WAY more things more frightening than a ghost.
“Ah yes, I guess you were.” He said, crossing his arms. “So…you owned this place?”
/Oh no. I was a servant here./
“A servant?”
/Yes. It has been so long, that I fear I do not remember much at all./
“Do you remember your name?” The ghost nodded.
/Yes. I do not remember my real name, but I do remember the name my master gave to me.
Or rather, the master’s son I should say./ He looked at Gojyo. /My name is Hakkai./ He held out his ghostly hand in a handshake. Gojyo looked at his hand and slowly reached his own out to grasp Hakkai’s. However, his hand went right through Hakkai’s.
“Sorry man, the dead can’t touch the living.” Hakkai sighed.
/No, I suppose not./
“So…how did you die?” Hakkai looked at him, blinked, then thought.
/I do not remember./
“Were you sick?” Hakkai shook his head
/I do not know…but I do know that it was something bad.’ He looked sadly at Gojyo. ‘I may have done something wrong./
“Do you remember anything? Anything at all?” Hakkai looked down.
/I remember Mr. Revere warning about the enemy coming by the river…and a battle raging on later in the evening…I was in the battle too./ He trailed off. Gojyo raised an eyebrow.
“That’s all you remember?”
/Well, I believe it was at Lexington and Concord.’ Gojyo remembered learning something about those two towns in history class some years ago, but nothing more. He was ready to say something but noticed that Hakkai’s body was beginning to fade.
“Hey, you leaving?”
/No, I am just very weak right now. It happens when I am in this form for to long. I bid you farewell until later./ He said and faded away completely.
When Gojyo woke up, he heard the sound of loud knocking on the front door and the voice of a man. He sat up and rubbed his head, looking at the door. He recognized the moving van company and swore under his breath. Gojyo fixed himself up quickly, pushing the ‘ghost’ out of his head, and running to the door. The two moving men looked at him.
“Good day sir, we have your stuff here.” Said one.
“Oh yes, um, come in.” he stepped aside and the two men stepped in.
“Where would you like us to pile everything?” The other asked.
“Just bring the stuff in and I’ll tell you where to place it.” The men nodded and went outside to their truck. Gojyo, thinking back to the ghost, frowned and looked around the room. He had to have been dreaming… why would a GHOST be talking?
“Sir?” Gojyo jumped at the sound of the man’s voice. “Didn’t mean to startle you, but where would you like the couch?”
“Uh…um, in that room, in the center of the floor facing the fireplace.” The men did so and continued carrying in all of Gojyo’s things. He stood directing and watching them when he noticed something else to his right in the kitchen. A ghostly hand and a shoulder slowly peeked around the woodwork. Gojyo’s hair stood on end again as he looked at the ghost. The ghosts’ head appeared and it was watching the movers.
“Sir, would you like the pots and pans in the kitchen?” Asked one of the movers.
Gojyo just nodded and pointed to the kitchen, the ghost still present. The mover walked right past the ghost, but was not frightened at all! Nor had the man seen it! The ghost turned its’ head to look at the man and followed him with his eyes as he left the kitchen. The ghost looked over at Gojyo and gave a little smile along with a friendly wave. Gojyo just stared at him with a long, shocked frown. The ghost faded away soon after.
Gojyo paid the men for their labor and stood in the small hallway, looking at the rooms on both sides of him. He sighed as he looked at all the boxes that needed unpacking.
“Might as well start now.” He went to work on unpacking the kitchen things first, cleaning off the counter and dusting in various places. He was unpacking the plates when he turned and came face to face with the ghost. “JESUS CHRI-“ he shouted and nearly dropped all the plates on the floor. The ghost just laughed softly.
/I did not mean to scare you./ Gojyo was panting and glaring at the ghost.
“Yeah well, you did! I almost dropped my plates because of you! Wait, what the FUCK am I doing?! I’M TALKING TO A DEAD GUY!”
/I am dead?/ the ghost checked himself over. ‘Oh dear, I did not know that.’ Gojyo looked at him in shock, then his mouth dropped opened.
“You mean you don’t know?!” The ghost chuckled.
/No, I know I am dead. Not being able to leave the house will tell one that, right?/
“Uh….I guess….um…so you…can’t leave the house?” The ghost shook his head.
/I have tried and failed./ He said sadly. /I have been here for a very long time. Tell me, what year is it?/
“Uh, 2007.’ The ghosts’ eyes widened.
/Oh my…I have been here for nearly 200 years./ The ghost looked over at Gojyo. /You look absolutely terrified of me. Please, there is no reason to be. I will not hurt you./
“This is just, uh, weird. I’m alive, and I’m talking to a dead guy. I thought ghosts were like, not suppose to talk and interact.”
/Well, I do not know how other ghosts like me act, but I have always been this way. For a very, very long time this house was empty. There was a man living here previously before you, but he was blind and could not see me. I believe he could hear me, though./
“Uh yeah, he was like, a distant relative of mine. He gave the house to my brother, well, half brother, and I. But my brother has a place already, so I took it instead. I didn’t ask for any room mates though.” The ghost laughed.
/I am afraid I have to remain here, good sir. In all fairness, I was here first./
Gojyo could not believe what was happening. Here he was, standing in the kitchen and talking to a ghost. A ghost! That was talking to him! He did not know what to make of the situation. He was freaked out in a way, but also somewhat calm. The ghost did not appear to be as frightening anymore. Although, the situation was clearly strange. But Gojyo was not one with tunnel vision. If there was one thing he did not like to do was follow the norm. And growing up where he did, there were WAY more things more frightening than a ghost.
“Ah yes, I guess you were.” He said, crossing his arms. “So…you owned this place?”
/Oh no. I was a servant here./
“A servant?”
/Yes. It has been so long, that I fear I do not remember much at all./
“Do you remember your name?” The ghost nodded.
/Yes. I do not remember my real name, but I do remember the name my master gave to me.
Or rather, the master’s son I should say./ He looked at Gojyo. /My name is Hakkai./ He held out his ghostly hand in a handshake. Gojyo looked at his hand and slowly reached his own out to grasp Hakkai’s. However, his hand went right through Hakkai’s.
“Sorry man, the dead can’t touch the living.” Hakkai sighed.
/No, I suppose not./
“So…how did you die?” Hakkai looked at him, blinked, then thought.
/I do not remember./
“Were you sick?” Hakkai shook his head
/I do not know…but I do know that it was something bad.’ He looked sadly at Gojyo. ‘I may have done something wrong./
“Do you remember anything? Anything at all?” Hakkai looked down.
/I remember Mr. Revere warning about the enemy coming by the river…and a battle raging on later in the evening…I was in the battle too./ He trailed off. Gojyo raised an eyebrow.
“That’s all you remember?”
/Well, I believe it was at Lexington and Concord.’ Gojyo remembered learning something about those two towns in history class some years ago, but nothing more. He was ready to say something but noticed that Hakkai’s body was beginning to fade.
“Hey, you leaving?”
/No, I am just very weak right now. It happens when I am in this form for to long. I bid you farewell until later./ He said and faded away completely.