I never had any contact with any ghosts or spirits before, or, at least, that is what I thought. I actually had the ability to see and speak to spirits since I was born, but I thought it was just me being a kid. When homework and studying started to consume my time in middle school, I lost all contact with the spirit world. Because of this, I got the shock of my life when I graduated college.
My father came in a black suit and wanted to take me out for ice cream, so we could catch up. I was reluctant because I have not seen him for almost two decades. However, my mother told me that it was all right and that it was time that I knew the truth about what and who my father was.
Before we went to the ice cream shop, he took me to this mysterious place, where I knew was not humanly possible to go to. There were fluffy, white cloud with a pink tint, and the sky was a dark blue. There were these glowing, transparent beings flying in the sky and were full of joy. The black ground was solid with a continuing white pattern all over it. He told me that this place goes by many names, but it was basically the bridge between the physical world and the spirit world. It was his home, and he could travel between both worlds freely.
When he got more personal, he focused his dark brown eyes on me. "I am known by many names, my dear child, but you should know that I am the being known as the Grim Reaper."
I looked at him with wide eyes. How could this be? How would this affect my life? Does this mean that I have to "reap" people? I had all these questions running through my head and more.
"My precious child." He said knowingly as he tried to brush my hair out of my face. However, I pulled back and narrowed my eyes. How dare he try to act like everything is all right?
"I know you are angry that I did not visit as much as I should have, but I had to stay away to keep you safe. I couldn't be there 24/7 to protect you like I would have liked. Do you know what some beings would do if they found out Death has a child?"
I let my eyes relax and sighed. I did not know what they would do, but I had a good idea. Even though I still was a bit mad, I totally understood. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"That's all right, Raven." He said as he hugged me. As he pulled away to look at me, he spoke again. "I know you don't have a job lined up yet, so I am going to give you one. You could say it is the family business. It is your birthright."
"What did you have in mind?" I asked curiously and shocked that he was offering a job while he changed the subject.
"Scout for Earthbound spirits ready to crossover. Once you have found them, you bring them here. I will take them to what you call the afterlife. If the people you find have unfinished business, you can help them. It will be your choice. However, only offer your help if they mention they need to do some things before leaving."
"Okay." I replied with relief. I only had to deal with people already dead. "Thanks, Daddy." I sincerely said. At least, I won't be struggling while I am job searching for a "normal" job.
My father smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead. "I need to tell you one more thing before we get some ice cream. You are the only one, except your mother, who can see my true form without being on your death bed."
He moved back and let his glamour melt away. It is extremely difficult to describe how he truly looks to mere mortals, but I can definitely tell you that you would know he is not human. He is also quite handsome in a dark way. No wonder he does not show himself to humans. You would not want to crossover before your time. My mother is an angel of death, so she can handle looking at his true form. However, that is a story for another time.
The next day, I went out into the city to look for my first...client. The first place I looked was Fort Stanwix. It was there since the Revolutionary War, and it became a national monument, where people could learn about colonial times. Of course, lots of people have gone in and out of that place for years, so there should be some people still there.
I went when there should not have been that many living people there, so I could point out the spirits easier. I had to relearn how to stay connected to the spirit world and how to tell it apart from this one. It was not long until I found a soldier making rounds in the fort. At first, I thought it was just one of the actors, but there was something different about this guy. He was more ready for battle, and his uniform was more worn. I could tell that he was an American soldier because his coat was not red. I walked up to him and said hello. He looked over at me with a raised brow.
"This is not a place for a young lady." He said with wonder on how I got in.
"You know that war was over for a couple of centuries, right?" I replied, wondering did he even know he was dead.
He was silent for a while before he spoke again. "That could explain why you are wearing pants." He said quizzically.
"Yep." I said with a slight smile. "You don't need to protect this place anymore. It is time for you to rest." I said with a comforting smile. Well, at least, I tried to make it comforting.
"Who won?" He asked as if that was the only thing he needed to know before he crossed over.
"America." I said with a wide smile. "We won."
"How am I supposed to crossover anyway?" He asked, ready to go.
"Just take my hand. I will lead you to the bridge, and my father can take you where you need to be."
He took my hand, and my first spirit finally got the rest he deserved.