Struck Me

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Chapter One

"If anyone is there, say something," I announce towards the corner of my room. Silence.

"Come on, you knock over my shit everyday the least you could do is talk to me." Still nothing. I roll my eyes and unwrap myself from my comforter. Everyday there is some sort of presence that knocks over my stuff or leaves marks on my mirror that weren't there the day before but never want to reveal themselves. I'm not particularly scared of these occurrences, I just want to help them because maybe they are just lonely.

I have been trying to talk to spirits for as long as I can remember. Part of me does it because I want to try to get in touch with my father, even though I am not entirely sure if he is dead. I know he lived in our house at some point, but I don't remember him or him leaving.

I have never had any luck communicating with spirits, all I get is uninvited visitors which results in my mom getting pissed off at me for "messing with this crap."

I get changed and walk downstairs for breakfast.

"How did you sleep?" My mom asks.

"Fine. Uh, did you hear anyone in the house last night?"

My mom rolls her eyes. "Oli, you need to quit trying to talk to ghosts and messing with spiritual crap. It scares me."

"You shouldn't be scared, mom. I don't think any of them want to hurt us."

"Just go to school, my love. Are you going to be walking with Justin?"

"Yeah, I'll see you later."

"Okay, I'll be running late tonight so feel free to order takeout for dinner. Tell Justin I said hello!"

Justin is my best friend. He was kind of like me, except he was more socially accepted in our school. He wasn't necessarily popular but he had a girlfriend and more friends than me, and since I was his best friend they all learned to like me.

"Oliver, you are not going to believe what I saw last night!" He yells while running up to me in my driveway. "Avi was over last night and she took a picture of me on my phone and look at what the fuck is in the background of my room."

I forgot to mention Justin likes to attempt to talk to spirits too. From both of our experiences, we don't really come in contact with friendly spirits, but they aren't mean enough to do any real harm so we continue to test our luck.

"Holy shit," I say as I study the dark apparition in the corner of the photo.

"Avi freaked out and left my house. I hope I can find her today."

His attention is now towards the sea of people standing outside our school attempting to point out his girlfriend. I wonder what having a girlfriend is like. Justin seems to really like Avi and spends a lot of time with her, but what do they even fo when they are at each other's houses all day? Do they have sex? Does Justin even know how to have sex? Why do 16 year olds even want to have sex?

Before I knew it, Justin was no longer by my side and rain began to make the students disappear into the school. My first period is Philosophy. I don't even know why I am in this class but I needed an elective.

"Good morning, class. I hope everyone is doing well. Today we will be discussing the theory of manifestation."

I can not stand to listen to manifestation or any lesson plans for that matter this early in the morning.

"Now manifestation is where your thoughts and energy can create a reality. It starts with visualizing what it is you want. You can do this by getting in touch with yourself mentally. But why would we want to manifest things? Well, it can bring a lot of positivity to your life."

This sounds stupid.

"There are different types of manifestation. There is spiritual manifestation and that is a way people are able to find themselves religiously."

Now I'm intrigued. Maybe this is what me and Justin have been lacking this entire time. I need to invite Justin over tonight and we need to practice this manifestation crap.


What does that even mean?" Justin asks while laughing at my poor explanation of manifestation at the lunch table.

"I don't know but maybe we can manifest a spirit in my room."

"So you're saying you want me to visualize a fucking ghost standing in your room until it appears?"

"Do you have a better idea?"

He pauses.

"I do, actually. What about your Aunt Heather? I bet she can help us."

My Aunt Heather is strange. My mom doesn't like me talking to her because her occupation consists of telling people their futures and performing tarot card readings from inside her house. I have always wanted to get my tarot cards read but my mom would never let that happen.

"Well she is a very spiritual person," I say.

"Exactly! I bet she knows a way we can get in touch with them."

"Why do you guys even want to talk to ghosts? It's weird." Avi pitches into the conversation.

"Do you want to come with us to Oli's aunt's house?" Justin asks her out of kindness.

"No thanks, just be careful."

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