I was raised as a disease.
My mother hated me. I never got to know why she hated me, she died when I was 5 years old. People called my mother Graveyard Women. I grow up calling her Miss Morley, if I dared call her anything different she hit me.
The house we lived in was placed by the graveyard in old San Francisco. It was a one floor house with a small kitchen, a bathroom and two bedrooms. The house was always dark and decorated with jewels like gold or diamonds, Miss Morley said that they were gifts. When you stepped into the house the floor made a cracking sound and dust whirled in the air. In the house I heard whispers and could see people, transparent people flying, through walls and flying in my bedroom. Every time I closed my eyes the whispers grew higher and I could make out words. But the voices was in my head, and I was the only one who heard them.
Miss Morley became crazier overtime.
She would stare at the jewels and sit in the dark, whispering curses over me and my dad. I don't know who my dad is, apparently he left us when Miss Morley became pregnant. Miss Morley hated me because of the curse I had. I haven't seen it as a curse, more like a gift. It was because of my gift Miss Morley died. My gift was the shadows. I could disappear in them, become invisible in the dark. But every gift comes with a curse. Look, I couldn't just disappear in the shadows or see ghost, I could make other people do this to. One day I told Miss Morley about my meetings with the ghost. She refused to believe me and smacked me. So I concentrated and brought the ghosts away from the dark, into the light that didn't exist. Her head snapped and her once beautiful hazel eyes turned blood red, then white. Then the shadows took her, and no mark of her was left.
Every gift comes with a curse. Every curse comes with a gift. And mine was that I saw things that didn't exist, but they did exist.