Of course, I of all people decided not to listen to my parents. Yes, not a lot of kids listen to their parents, I can't remember when I didn't listen to them, but, this was defiantly one of the times. If I just stayed home and obeyed my parents, I wouldn't be in this mess. Where was I? Oh that is simple; I'm in a warehouse in the middle of no where. I also happen to be hanging upside down in chains that were wrapped around my waist. My name? Even easier; Riley Chrystine Young and I have a little secret. I can see ghosts and it gets me in a lot of tough, sticky, situations. I know a sixteen year old girl that can see ghosts, strange right? Well not for me. I've been doing this for several years now. Not only that, but, I come from a long line of Mediators. Yes, Mediators is what they call us. There are more people like me and my mother happens to be one of them. She told me something like this was going to happen.
I was a girl who couldn't keep her nose out of trouble. Well, what can I do if some ghost comes over to me ad starts yelling at me to go and help it? It really isn't something I can ignore. My mother can even hear them and she knows they keep me up at night. Well, a pain in the butt ghost decided to wake me up and have me come out to the middle of no where so I can supposedly kick this ghosts butt to where ever they are supposed to go. But no, I forgot everything I should have had with me and whined up hanging upside down with the blood rushing to my head,
This ghost, Ethan, said that he wanted the people that killed him dead. Well, it doesn't work like that. The people that "killed" him actually told him to go do this. My father warned me that it was a trap and I didn't believe him. I never did and I still won't. See, if I could some how wiggle my way down and out, I could flip and land in a perfect dismount. They had me pretty tight but, hey, a girl can't go any where with out her lipstick.
I wiggled my hand around and found my lipstick in my back pocket. I popped off the cap, rolled it up a bit, and hit the button. With in seconds I was falling toward the ground. I quickly calculated how far the drop was and I got about fifteen feet. I did several back flips and land perfectly in my three 'n' a half inch heels. It was awfully quiet for a group of boys that could cause so much noise.
"Come out; come out, where ever you are." I said with a smirk in my voice. The next thing I know, I have five ghosts coming at me from every direction I can imagine. Of course, the only thing I heard was the roar they were causing so there was no way I could hear my phone ringing.
My phone is ringing?! Who the heck is calling me at this hour? I ducked down and grabbed my phone. Of course, it was my mother. She was probably checking in on me to make sure I was still at Emily's house. I never planned on going there in the first place.
"Mom? Why are you calling me?" I asked kicking one of the ghosts in the chest. Even though he's dead, it still knocked the breath out of him.
"I wanted to see how everything was going? What is all that noise?" She had that motherly voice she only used around my friends.
"Everything is fine mom. It's the T.V. in Emily's brother's room." I said punching the jaw of a ghost who probably was named Brad and either did wrestling and played football.
"Well do you think you can tell him to turn it down? I need to talk to you." She said. I could hear my father in the back round telling her something.
"I really can't do anything about it. What do you want to talk about?" This was getting a bit weird that she just happened to cal me while I was at my "friends" house.
"I noticed you didn't bring your gear with you."
"Well, yeah mom, I am at Emily's" I punched the third ghost in the gut and cut up to his jaw.
"Really? Then why are you in a warehouse in the middle of no where fighting five ghosts with out any help?" I stopped mid punch and looked out. There stood my mother, my father, and my gear.
I. Was. Dead.