I haven't posted any stories yet and this is my first one. Here it is...Trip. (About the title, it absolutely has no connection to the story what-so-ever. I was just listening to the song at the time and I can't think of a good name for it.)
Summary: Jesse de Silva moves to Carmel, California to find himself living in a refurbished nineteenth century boarding house haunted by, none other than, Susannah Simon who was killed one hundred years earlier. Soon they both fall for eachother but there's one thing in the way, another ghost who was killed the same time Suze was, Paul Slater. Are they really meant to be? Or are the dead not supose to mingle with the human world. They find out as a murder story unravels.
Suze's POV
God, what does a girl have to do to get some privacy around here? Not that anyone knows I'm around, or anything. This is my room and now, one hundred years later, I have to share it. Why is being dead such a drag?
Two people walked up the stairs and into the room. They were speaking a language that I clearly do not understand. I think it was Spanish.
I was just sitting on the window seat staring out as the ocean rolled in onto the golden sands of the beach. Then I felt someone's gaze on me. I turned to see the guy was staring right at me. I didn't really notice his appearance until then. He was one guy that was easy on the eyes.
"What?" I asked swinging my legs so they hung off the sides of the window seat. "Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to stare or haven't you ever seen a ghost before? I'm not a mirage, you know."
"Oh, sorry." He said. "I should've realized there would be someone here after this building being so old. And yes, I have seen many ghosts before."
"So, you can talk to the dead too, huh?" I hopped off the window sill and stood up. "Mediator?"
"How," he wanted to know, "did you know that?"
"What? You didn't think there was mediator's around when I was alive? Well you're wrong, there was, and I'm one of them." I looked around. "The name's Susannah Simon," I told him, "what about you?"
"Jesse de Silva." He said. "So I'm guessing you've been around for awhile."
"One-hundred-and-seven years. Well, if you add my age, one-hundred-and-twenty-three. I'm sixteen." He looked around my age. Sixteen, not one-hundred-and-twenty-three.
"Eighteen hundreds." Then he gave me a once over. "You don't look like a-"
"Nineteenth century lady? No, because I was on the run. Trying to get out of this place before he found me and murdered me. Well, I was to late, wasn't I?"
"So how'd you-"
"Bullet through the heart." I quickly said, cutting him off. "When I mean through I mean through. It went right to the other side. Pierced me." I walked across his room and stepped up onto his bed pointing at a small hole in the wall.
"Do you see that?" I asked him. "That's the hole the bullet went through there and now it's stuck in a block of wood in the attic under the floor boards. But no one knows that." I said with a smirk. "Only me," I stepped off his bed, "and now you. Keep it to yourself."
Jesse's POV
"And now you. Keep it to youself." She said to me as a little smirk played on her lips. She was the most beautiful ghost, and girl, I have ever seen. Those eyes went right through me. It was like she could read my every expression.
"So, what school are you going to?" She asked me pacing around my room.
"The Mission, I think they call it." I told her standing up. I kept my eyes on that bullet hole.
"Oh, with Father D." She said sitting back down on the window seat.
"You know the principal?" I asked, walking over to her as she looked out the window at the aqua coloured ocean rolling in onto the shore pushing the golden sand about.
Then she told me, "Oh yeah, he's a mediator too. He's been trying to find out why I'm still here, but I don't want to leave."
"Why not?" Her brown hair shimmered, and not just because she was a ghost either. The sunlight made her look angelic.
"Because," she sighed, "no one knows my story. Everyone thinks I just ran away. Which is half true, but no one knew I had been murdered and it wasn't even my fault I was murdered, either. He killed me and he didn't even know the real story."
"Than what's the real story?" I asked her as she pushed back some of her hair behind her ear.
"You actually want to know?" She looked surprised and I nodded. "Ok, then. Here it goes..."
Suze's POV
He actually wanted to listen to me. I mean my side of the story! No one has been around to hear it. Father Dominic dosen't even know about it and here this guy Jesse is, whom I've only met like five minutes ago, is and wants to listen.
"Ok, then. Here it goes...It was eighteen-ninty-nine. My mother insisted of me getting married to this total...pig! I mean, er, the guy got right under my skin. His name was Tay Loure and he was three years older than me. Nineteen."
I shifted my gaze from the ocean to Jesse. "He wanted to marry me but I didn't want to marry him. I wasn't going to run away, I was thinking about it but I had no where to go."
"Then why did you?" He wanted to know, sitting next to me on the window seat. His warm brown eyes just melted into mine. I just met this guy and I'm already thinking about him. He seems nice, though.
"Because I had this friend, Paul, and he felt the same way Tay felt about me but my parents had arranged me with Tay. I didn't like Paul either. I tried to tell him about a million times but that didn't stop him, not one bit. At one point it was trying to kiss me and Tay just happened to see it and went frantic! He got the totally wrong impression, said I was cheating, and I ran away. I had to change the way I looked so until I left he wouldn't reconize me. I was in this very room, packing to leave. I had my hair pulled up under a cap."
"You dressed like a man to get away." He said looking me straight in the eye.
I nodded and said, "Correct. I did, but he was already in my room. When I turned around, he was there and he shot me. He didn't even stop for an explanation, just shot me then and there."
"How'd he ever get away with it?" Jesse wanted to know.
"No one ever found my body, or what's left of it, anyway." I told him. "Then he shot Paul. Right in front of me, well, right in front of my spirit because he didn't know I was there. Hid his body too but everyone thought Paul had run away with me. Like we were some runaway couple that rebelled agaisnt their parents to get married. Yeah, right. I didn't like Paul and I still don't."
"Is he still around?"
"Yes. He was a mediator, too. But he wasn't the one that helped people. Evil that guy was and still is." I shuddered.
"Well, Suze, I see you've found a friend." I heard that voice. The voice that sent cold rushes down the base of my spine and back up again. It didn't take an idiot to tell who it was.
"Leave. Me. Alone."
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