Like Ghosts In The Snow

It has been a week since I attempted to talk to the ghost, which now I know to be named Frank Iero. I never attempted to talk to him through the board, because I now realized that it is extremely risky. Mikey, has been ignoring me as often as he could. He thinks that I am messed up even more now.

Right now, all I am doing is sitting here in my attic bedroom, working on fixing my fathers camera that the ghost had busted into pieces. I have been working on fixing this thing up for days now and it still isn’t close to being fixed. My father has yet to go around looking for it, so I have some time there.

This week I have felt more alone than I ever have before. I mean I know that my family isn’t the best one in the world, and we have our problems, but I miss my mother and Mikey. I am used to my father ignoring me and treating me like shit, but not them. At least with them they used to talk to me like a real person, not like I was just some object that they could boss around and only acknowledge my existence when they needed something. I really miss being close to them like that.

“Fuck this Shit.” I complained as I looked down at my father’s busted camera. “I can’t do this shit.”

I huffed and threw the tiny screwdriver down on my mattress and flung myself back on it in defeat. I would not be able to fix this. It was too hard for me. If someone would go up to me and ask how superman and the Joker became rivals then I could easily tell you. But I was not good with all of these technological things.

I just laid there for a moment and thought. I thought about my family, my old friends, my old home. I thought about how I wish that I could go back there, back to my home, back to my previous life. Even though back then I thought that my life sucked, I would take it back in a heartbeat. My new life now, I felt so alone. Like nobody cares about me now and I would give just about anything to be loved again.

I guess that I am not being completely honest with myself. There is at least one good thing about this place. And that is the thing that lives inside of it. That little ghost kid Frank Iero. Even though I don’t really know anything about him, or even the fact that he is dead I cant help but be strangely curious about him. I guess that I am becoming a little obsessive about figuring out what happened to him, and trying to find things out about him.

Most nights I find my self laying here and just thinking about him. The first time I heard his frightened voice in the library, to when he showed up in my bedroom. How his deep hazel eyes shined in throughout the darkness, his body composure, short and sickly looking, but altogether, he looked so mysterious. By just one glance of him he reeled me in. and now, I was addicted to finding out his story.

I shut my eyes and rubbed my temples as I felt a massive head ache surge throughout my skull. I groaned and rolled over to sit up and put the camera remains away in my desk drawer, safe from my father’s eyes in case he decided to come up here. But as I sat up and opened my eyes, I felt this cold rush of air breath at my limbs. And all of a sudden, I no longer felt alone.

I looked around the room, for anything that looked out of the ordinary or suspicious. Then, when I looked down, I noticed something. The camera was gone, Along with the cold presence of somebody near me. That was when I completely flipped out.

“What the fuck?” I said aloud as I stood up and almost completely ran over to my desk where I usually kept the remains of the camera. I flew open the drawer and to my immense surprise, the camera was gone.

I brought my hands up to my hair and tugged, nervousness getting the best of me. I gnawed on my bottom lip and let my eyes scan around the room, looking for any evidence on where the camera could have gone.

Just then, there was a small, quiet knock at my door. My head quickly snapped up at the sound and I ran over to the little door and threw it open. And standing there, looking scared as hell and vulnerable, was Mikey. He looked up at me, an unreadable expression on his face. His lips were set in a dead line, and his eyes were looking off in other places, never landing on me.

“Dad says that we are going out to eat tonight. He said we will be back soon and to not mess with anything of his things or there will be consequences.” Mikey told me, before walking off without another word. I sighed as I watched him walk away. I messed up, and big time.

I sighed and for a second there, I almost completely forgot about the camera ordeal. I walked down stairs, the same way that Mikey walked just a moment before. As soon as I got down stairs, the front door was being slammed. I sighed and walked off into the kitchen, attempting to just pretend that they didn’t just walk out and leave me home alone here. Again.

I went over to the fridge and grabbed out an apple that was just lying there on the top. I walked over to the sink and washed it off, before I ate it. I took the first bite, and the entire flavor just burst into my mouth. I walked over into the living room and sat down on one of the old raggedy couches.

I sat there for a moment, and tried to relax. Even though that they did leave me here alone again, I was also somewhat happy about that. I wasn’t on edge and I didn’t need to be quiet. But the best thing was that I could actually come out of the attic.

Just as I was starting to get comfortable, I began to hear something. I heard a loud slam come from down the hall. I turned my head and looked over into the general direction that the noise came from. I didn’t see anything, but then I heard the noise again, but this time only louder.

I knew that no one else in the family was home; I heard them leave my self. So that means that the only rational thing that this could be was the ghost. I couldn’t help but get just a little bit excited. I got up and walked over into the direction that I heard all of the loud slams.

I walked down into the darkened hallway, as I walked, the noises got closer and closer. I felt the air drop in temperature as I went further down the hallway. That was when I came to a door. The library door. I gulped as I stared forward at it, the encounter that I last had in the room flashed before my eyes. I was slightly frightened, but I felt determined.

I held my breath and slowly opened the library door. I was almost immediately greeted with the same cold air that I had just witnessed up in my bedroom. I walked a little farther into the room, my stomach tying into a not in the process. I felt as if I was going to pass out from my nerves. I am completely and utterly freaked out of this place.

I closed my eyes and placed my hand on the wall, trailing it up and around the wall, searching for the light switch. I more than anything just wanted to get out of that room, get back into the safety of my attic. But, curiosity got the best of me, and here I am, standing in the same room that petrified me the first time I was ever in it. That was when I found the light switch.

I opened up my eyes as the light filled up the room. The smell of old books filled my nose, along with some other scent that I just couldn’t decipher. I looked around the room, my eyes trailing over all of the books that were packed tightly into the book shelves, that small couch that sat in the middle, everything looked normal, nothing was out of place. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something.

There, sitting on the small circular table, was the camera, fixed and unscathed. It looked almost brand new, like it was never even broken in the first place. I walked carefully over to the table and cautiously picked up the renewed camera. I examined it for a moment, with a confused expression. How did this get in here and how is it fixed? I was completely and utterly confused. I just stood there, and looked at the camera, dumbfounded.

“I- I helped.” I heard a voice whisper behind me. I screamed this blood-curdling scream and jumped around, facing the way in which the voice had came from, the camera dropping from my grasp.

I felt this cool rush of air rush around my legs, and I looked down only to see the camera floating in mid air. I let loose and scream again and jumped as far away as I could, to the point where my back hit the nearest wall. I looked over at the camera with wide eyes as it just floated there, like it was taunting me.

My breathing was erratic; my heart was beating loud in my chest. I was scared to no end. But no matter how hard I tried; I just could not turn away. My eyes were focused on that camera as it floated, floated across the room until it landed on the table with a small thump.

“I- s-sorry, I was j-just trying to h-help. I didn’t m-mean to s-startle you.” The voice said nervously. I looked around the room, looking around for the invisible person. I didn’t know what to say back, and by this point I had calmed down considerably. I shook away the last of my unnerving thoughts and opened my mouth to answer.
“Uh, I can’t see you. Where are you at?” I asked the spirit, which I highly believed to be Frank.

Right then, was when I saw something. In front of the table where the camera lay, came this sort of fog looking thing, but it was in the shape of a human. I couldn’t see any detail and it was just as if I was looking through some type of mirage. It was a ghost, and now I was positive of it.

“Can you see me now?” the ghost asked, and its voice sounded so familiar. This had to be Frank. I nodded my head at him, and in return I got this small little giggle.

“Y-yeah I can.” I whispered to him brokenly. He giggled once more, before I noticed him starting to come over closer to me, and as he kept coming closer and closer, I saw more and more of him. Things were getting more and more descriptive as he came nearer and nearer. I couldn’t help but feel a slight colder as he now was standing practically in front of me.

I looked at him confused, until he smiled this crooked smile at me, his thin lips turning up into this half smile. He looked at me for just one moment longer, before he muttered something that I couldn’t understand.

I was about to ask him what he had said, but he held a finger up to his mouth, immediately silencing me. I watched him confused for a moment, and before I knew it he came running towards me full blast. The last thing I remember is closing my eyes as his body came into full contact with mine, sending me down onto the floor. Everything immediately went black.