Like Ghosts In The Snow

I was in this deep, mesmerizing sleep when all of a sudden I was awakened by the most annoying squealing sound. It sort of resembled the way a pot of tea would sound when it was finishing brewing. And let me tell you, it is extremely bothersome.

I opened my eyes, just a tad to see the outline of somebody right in front of me. That was enough to freak me the fuck out. I opened my eyes fully then, as I jumped completely off of the bed and onto the floor. I looked around dazed in the complete darkness until I thought that maybe if the light were on all of this would get better. So, I ignored the nagging voice in the back of my mind and stood up, as slowly as I could to try and not put even more attention on myself.

Once the light flickered on, I could then see a whole lot better. And there, standing not even a foot away from me was Frank. He smiled at me, as he giggled. He looked completely proud of himself as he smiled at me with that shit-eating grin of his. I could not help but sigh in relief once I found out that it was only him. And as I got up and off of the floor, he just burst out in this uncontrollable giggle that I had began to get accustomed to.

It had been almost a week since Frank had actually been showing himself. But it hadn’t mattered how much or how often that I would see him just casually walking around, it was still like he was invisible. That was the closest that I had even been to him in a long time, if not ever. He would hardly say a word. The only thing that came close were the little noises that he frequently made. It was like the squealing noise that he made to wake me up, or animal noises. Sometimes he would do little groans and moans and little “Ooooooh’s” like the ghosts in all of the movies did.

A few times I even caught him following Mikey around, just saying “BOO!” every five seconds. Mikey always looked and never saw him, which I suppose, was a good thing. But I would also like to know if I was actually sane and not just seeing things. But I guess its Frank choice on what he does, i am not his mother.

“What’s your name again? Gerard or something right?” I was knocked out of my thoughts as Frank’s small kind of child like voice spoke out. I snapped my head up to him, and he was sitting there on my mattress spinning his hair in between the tips of his thumb and index finger. I slowly nodded at him, extremely confused.

“That’s what I thought. I hear that grumpy old guy yelling that name all the time. Figured it was you. Guess what?” Frank ran his sentences together when he spoke to me. It was hard to try and decipher what he was saying half of the time.

“Uh- What?” I asked him; still confused as I was from the moment he actually started to really talk to me. I was shocked, and at this point I could hardly say an actual full sentence.

“I saw you jack off one time,” he began. I could tell that he was trying to hold in a giggle. My whole face went hot. “You orgasm funny…” and with that, he burst out in the laughter that he was trying “so hard” to hold in.

I stood there and starred at him as the laughter shook his small frame. At the moment I just wanted to jump down out of the attic and hide forever. I wanted to move out of this house and never come back. But I realized that I was probably being extremely over reactive about the whole situation. And as he kept laughing, the laughter practically taking over his body, my embarrassment just got even worse.

“You haven’t really spoken to me… in how long? The first words that really come out of your mouth are… that?” I asked him, completely dazed. His giggling stopped and he looked at me, a serious expression on his face.

“I shall now call you Geegasm.” He almost yelled, excitedly. But the weirdest part was that his serious expression had still not left his face. And even though I knew this kid was a ghost, it still made me feel 100% humiliated.

I had no words to say, for he had shocked me out of words. If I did speak I highly doubt he would even be able to understand it. And I was more than mortified to even try to talk. And I couldn’t help but wonder what else that he had seen.

“Your fine Geegasm, don’t worry about it I will not tell a living soul! But my dead buddies, well they already know. But don’t you fret! They can’t tell anybody anyway… I mean any body living anyway. See now I am just rambling on and on. I also apologize for not really talking to you. Yep I like freaking people out sometimes. But you’re cool that I know of so ill talk to you. Here I go again! Just rambling on and-“ I stopped him with a wave of my hand before he could say any more.

“It’s okay… wait dead friends? You actually have friends?” I questioned him, trying to think of him as alive and not the dead person that is living in my house. Then again he isn’t mean or anything, well that I know of so far. I decided to just make the best of it.

“Yes I have friends. Does it seem like I wouldn’t? You know you can be rude sometimes! That was really rude Geegasm. Do I need to teach you manors?” he scolded me in the most non-threatening tone. I said my apologies to him, and all he did was smile.

It was quite then for a few moments. I didn’t know what to say at all to fill in the large gap of quietness. It was kind of bizarre to be honest. But if you were standing here starring at a dead person I am pretty sure you would be feeling pretty strange yourself. And speaking of strange, this boy was extremely extraordinary and I don’t mean that in a bad way. He is outgoing, and it’s to an extreme.

Frank cleared his throat and tapped his fingers to his right knee, rocking his head on his shoulders from side to side. He looked like he was five years old and I couldn’t help but let out the smallest of giggles. Frank looked at me and opened his mouth, like he was about to say some type of sly remark but shrugged it off.

“I hardly know you yah know.” He told me, completely off topic. He looked as if he was now being all seriousness, all joking aside. “You should tell me more about yourself.” He told me, crossing his legs and trying to get comfortable.

I looked at him for a minute, trying to decide if I should even tell him anything. When before I could even open my mouth I heard my father yelling from the bottom of my attic staircase.

“What the fuck!? Listen to me when I call you, you faggot! Get your ass down here and clean up this fucking mess it’s a wreck in here!” he screamed at me from the top of his lungs, his voice just booming off of my attic walls. Frank looked over at me and frowned. The first time I had ever seen him really unhappy other than our first encounter in the library. But at that time I had not seen him.

“Mean old grumpy man… Good Luck Geegasm.” He said to me, sounding somewhat sincere up until he called me Geegasm yet again. I just sighed and let the name roll off of my shoulder before I began my way down the stairs.

Frank whispered a later and waved at me frantically as I was half way down the stairs. I conjured up the best smile that I could and waved back before I made my way down to my personal hell. Going off to another day as my Devils slave.

As I walked downstairs to greet the fiery gates of hell, I could not help but think about Frank yet again. It seemed that every time I saw him he just opened up to me more and more. I wanted to learn so much more about him and I wanted to know soon. I had so many questions and I couldn’t help but think them over and over again in my head as I walked down what felt like the longest hallway that I ever walked down.

I was halfway through the hall and to the kitchen when I heard the library door upstairs slam quickly. I knew that it was Frank because no one else in my family was a bookworm at all. They wouldn’t read a book to save their life. That just added another question to my ever-long list. What was with him and that library?

At this point I was becoming extremely desperate to find out even more about Frank. The thought scared me just in the slightest. I had my own problems, why would I spend almost all of my time to find out his? For the past weeks that was the only thing that really ever went through my mind. That was when I realized something. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. All of the mysteries and questions that was wrapped up with him, made me want to find out every little thing about him. I could hardly eat, and I could hardly sleep. I was obsessed with this dead boy.