Chapter 2 | Typical Girls

On a typical, Tuesday evening, two girls were watching television.  Not an unusual occurrences but just outside, near a seemingly innocuous tree, a semi-transparent ghost wonders the area.  Its transparent body almost invisible to passersby, yet no one was looking.  Most were too busy with aimless activities to bother about the unusual occurrence.

However, one person did.  One person was carefully watching the transparent figure from afar.  And it is this secretive person watching that will expose a secret that has been hidden for over five hundred years.

Back in the house, the two girls were still mindlessly watching television.  Both were in their early teens and both were mainly interested in cute guys.  Pretty typical girls.

Suddenly, for some strange reason, the power went out. Both of the girls let out a small scream, shocked about the occurrence.  Dark, and oddly cold, the room felt very ghastly.  As if a ghost had entered the house.

Their mother, commonly named Lisa, meanwhile, carefully walked into the basement to fiddle with the electric power switch. Nothing happened.

“Mom, turn the power back on! I’m missing my favorite show!” screamed Michelle, who could be described as white, bratty, and naïve.

“The power won’t turn on, Michelle,” replied Lisa, trying to remain calm and polite, “And would it be possible if you say ‘please’ once in a while?”

“Yeah, Michelle, you’re such a brat,” shouted Jennifer, who might as well be the brattiest of all.

“So are you,” replied Michelle, who was getting out of her chair, walking towards her sister.

“Ooh, good come back.  Where did you learn that one? From your stupid friend?” insulted Jennifer, smiling quite evilly.

“I doubt your friends even care about you,” retorted Michelle.

“Liar!”

“Bitch!”

“Girls,” Lisa shouted, walking towards both of the girls, “Can’t you both get along?”

“No,” said the girls in unison.

“Yes you can. You can at least try. I hate to see our family split up,” said Lisa.

“Then why did you file for divorce with dad?” asked Michelle, rather arrogantly.

There was a long, silent pause, until Lisa replied, “He doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that we’ve got each other, and I’m not going to let your arguments tear our family apart.”

Lisa left the room, leaving Michelle and Jennifer alone.

Just the mere memory of a divorce could put any person on edge, enough to drive insanity.  But this particular divorce drove separation between both Jennifer and Michelle.  A separation that’s so ghastly that it’s hard to put back together.

After a few minutes of silence, the two sisters headed toward their separate bedrooms.  Both of them deathly silent.

Michelle, after a couple minutes in her room, fancied a stroll to her friend’s house, away from the insanity in this house and especially away from her good-for-nothing sister, Jennifer.

Nearly out the door, Lisa shouted, “Michelle!”

“What?” retorted Michelle, angrily.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

Before Lisa could ask where Michelle was going, she was out the door.

Being a teenager, Michelle was prone to disobeying her mother.  She almost always felt the need to lie, almost to torture her.

Once Michelle was outside, she set off toward her friend’s house.  After arriving at the house and talking for a couple hours with her friend (mostly rude jokes about Jennifer), Michelle began her journey back home. However, as she walked closer to the house, she thought she saw a man in the backyard.

The figure, apparently, was floating aimlessly around, not a care in the world.  Of course, Michelle had to check it out.  As she got closer to the spot where the mysterious figure had been, it was gone. Vanished completely.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” whispered Michelle, starting to feel cold and uneasy, even during the hot, summer night.

No one answered.

However, Michelle noticed a pile of papers near the giant oak tree in the yard.  She walked over and glanced at one of the pages. It began:

Below is an account of the mysterious death of a pirate. Read it and then come to me for questions. I need some help.

Mrs. Rossi

2707 Maple Ave.

Michelle, now feverishly curious, looked back down at the rest of the papers.  She quickly picked up all of the papers, found the start of the story, and began to read.