Hello again. The story I'm about to tell you happened VERY recently, like in the past handful of weeks. And it's still been going on even up till yesterday. Haven't really seen that coughing ghost (see The Sick Man.) today, but he's been around since I was in like fourth grade. Anyway, here we go.
I yawned. The day had moved slowly for me. Sitting there, staring upon piles of homework, I nearly gagged. Vengeful thoughts raced my mind as I scribbled in answers and skimmed through pages. Enough! I thought. I was getting so tired of it that I had to stand up and stretch. My girlfriend Krystal entered my mind. Hmm. I'll call her and see what she's up to. I strolled out of my room and headed off to the right. Up the stairs I went, wishing someone could just come and collect my soul and take me from this hell.
When I got the top of the stairs, instantly I could tell it was cloudy outside. The snow had fallen and fallen the past few weeks, non stop. A friend of mine had wanted to go snow boarding the next time it snowed hard. But when the time came, he simply said, "Nah, it snowed too much", or something. I sneered at the thought as I picked up the phone and dialed Krystal's number. No more than two seconds after finishing I heard a raspy coughing downstairs. Not again.... Go away, for crying' out loud!
"Hello?" Krystal said. "Yo, how you doing'." I replied. We began talking, until the coughing sound returned. What do you want from me?! Who are you?! One thing I always wondered was if this could be the ghost of my grandpa. I'd never met him, and his heavy smoking was what killed him. After finishing my conversation with Krystal I slammed the phone down as "Ghuuuuuuuuuughu ghuuuuughaaaa..." emanated from downstairs. I sighed angrily. "Do you need some cough syrup or something?!" I of course got no response.
I'd been encountering this ghost for years, and in all that time, I'd never once seen its face. I'd only had hallucinations and seen parts of it, like its legs or arms. From what I could tell, it was a man. Sort of skinny, average height, grayish white skin, a worn gray tank top, and green pants. But, no shoes. He also never seems to be transparent. It's like he's really there. He casts a shadow and everything. Typically I see him during periods of sleep paralysis, and sometimes I have dreams about him, where it's like... *more* than a dream. He's always just standing there staring at me (or at least I assume he is; again, I've never seen his face).
I angrily headed for the stairs and looked down. I didn't see any shadow moving away, as the light was cast at the stairs from around the corner. But I could hear shifting feet. Our basement is odd. The part you step into at the bottom of the stairs is finished, but to the right, there's this big unfinished part that's always dark, and full of boxes and bags ever since we moved. Sometimes I could sense the coughing ghost.... Let's call him Jerry. I could sense Jerry in there sometimes, staring out at me blankly. What the heck does he want from me?! Who is he?! These questions circle my head every time I feel him nearby.
One night, in fact, I awoke very late and saw my bedroom door closing. It was dark in the hall, too, and I could just barely make out a pale arm gripping the handle. My mom wouldn't have even been up yet, as it was 3:41 AM. But anyway, back to the point. In my room, I decided, "Ahh, [heck] with this." So I headed back up stairs. I was almost to the top, when I turned and looked back down. "Ghuuuuha ghuuuuhaaaaa...." I was really steamed. "Shut up!" I yelled. There were fifteen steps. I was almost at the top, with two more steps to go. I looked down the stairs again, and suddenly.... There was only one step behind me. I looked up again, and there was the full fourteen more ahead. Ok, you wanna fight, Jerry?! I turned and rushed toward the dark area. "Come out here and show yourself, I'm tired of this!"
No reply. I turned, and noticed a shadow heading up the stairs s-l-o-w-l-y. I snickered and hurried to the foot of the stairs. Jerry really sped up and got up to the top before I could see him. I could hear him walking across the kitchen floor! I'd never really heard his footsteps before, except when his feet are shifting and walking away from me, but today was special. I must have really pissed him off somehow. Did I breathe wrong?! Suddenly the phone rang again, and I couldn't sense Jerry anymore. Then again, I don't really know how accurate my "senses" are about these things, but it's a feeling that I'm not alone.
The phone kept ringing, so I rushed up to answer it. I looked at the i.d. The screen didn't display anything like... 555-555-5555, but instead it displayed 9. Nothing but the number 9. Unknown Caller, and then the number 9. I didn't even answer it. But again, the i.d. did not keep track of the call, so I have no proof of any of these things. That's what bothers me. It's always when I'm alone that Jerry visits our house. He always has some weird hallucination to cause me. Once, I looked in the mirror and something was weird about my reflection. My eyes.... they looked bloodshot. I always get plenty of sleep, so what's up with that? Also when I lifted my arm that same time, it took my reflection about half a second to do the same thing. I just wish somebody could tell me what they think Jerry wants. I'm tired of him, he annoys me (doesn't scare me anymore though), and I just wish he'd leave me alone.
"The world is yours, the world is yours, who's world is this? The world is yours." - Nasir 'Nas' Jones