I have always been able to see other wordly being, the beings that doesn't cross over with the beings on our world. The being particularly knows as: ghosts, or spirits in other cases.
When did I start seeing them? I don't know, as far as my memory goes I have always been able to see and interact with them.
Maybe, that's why it didn't seem absurd enough when I moved into the new neighbourhood which was located right near a cemetry.
The house I moved into had a plate no. 100 and the one next to mine was 101 and it goes on.....
Needless to say, the neighbourhood was lovely anf everyone was welcoming but a certain resident of house no. 101 was particularly friendly.
His name was Kazaki and was about the same age as me, he worked as a freelance writer and was shut in most of the time.
Being the same age, it was not as awkward around him than the other neighbours I had. We would make small talks whenever we get the chance to.
The most weird thing about him was, he would zone out sometimes, seemingly thinking about something but when asked he would smile and brush it off.
It just happened one day, he found out about me being able to see spirits when he saw me talking to air randomly.
"wow! that's so cool." he said, excitedly, his eyes literally twinkling as he claps his hands.
"not as cool as it sound." I snarkily reply as he let out an aww~ before proceeding to quench his curiosity.
"soo.... is there any ghosts around me? are they gwaking at me? making weird faces?" He asks the most obvious question.
But, I don't give him any reply just stare at him blankly before heading inside my home.
Some days passes by and then I hear a loud police siren just next door, it seems like police has come to Kazakis house. I peek from the window and I see him frantically trying to talk it out with the police but they just ignore him and mumble something before breaking the door off.
By this time, I was already at my lawn, he dashed towards me as soon as he notices my presence.
"Please, tell them I have done nothing wrong."
"They won't listen to me at all."
I couldn't form any words at the momemt, he looked pale and was panting to stabalize his breath.
I go to his house and stare with the crowd.
He comes near me with almost tear-filled eyes, "please" he says but there was nothing I could do. I tried to calm him down but his eyes widen as he looks at what police officers were taking out.
He looks at me, but I look away and I mumble audibly "So, you were still here," as I look at the corpse the officers brought out of the house no. 101.
