by Trisha Quick

Created on: April 19, 2008

The Spirit Walker

As a child, I could do many thing. I used to sit in my room and talk with my imaginary friend. I thought he was real until my parents told me that they couldn't see him. I avoided other children my age and only played with my invisible friend. When I got older, my friend stayed with me and I found out that I could see and hear others just like him.

Realizing that I was different from other people, I looked up my talents on the web and found out that I had psychic abilities. I could actually see and hear spirits. The most horrible day of my life came when my parents passed away. When the call came, I had just gotten home and rushed back out to go to the hospital. My parents were already gone from their bodies.
On the day of their funerals, I bowed my head in prayer as the caskets were lowered into the ground. Looking up, I saw a beautiful shimmering gate and watched in fascination as my parents' spirits walked through the gate, smiling and holding hands. As soon as they went through, the image disappeared and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that they were both on the other side, happy and not in pain like they were when they were alive.
Heading back to my car, I tried hard to ignore the spirits who were walking around the cemetery, lost and thinking that they were still alive. I drove home in a daze, wishing that things were different. I wished that I was like all of the other people, the ones who were normal. Entering the dark entry way, I reached out and flicked on a desk lamp as I took off my jacket, shirt, and shoes and socks.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my invisible friend point to the answering machine. I hit the message button and sat down in a chair as I listened to the caller. "Thomas, it's Ashlyn. If you get this before 10 pm, please call me back at mom and pop's all right? Love you, brother," she said. I shook my head and grabbed my cordless, dialing her number from memory.
"Hey sis. It's Thomas. I figured I would be a good big brother and call you back. How are things going?" I said, rocking slightly in my chair as my invisible friend hovered near me. "Hey big brother. I am sorry I wasn't there at the funeral today. The lawyer wanted me to meet him at mom and pop's. Can you forgive me, Thomas? I really did try to make it in time," Ashlyn said to me. "I forgive you, Ashlyn. Don't worry about it. It's the thought that counts," I replied.
Ashlyn and I chatted on the phone for almost an hour before we hung up for

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