Ghoul School

So I recently recieved a request to talk about how long I have been dead, and how I learned to do the ghostly things that I can do. So this blog is going to be about that.

Well, I died in July, over the Fourth of July weekend in 2011. So it is going on one year of being dead. And I already mentioned that I drowned up at the lake my family used to go to. Do ghosts celebrate the day they die? Does it become like your birthday? "Oh, my Deathday is July 4th, 2011, just in case you were wondering. And if you want to give me a present, you can teach me how to touch things better." Do ghosts honestly say stuff like that? I wouldn't know, I've only been around a couple of other ghosts since I bit it. (More on the night I died later if you guys really want to know!)

Anyways, after I died, for the longest time I was stuck. The first few weeks, all I did was wander along the beach that I used to play on as a child. The same beach that I left that night, and never returned too. Alive, anyways... But after about a month of haunting the beachy area of Rose Lake, I spotted a familiar face.

When I was younger, I had a very dear friend of mine die at that very lake. It was similar to my death, only he had fallen off of his parent's speed boat and hadn't been wearing a life jacket and drowned (I had drowned when I was on a swim). He had been 14 at the time, but he had never been a strong swimmer, so he drowned before they could circle back and grab him. His name was Kayden. When I spotted my old friend, looking the exact same way I had seen him before he died, several years earlier, it was pretty obvious he was a ghost. Like me. But he had much more experience with the torments of being a ghost, so he was more than happy to teach me.

The first thing that I learned was how to travel. If you focus on a person or place enough, you can appear there. Which was how I got off the beach and back to the home I had been living in. It is also how I keep an eye on my family as well. That was the easy part... The hard parts, I am still learning, like solidifying myself so that I can touch things. Touching the living is possible, or so I've heard, but its incredibly difficult. So I'm still learning. Kayden is still around, but I don't get to see him much. He went off to see the world and learn more ghostly tricks from others that he meets. And although I could follow him, I would feel like I was intruding... Besides, he is a teenage boy still, and their company can become quite tiring after awhile.

So, I hope I have answered your questions, and if you have any more, please contact me! Ta Ta for now!

Things I Don't Miss About Being Alive

Lately I have been thinking about the things that I DON'T miss about being alive. And I found that there are a surprising amount of things that were so annoying when I was alive, that now that I'm dead, I honestly don't miss them. So here is my list of things that I don't miss about being alive:

• Being forced to go to AP Government classes (and most school stuff as well)
• My "time of the month"
• Getting sick
• Bad hair days
• Waiting in line (whether it is for a movie, concert tickets, or anything like that)
• Tying my shoes (Seriously, have you ever worn converse? You ALWAYS have to untie them!)
• Being hit on by creepy guys at the bar.
• Going to the DMV. (That needs no explaination... Its the most annoying thing ever.)
• Long flights
• Cleaning. But washing dishes especially
• Shaving my legs
• Grocery shopping.
• Hangovers
• Going to the doctor/hospital or dentist (I hate doctors... And hospitals scare me.)

That is all I have right now. Feel free to tell me what you wouldn't miss about being alive. I might just add them too my list! Keeping asking questions as well. Talk to you later!

A Wolfy Sort of Friend

At last! My enternal suffering has ended! I have found a friend! Her name is Eve, and she is a werewolf. She is a bit younger than me, but I don't care. All that matters is that she can see me, and talk back to me in an intelliegent manner. (All Maya can do is babble. She knows some words, just not enough to hold out a conversation)

We met yesterday, I had went to take a walk in the park, as I often do, when I spotted the girl. Unlike most people, she was looking AT me, not through me. So I approached her. When she told me in a snarky tone to 'Mind my own business' I immediately knew that she had to be a supernatural. And one with a bit of an attitude problem. But it doesn't matter, because she is stuck with me now. I'm not about to lose my opportunity for companionship.

She has a blog as well, so you all should go and read her stuff as well. Here is the link!
http://fullmoon-blogger.blogspot.com/

I already feel less alone in this isolating world. Maya continues to be fussy at night, so blogging is still difficult. But I promise more details on the werewolf girl named Eve soon. And she can tell you plenty about herself as well on her own blog. To everyone out there that is reading this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are keeping me tethered to this world. And some of you are even offering encouragement and advice. Keep it up! Ask me questions, and I will answer as soon as I can. Goodbye for now! <3

~An excited Ghost Girl~ 

A Family Vacation

I remember one year, we went on a family vacation to Chicago. We didn't have the money to fly, so it was a long drive with the four of us kids piled into the back of my mother's SUV. I was about 8 at the time. I remember that we went to the Shedd Aquarium. My brothers and I had so much fun sticking our faces up against the glass and watching all of the sea creatures going about their lives in the tanks.

That is kind of what it is like being a ghost. Except for the part where people can see you. Let me put it this way, it is like when you are looking for that animal that can camouflage themselves, so people look all around, they press their faces to the glass, they look with all their might, but still only a certain few people can see it. And all the while, the animal feels the stares. It can feel the people that are looking right at it, but not seeing it. That is how I feel. I'm here, but I'm separated by a wall of glass. Sometimes I swear my family looks right at me, yet they see nothing. And all the while, I feel the stares. And it is a constant reminder that I am dead, and they are not.

Hopefully, someday soon I will be able to find someone that can see me that isn't crazy. Someone that hasn't been a ghost for too long and lost their minds. Someone that isn't a blood hungry vampire, or a cruel werewolf. I just want a friend that isn't a toddler. Someday soon, I hope. I'll be sure to let you know if I have any luck! Ta Ta For Now!

~A Ghost Feeling A Small Bit of Hope~

Band of Brothers

I suppose it shouldn't be much of a surprise that I became a ghost. My name is translated to 'One Who Will Rise Again'. Irony, oh the irony... I'm sure my parents weren't counting on that when they named me. Speaking of my parents, I should probably tell you a little more about my backround.

I was born in Los Angeles in 1989. My parents were good to me, I didn't have one of those childhoods that left me scarred for life or anything. And I was the youngest of four. And as luck would have it, my three older siblings were all boys that lived to make my life miserable (when they weren't threatening any boy I brought home that is). My oldest brother was graced with a strange name, since my parents obviously weren't thinking clearly when they decided on the name Romulus (Rom, for short.) He was five years older than me, so he would be 27 or so now. And then there were the twins. Luckily in the three years between Rom and the twins, my parents had settled on some more normal names. Simon was six minutes older than Sebastian, and the pair of them were two years older than me.


I miss them all the time, even though they picked on me all the time when we were younger. It feels like there is an emptyness inside of me without ever being able to make contact with my family. Sometimes I pop in on them (literally I pop in on them, when I think about a person or place too much I end up there) and I just watch them. Romulus is off on his own, with a wife and a baby on the way. He is a lawyer, but he still finds time to take his wife off to dinner and rub her back when they are laying in bed. He is so different now than the boy I knew.


And the identical twins have separated for the first time in their lives (sure they had been apart for small things, but they had always ended up in the same room in the same house.) Sebastian moved to France, and is a successful owner of a French bistro. He is currently dating some girl, but it doesn't seem very serious. And Simon is working as a journalist, traveling around and rarely staying in one place for more than a week. Sometimes when I am visiting on of the twins, I can see how much they miss the other one. Its like they have been ripped in two, and are now forced to live with only half a body, and half a soul. I can relate... I feel like I am only half here. I'm somehow clinging to this world, yet I am not a part of it.


Well, more on that later. Maya has just started crying, most likely from another nightmare (this is becoming an almost nightly occurence here, which means its even harder for me to blog with the adults getting up to comfort her). Keep reading, please. Ask me questions, give me a reason to keep holding on to this world, because sometimes it feels like I'm hanging by a thread. And I'm off to delete the history so Grant doesn't see that his computer has been used for my blogging purposes. Bye guys!

~A Nostalgic Ghost~

The Corporal Family

So, I am pleased that in only about a days time we seem to have some people interested! Glad to know that my life (or death, rather) has generated some interest among the living. And the picture above is how I feel sometimes, with the family freaking out anytime a light bulb breaks (oops!). Anyways, a question was asked and I will take some time to talk about life with my corporal family. 


Life with the corporal family is... Interesting to say the least. I don't hate the people that have taken my home and turned it into their own personal space, but sometimes they do feel the wrath of what an upset ghost can do. Its not on purpose (most of the time) but accidental poltergeisting does happen. 


But besides the occasional exploding light bulb and the lights flickering, I am getting pretty good at controlling myself. The family that I live with is a family of three. Norah, the picture perfect lawyer, Grant, the stay at home dad who runs his own business from the comfort of his study (aka the room I use for my blogging, and trust me with a man that addicted to the computer its hard to find the time to type my blogs!). And these two have a toddler named Maya. Personally, the two year old with the perfect blonde curls and the bright green eyes is my favorite. Because, she is young enough to still be able to see ghosts, which means that she can see me. 


When I am not blogging, I spend a lot of time with little Maya. She makes me feel like I am not so alone in this world. Her parents assume that she just has an imaginary friend when she giggles at something I've said or cracks up at a funny face that I have made. Norah spends so much time away from her, I doubt she really notices. Maya has workaholic parents, so that is where I come in. Sure, I can't change her diaper (she is nearly potty trained which is a plus) or feed her, but I can keep her company. She is my one steady companion in Purgatory, and that is kind of pathetic considering she is a two year old. But, I dread the day when Maya can't see me anymore, because for most humans, this will happen. They lose their ability to see ghosts, and when that happens I will just become a fad from her childhood. Once again, I will stop existing. 


But until then, I will continue existing in the way I currently am; out of view of Norah and Grant, seen only by Maya. Sitting in on dinner, even though I can't eat, and secretly using Grant's computer when he finally gets off and goes to bed. What other chose do I have? I'm trapped, after all. Well, that is all for now! Keep leaving me questions, I love answering them! Until next time!

~A Ghost Feeling Less Alone~

Being a ghost sucks about 98.9% of the time. But, before we get into that, I should probably tell you a little about myself first...

Hi, my name is Nastasia Lewis and I died. I mean, obviously, since I already mentioned the fact that I am a ghost. Oh, so now you are all wondering how, right? I suppose that is a natural response... Well, I drowned. And let me tell you, its not the peaceful way to go like some people seem to think. It really was quite horrific, struggling for air yet never getting it... And then everything just went black, and then there was this. Not quite alive, but not in the 'Afterlife' either. Sometimes I wonder if there even is such a thing. This, for me, is Purgatory, I'm stuck in this state of being inbetween, never quite fitting anywhere...

I have been dead for over a year now, and I am finally getting the hang of this ghost thing enough that I can type (only when the family that is staying here in MY house is off the computer and sound asleep in their beds). But sometimes it is still difficult to get a handle on things. Literally. Sometimes my fingers just slid through the keyboard as if they were never there at all... And being a ghost means that you can't eat, sometimes you can 'sleep' but its not the same. Its more like your incorporal body just relaxes and your free to let your mind wander. Its not the same, but its still refreshing if you can do it. And the fact that almost no one can see you (besides other ghosts/vampires/werewolves ect ect and other humans that are just strangely gifted with seeing ghosts) really leaves you feeling lonely and depressed a lot of the time.

That, is why I have started this blog! So that you people get to know my story. You can meet me, ask me questions in the comments that you leave and I will reply. This is the only way I have a voice anymore, so this site is my way to tell the world what I still have to say. So leave comments! Lots of comments, I want to hear from you all. Ask me anything! Tell me what you want me to talk about and I will. I'm looking forward to hearing from you!

~A Lonely Ghost Girl~