Sanae's Blog Post

                                                       The Spirits Among Us 

      Sanae Young

           All homes are not as they appear. The air was crisp and thick like freshly made fudge. As we rode through our new neighborhood in Boston Massachusetts, with wide eyes and open minds the house came into view. Approaching the house, I soon realized that there will be lots of new memories made in the years to come. And then I saw it!

        I practically leapt out of the car and bolted to my brand-new front door and through my back door to my new yard. I stopped dead in my tracks, the air went from crisp and cool to foggy, thick and sad. I could almost hear the trees gasping for water. Gazing around the yard, my eye falls on a broken down, ragged pink and white child’s bike. I turn to ask my parents about the bike, it is obvious that they are on the phone and unpacking with no thought to where I am, or what I am doing. Once again, they don’t see me as if I am a ghost in their lives.

      As my head lifted, there was a rickety, thorny brownish wood fence at the back of the yard. I was drawn toward the fence, and as I drew my hand along the top of it splinters slipped into the palm of my hand feeling like my hand was paralyzed. When the fog cleared suddenly there was an old bald man wearing a ripped green flannel shirt and torn maroon pants with a dirty face walking toward me. He moans and whispers his concern through a plethora of questions about where Jamie has gone. I explained that there is no Jamie living here, my name is Katherine.

       The old man cried out, “ the house has bad spirits you need to leave the home immediately”. I relayed to the gray man that there are no bad spirits in this house as I became apprehensive of what the man was going to do or say next. Suddenly, the old bald broken human that was once standing in front of me was floating in the air completely iridescent. I could not believe my eyes, I was in utter disbelief.      

       Then I awoke from my slumber out of breath jumping out of my covers. Just as my eyes focused I realized that I was in the comfort of my bed. I slowly stepped out of my bed and looked around my room. Everything looks normal but I decide to walk down stairs just to make sure. While I walk down the freshly painted steps I see my mom packing boxes. Baffled, I quickly gazed over the downstairs of my house waiting for an explanation. Abruptly I stop. All I see is the glimpse of a pink and white child’s bike. All homes are not as they appear.