"Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known"

"Dante!"  My sister yelled up the stairs.

I groaned.  She did this every morning to me and it's gotten annoying after awhile.

"Dante!"  She yelled again.

I put the pillow over my head and pushed it down on my ears so I didn't hear her.

"DANTE!" She screamed so loudly that I couldn't escape it.

"WHAT?!"  I hollered back.

"Come down here!"  She replied.

I groaned again and kicked off the sheets.  I grabbed a pair of pants and pulled them over my boxers.  This had better been good or I might have to accidentally hurt her.  I walked lazily down the stairs and found my way to the kitchen.  She was there holding an ice cream container.

"Guess what?"  She grinned.

"What?"  I said with no enthusiasm.

"I got confetti ice cream!"

"Hold on, let me get this straight.  You woke me up to tell me you got confetti ice cream?"

"Yeah, I had to tell someone."

"Sally, I'm going to kill you."  I told her as I started to gain some power.

"Mom!  Dante's going to use his powers on me!"  She cried out.

"Dante, if you lay a finger on your sister you're grounded!"

"I wouldn't be laying a finger on her."

"You know what she means, boy.  Don't do anything stupid."

"Fine."  I surrendered.  "Couldn't you have at least told them instead of waking me up?"

"No, I wanted to torture you."

"Sally . . ."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

"Uh huh.  Save it, sis."  I told her and walked back upstairs into my warm bed.  I didn't even bother to take off my pants because I figured I wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon.  I also had a feeling I was going to get a call in about 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . Ring.  Yep, I was right.

"Hey, Carl."  I greeted as I picked up the phone.

"Hey, what are you doing tonight?"

"Sitting around doing nothing, why?"

"I'm having a party at my house and I was wondering if you wanted to come."

"Sure, what time?"

"You can come around five.  Sound good?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

"Alright, see you then."  He replied and hung up.

He never was big on saying goodbye.  He just hung up once he was done talking.  Nice huh?

I put the phone back down on its charger and laid down on my back, putting my arms underneath of my head as I closed my eyes.

You shouldn't go to the party.

My eyes flung open and looked around the room.  A girl with red hair was sitting on my desk.  She had to be no more than 13.

"What do you want?"  I asked.

Don't go to the party.

"Look I don't know who you are, but I'm not going to listen to a ghost like you."

But you should.

"Why should I?"

Because I know more than you do.

"Like what?"

Like what's going to happen tonight.

"And that would be?"

They'll be there.


Not telling.

"Why don't you leave then?"


The young girl faded away until she was no longer visible.  I hated ghosts, seriously.  They always came at a bad time or wouldn't leave you alone.  When you tried to have a conversation with them they would never tell you what you wanted to know.  It was useless.  But I wasn't going to listen to a ghost.  Every time I listened to one in the past, things were actually worse than they originally would've been.  I was also curious who "they" were.  I guess I was just going to have to find out myself.