Case 1: The case of Ben's sudden death
Jaden's P.O.V
I woke up sweating profusely. Someone or something was in my house.
Am I surprised? Not really. Am I scared? Hell yeah! You see I wasn't
surprised because I had these surprise visitors ever since I was a
kid. I was afraid because I was pretty sure the visitor was a dead
one. I am Jaden Brett and I see dead people. I inherited this ability from my mom,
and she was an accomplished exorcist as well. She
taught me what she knew and I was an exorcist as well and a pretty
good one if I may say so. I learnt from the best after all. Its
what killed her eventually but that story is for another time. I have
long since learnt that not every spirit needs to be exorcised. Most
of them have some unfinished business here on earth or need their
story to be told to the world. However there are some truly evil
ones and they need to be exorcised. But back to the matter at hand,
I needed to check on who my latest visitor was.
I grabbed a handful of salt that I kept handy on my bedside table,
just in case it was a nasty visitor. I got out of my room and
instantly felt the change in temperature. I felt goosebumps on my
arms and the back of my neck. Yep definitely a dead visitor. I
walked downstairs warily, it was always nasty when they got you from
under the stairs and tripped you. I walked towards the kitchen
rubbing my arms and clutching the fistful of salt tightly. "Who is
there?"
Silence.
I prayed to God that I didn't have a nasty visitor. I had returned
only an hour ago from an intense exorcism and all I wanted to do was
sleep for 8 hours straight. I walked near the kitchen and saw that
all the cabinets were open. I licked my lips nervously and entered
the kitchen cautiously. I hated being caught unaware.
"I want pop tarts!"
I almost had a heart attack as I whirled around to see a little boy
standing in front of the refrigerator in a hospital gown. His head was shaved and he had
stitches on it. He was really pale, it seemed that he had died
recently and wasn't even aware of it. He seemed harmless though and
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Hi what's your name?"
"I am Ben, is my mommy here?"
"uh no Ben, do you remember where you were before you came here?"
"I-I was at the hospital" he said scrunching his nose and trying to
remember, "the doctors cut me open"
"What was wrong with you?"
"I don't know but I had a bad fall and I hurt my head real bad.
There was a lot of blood, that's all I remember"
"How did you find me?"
"After the doctors put me to sleep I remember floating and I met
many people who were also floating, when I tried to get back into my
body I couldn't" he paused to catch his breath, "but I couldn't get
into my body, then I met a woman and she told me to meet you"
The fact that he couldn't get back into his body could mean that he
was either dead or maybe he was really close to death and
in limbo.
"I saw mommy crying and I tried to get back inside but I couldn't."
This was going to be hard. How do you break it to a
child that he was dead? That he will never be able to be with his
parents again? He would never get to hug his mother? Most
importantly why hadn't he seen the light and moved on? What
unfinished business would a child have? I would need to go to the
hospital and find out what had happened. But I could hardly go right
now at 3.00 a.m and ask questions about a boy I wasn't even related
to. If I told them the truth they would send me straight to the
loony bin. I would have to wait until tomorrow and so would Ben.
"Ben buddy, I want to help you but we cant go to the hospital now"
"Why not?"
"Because er because visiting hours are up and I am a visitor right?"
he seemed to think it over once and said, "Alright but we will go
there first thing in the morning"
"Yes. Now I guess you will need to bunk with me tonight"
He nodded and yawned, "I am tired"
I smiled at him and lead the way upstairs. I set up a spare room,
had to keep up pretenses because he didn't realize he was dead yet.
There's no telling what he might do when he found out. Most of them
go into denial and become very violent and I just couldn't deal with
that tonight. It was creepy tucking in a dead kid but my heart went
out to him. He seemed to be barely 7 years old and he was dead.
"Goodnight Ben"
"G'nite" he said sleepily. I went out and shut the door, the
temperature had dropped a few more degrees and I shivered as I got
into bed. I tried to sleep but I couldn't shake off the feeling that
there was a dead kid in the room next to mine. Some time during the
night I drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning because I
felt a shift of energy in my room. I sat up clutching my chest as I
saw Ben standing beside me looking at me intently.
"Jesus! Ben, when did you wake up?"
"I've been up all night"
