Paranormal

It didn’t take long for Violet to rope our friendship circle into helping with the haunted house for the Halloween fair. In fact, the very day Kayla and I had planned on asking for her help regarding the Mr Peterson issue she had asked everyone to help paint backgrounds which would be hung up across the school gym creating the “house” effect. 
After a day packed with lesson after boring lesson, it felt rather liberating to put our creative sides to work. Josh, Violet’s on-again-off-again boyfriend, had dragged a giant piece of white cloth onto the floor for us to paint while Robert fetched the paints. The two boys couldn’t be further apart in appearance and character, however they had become best friends within moments of meeting one another.
Josh was proud of his gothic-emo looks and made a point to keep his dyed black hair covering one eye at all times. Although the school forbade him 

I got a lift to the hospital with Mikael on the Tuesday afternoon, having thought about the guy in the coma unit who lay alone in the corner of the room without a name for the entire day at school. After the dream the night before I found it difficult to call him “John Doe” in my mind, Morpheus had replaced it with a resounding echo even though I knew that it couldn’t possibly be his name. I had clearly watched The Matrix a few too many times. 
The ward was buzzing when I arrived. Apparently there was a new addition to the coma unit – a twenty two year old who had driven her car into a brick wall after her fiancé told her that he was actually gay. At first I thought that she had driven into the wall because she couldn’t bear to be without him, a bit dramatic I won’t lie, but then I heard that he had decided to tell her his true sexual orientation as she drove them to their wedding rehear

I sat alone on a bench in the middle of the park, staring down at its peeling green paint and reading the names which had been scratched into it over the years. A gentle breeze tugged at my hair and the grey sky cast a sinister shadow onto the trees which lines the path, filling them with creatures only the imagination could see. There were none of the park’s usual patrons in view; no joggers stampeding their way along the paths or dog lovers taking man’s best friend for a walk and the sound of children’s laughter was notably missing. Strangely, this didn’t seem to bother me at all. Instead, I revelled in the solitude. 
A fine rain began to fall from the heavens, not enough to soak my clothing but enough to just dust my skin with its gentle caress. Ever since I was a child I had loved the rain. I used to sit by the window and watch it fall once I had given up asking my mother if I could play outside in it. Now, without my mother’s disapproving gaze, I raised my head to the skies, welcoming its drizzle as I spread out my arms for its embrace. 
“You’re going to get sick like that.”
A velvety masculine voice broke my solitude. I opened my eyes and turned to its owner, a smile still glued to my face. His hair was shorter than what it had been in the hospital but it was still a coal-black mess, dampened from the rain. His stubble was less defined as his lips curved in a mischievous smile which matched the look in his tempestuous grey eyes. 
“I won’t.” I retorted, sounding like a child.
He laughed as he sat down next to me, still watching my face as if entranced. I tore my gaze from his to turn my face back to the heavens, rivulets starting to run down my cheeks. 
“I love how you are able to get lost in the simple joys of life, my Callista. Not many people in this era find themselves enjoying the small pleasures which living provides.” 
I didn’t find it absurd that he knew my name, it was my dream after all, but the fact that he called me “my Callista” puzzled me. I turned to face him once more.
“I saw you in the hospital today.” I whispered.
He smiled sadly in response and took my hand in his.
“Callista, wake up! You’re brother’s on skype!”
My mother’s voice broke into my dream like an unwanted intruder, tearing me slightly from him. 
“I’m sorry, I have to go.” I squeezed his hand slightly.
He lifted my hand to brush his lips softly over my skin in a caress.
“Until next time, my dearest. Until next time.”
I dragged myself from my bed and pulled on my bunny slippers, his words still echoing in my mind as I made my way downstairs. My father sat in the study talking to my brother about the new developments which were being made in his department at the university. I stuck my head into the room and called a rough good morning to the two men in my life before I traipsed off to the kitchen to find my morning coffee. My brother wouldn’t be offended by my rudeness; he was used to living with me and knew that I couldn’t function without a cup of coffee in the morning. 
My mother handed me a plate filled with waffles as I entered her domain, telling me to hurry up because my brother had been waiting for me to get up for half an hour. Breakfast and coffee in hand, I returned to the study. I kissed my father good morning and grabbed the seat next to him, offering him a bite of my waffles. 
“Oi! Where’s mine?” my brother’s voice filtered through the computer’s speakers.
I laughed at him, leaning in close to the camera and stuffing a large piece of waffle in my mouth. I wished his camera was on so that I could see his face but instead I had to settle for his groan of disgust.
“Alright children, it’s time that your mother and I head off to the restaurant.” my father said as if we were five years old. “Behave while we’re gone and no more partying all night, Niklos. I know you students and I know what happens to your grades when you’re left to your own devices. If you fail one module your mother will be on the next flight to help you study for the supplementary exam... and you know what she’s like.”
I could only imagine the grimace on my brother’s face as he was faced with the threat.  Grabbing his car keys from the desk and calling my mother to say her goodbyes, my father headed out the front door. We could hear my mother from the kitchen muttering about being rushed and our farewells echoed after her as she yanked her handbag from the coat rack and marched out after my father. I waited until the car started up and began to back out of our driveway before I turned back to the computer.
“Ok, they’re gone now. You can turn the camera on.” I informed Niklos, leaning back in my chair as the monitor flickered to life.
The usual sight of Nik’s dorm room greeted me. Take away cartons littered the desk, a piece of congealed pizza stuck to a paper plate and unwashed mugs lay haphazardly about. His unmade bed lay in a jumble with dirty socks and other various paraphernalia. It was no surprise that he had told my parents that his laptop’s camera was broken. If they had seen the pigsty my older brother lived in, my mother would have certainly flown over there just to clean it up. My room was nothing in comparison and she constantly moaned at me to clean it up. 
There was a shuffling sound as he moved about his room, no doubt kicking various items of garbage out of his way. As my brother moved into view I felt myself fall backwards off the chair in shock. 
“What the hell did you do?” I was too horrified to say anything else.
Nik’s once glorious hair had been shaved until it was barely a centimetre long and along his temples were patterns of flames which had been shaved to reveal his scalp. He looked more like an escaped convict or a murderer than the ladies man I was used to seeing.
“Do you like it?” he asked sincerely, grinning like the village idiot. “I had a choice between my name, zigzags or flames. I do think I made the right choice though, don’t you?”
I couldn’t help myself. I burst into a fit of laughter until tears streamed down my cheeks and I struggled to pull myself and the fallen chair back to its standing position. 
“Bro, have you looked in the mirror at all? You look as if you’re meant to be wearing orange and stuck behind bars.”
“That was the point Cal. I look badass now.” 
He sounded so proud of his new look that I couldn’t burst his bubble anymore than I already had. Luckily I was saved from commenting further by the doorbell.
“Don’t open if it’s an axe murderer or one of my ex-girlfriends!” Nik called after me. 
Following my brother’s advice, because you can never be too careful when it came to my brother’s ex-girlfriends, I peeped through the peephole. I could barely make out Kayla as she paced back and forth on the doorstep. It was rare that she ever came over without calling to make sure we were home first, so I knew something was wrong.
“Heya Kay, come in. Niklos is on skype and needs some advice on his new hairstyle.” I said as I opened the door.
Kayla smiled a watery smile at me as she entered, her eyes red from a clearly sleepless night. She wore no makeup at all, tears stained her pale cheeks and her clothing was creased and didn’t match; all signs that there was something seriously wrong. I sent her to go and chat with Nik while I went to make her some hot chocolate, hoping to get her to cheer up a bit before we tackled the topic of what was bothering her.
“Niklos! What on earth have you done?”
Her words echoed through the house as she scolded him on his poor fashion sense. My intuitive brother took it all with a pinch of salt and within moments he had her laughing about something he had done. 
By the time I returned Kayla looked much more like her old self. We said goodbye to Nik and took our hot chocolate to my bedroom so that I could change out of my pyjamas. Kay climbed onto my unmade bed and sipped her hot chocolate in silence until I joined her.
“Alright, spill.” 
She looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes once more as she clutched my pillow to her chest.
“I’m in so much trouble, Callie. I don’t know what to do anymore.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad, nothing ever really is as bad as it seems.”
I couldn’t think of anything that could place her in any trouble so I automatically assumed that she was being overdramatic.
“No Cal, this can get me expelled for sure! You know that I went to Los Angeles for my cousin’s twenty-first in the summer, right? Well I met Daniel at my cousin’s party. He was so sweet and charming, and we ended up spending most of the week together. But then he started changing, demanding things that I refused to give him. He got angry with me and stormed out and I never saw him again until the first English class. He hadn’t even told me that he was a teacher!”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“Mr Peterson? You had a fling with Mr Peterson?”
I wasn’t surprised that she had hooked up with a guy in his twenties. Kayla always went for the older guys claiming that they were more sophisticated than our age group.
“Then yesterday afternoon my mother sent me home and he was sitting on my doorstep, waiting for me to get back. I told him to go away and that I wasn’t interested in starting anything up with him again but he pushed me up against the door. I punched him, like how Nik taught us to punch, and he got angry again. He said that unless I reconsidered my views, he would be forced to tell the school board that I had offered him stuff in return for good grades. Then he got in his car and drove off.”
I stared at her in silence, too stunned to speak. Instead I gave her a hug while my brain struggled for a solution.
“I’m so proud of you. You stood your ground and held onto your morals, but you can’t be afraid of this jerk! He’s blackmailing a school girl! That alone shows you what type of man he is. I think we need to call in for more help though, I’m utterly useless in these situations. Violet will know what to do.”
Kayla nodded in defeated agreement, knowing as well as I did that Violet was the perfect person for the job.
“We’ll ask her tomorrow at school, but for now I think we’d better clean you up and go to the restaurant. I’m meant to be working and I think you’ve held out on Mikael for long enough, he’s pestered me non-stop for your pasta recipe.”

It didn’t take long for Violet to rope our friendship circle into helping with the haunted house for the Halloween fair. In fact, the very day Kayla and I had planned on asking for her help regarding the Mr Peterson issue she had asked everyone to help paint backgrounds which would be hung up across the school gym creating the “house” effect. 
After a day packed with lesson after boring lesson, it felt rather liberating to put our creative sides to work. Josh, Violet’s on-again-off-again boyfriend, had dragged a giant piece of white cloth onto the floor for us to paint while Robert fetched the paints. The two boys couldn’t be further apart in appearance and character, however they had become best friends within moments of meeting one another.
Josh was proud of his gothic-emo looks and made a point to keep his dyed black hair covering one eye at all times. Although the school forbade him to wear plain black or paint his nails with an equally sombre shade, he compensated by attaching cha

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