Haunted

Disclaimer- I own nothing, only this story and other little stuff but not big stuff that doesn’t belong to me...

This is my first story that I have posted on AFF so don’t hate me for messing up the little stuff (i.e. Spelling, accuracy, grammar). And there is some M/M but that doesn’t come in till the like 4th chapter (N.C 17), I should think. There is also some M/F littered around the story some where so yeah. And if you want me to finish it you got to hassle me because I’m lazy. Also my last note, I have probably got a lot of things wrong in here (about Shamans and ghost) but you guys will live. Or will you?

Prologue

When my brother and I were born, we were dead. Our mother had a still birth. And on 11.59pm, New Years Eve, the doctors were trying there hardest to bring us back to the world of the living. Two minutes later, on 12.01 New Year’s Day, we came to life as if we had just been born.

The Shaman of some tribe said that it was omen, that we were an omen from the great spirits. That our souls had been retrieved from the spirit world and transported back into our bodies by the spirits themselves. Our ancestors, they said. They were convinced that we were gifted children and when we grew old we would have the power of the Shaman. The great seers into beyond, the link to the spirit world and ours, the mediums to the next world. And they were right... We were.

It was when we were 4 that I saw my first ghost. We played and talked together. My mother and father just thought I had an imaginary friend. The Shaman new better however. They tried to convinced my mother that we were gifted and that our mother should give us up to the sect, where we would learn proper Shaman ways and be taught how to use our gifts. She refused and thought it was foolish. She new her children were different from other children, but didn\'t want to believe it. She didn’t want to lose her children. She couldn\'t.


My brother, however, could not see the spirits and my mother was thankful for his normalness. But he wasn\'t normal. Far from it. He is what we called a \"spirit channel\". Spirits, if strong enough, could possess him and show him visions of there lives. And seeing as the strong spirits were usually spirits that lived and died with much anger and anguish in there lives, the visions my brother received were never very good. He also could feel spirits and if he was stressed or angry enough he could hear the spirits talking around him.

It was when we were 8 when we met, and tried to ignore, a very strong spirit. We had just settled into our new house when a local spirit decided to pop in and talk to us. We had learnt to ignore the spirits but they still scared the crap out of us. You try waking up to ugly, distort, transparent creatures, talking to you about stuff you no nothing of. It’s frightening... Even now. Me, Karan, and my brother, Lokto (Mixtures of Chinese and English names thanks to my Chinese mother and my American father) decided to sleep in the same room for fear of the strong spirit. It was at 3am when I woke up cold and shivering.

The spirit had pulled our blanket off us and now was very angry, sending a chill thought the large, blue room. My breath came out icy and quick. I can still remember what he looked like. He was about 17 years old, his long, grey hair waved around by nonexistence wind and his eyes... They were red.... Red with anger. He screamed at us, his loud voice hollow and never fading. He had this laugh that seem to sound like a roar of train and this inhuman, wide smirk that reached from one red eye to the other. He was a crazy spirit. He cared about nothing except for revenge against the one who killed him. But we tried not to listen while he rambled on about his cursed life. Our sweaty foreheads were pushed together and our trembling arms were wrapped around each other. We keep chanting \"go away\" over and over again, which just seemed to anger the spirit more. He started to throw things around the room in fury. A considerably hard pencil holder went flying across the room, hitting my brother on the side of the head, making a river of red blood pour out of his skull behind his black hair. Now all the room was filled with was the sound of things braking and our scream and cries. There was banging at the door but I could hardly hear it over the spirits laughter. That was when I passed out the same time as my brother did.

The Shaman said to my mother that it was an angry spirit who hurt her children and if she didn\'t let them teach us how to use our gifts, there would be many more incidents like that one. So reluctantly she agree to let the Shaman teach us but they could not take us away from our home.

It was two years after that when she died. We searched desperately for her spirit but it did not linger like most of the other spirits. She moved on, and that made us happy in our sadden state. We new death from an early age but that did not make her passing anymore easier.


Spirits were odd things. To keep track of which spirits were which we cauterized them.

There were the God Spirits- Earth, Wind, Water and Fire. They are at one with the earth and all its elements. They are said to be the most powerful and rarest spirits of all… and getting rarer. They protect young Shaman children and are said to be in the form of a fiery bird. We have yet to see one.

Nature spirits are the spirits of the trees and the animals. All living things have a life force and a spirit. Animals, the forest, humans… We are all the same. We live then we die. The way of life.

There are the Strong Spirits- The only reason strong spirits stayed with the living was out of anger and pain when they were living. They seek revenge and destruction from what’s been done to them and sometimes helps. They have enough power to throw around small objects, make things creek in the night, make everything around them cold and so much more. They have power beyond belief.

There is also the Petty Spirits- Petty spirits were the spirits that stayed around for there own needs. Alcohol, drugs, sex, that’s all they lived for. And it was rare that in there eyes the world changed around them. They would stand beside there graves or there local pubs trying to find another way to get there hit or drink there alcohol. They mostly used possession of other people to get this but they were usually to stupid and had hardly any power from there human lives.

And the other spirits that should be knowing\' about go by many names. Stupid spirits, useless spirits, waste spirits, pathetic souls, and the list go\'s on. These spirits are to be ignored no matter what. They lie; they repeat the same thing over and over again, there hungry for attention from humans, they lust after human flesh, they haunt houses, they pretend to be gods and they possess people. It is believed that when they were human they had pain that was self-inflicted, they had regret, they were just.... Stupid when they were alive. They need to free themselves from there own petty and patheticness, and we cannot help them.

Chapter one.

My brother was jumping around eagerly, all happy and excited about the day of the dead festival that was 5 days away. I didn\'t see what was so great about it. It was just another reason for spirits to linger in our world instead of moving on to the next. Oh yay! More work for us. I sighed at my brother. He was running around the shop looking for a good Halloween costume. He pulled out a red and black devil costume, with the little cute tail and the hood with the red horns on it and a red pitch folk to match. It suited his black hair and his evil personality.I looked around the shop seeing what costume I would like to wear.


I know I seem quite angry and depressed about Halloween but deep down, I really loved it. It gave me a sense of normality in my not so normal life. I looked at an angel suit to go with my brothers devil suit but I didn\'t feel like an angel now days, but more like a depressed, hormonal, teenager that I was. \"You should get a pirate suit.\" Said my over excited brother from across the other side of the costume shop. He always new what I was feeling and thinking. We have a bad case of twin telepathy. But I didn\'t mind it so much as people thought I would.
\"Yeah maybe... Did you try that devil suit on?\" I asked as I walked over to the changing room.
\"Tah-dah!\" He said as he jumped out of the changing room to stand in front of me. I looked him up and down and my jaw dropped. He better not be going out in that! \"Well... ya\' like it?\" He said, grinning at my expression. He was doing this to annoy me. He new that all I wanted was a little bitof normality so he thought he would dress up as a damned bunny. \"I guessyou don\'t like it then do ya\'.\" He was looking himself up in the mirror. The bunny suit was black and pink. It was cut so that the top went around his chest and under his arms and cut down at his crotch. It was like womans swimming togs with the straps cut off.
\"Please tell me you’re not going out in that.\" I said. I received a loud laugh from my brother’s direction. Damn it... He was.

He turned around to face me. On his neck he was playing with a black bow tie. Trying to \"straighten\" it. He could never straighten things. That wasn\'t him. He was a messy,
disorganized person. I was the one to straighten things. \"It’s not that bad... I think It suits me fine.\" He placed the pink, bunny ears, head band on top of his head and looked at himself in the mirror. I was glaring at him.
\"You’re half bloody naked!\" I said loudly. Trying to scream reason into him.
\"Not if I put on the stockings that go with the costume...\" He held out a pair of pink stockings that were suppose to connect to the halters at the crotch and the outside thighs of the costume. I sighed. I new there was no way of persuading the darker side of me tochange his mind after he had made it up. \"Don\'t worry brother...\" He smiled as he wrapped his arm around my neck, \"I won’t ruin you \"day of normality\". He air quoted me... I hated it when he did that because he would make this silly voice and silly face to imitate me. It sounded nothing like me.
\"Believe me... I wont come near you if insist me not to.\" I looked into his black eyes. Yes. They are actually black. His whole eyes were black except for the white dot in the middle... They were the opposite of mine. Anyway... Away from the eyes.
\"No brother. I don’t want that. you no I don\'t. We have never spent Halloween apart.\" I was sad. I didn\'t like being away from my brother for any reason. I looked over at him with shocked eyes. He wasn\'t hinting something was he... He didn\'t want to spend Halloween apart did he?
\"Don\'t look so scared brother; I don\'t want to be away from you on Halloween.\" He ran his fingers through his long black hair.

\"You really need to get over this whole \"brotherly love\" thing. People will start thinking we\'re incestuous or something... Ha-ha! That would be weird.\" He walked back into the changing rooms to get redressed into his, for lack of a better word, biker clothes. Leather, jeans and boots made up his wardrobe. And it was all BLACK! Because I was the lighter half of my brother you would think that all my clothes would be white... But they weren\'t. I ran my hand though my short-ish white hair, in the same fashion as my twin brother does. I looked at my lean frame in the wall mirror. For being a Chinese-American we were much larger and stronger looking then other Chinese-Americans. We could almost be called Americans if it weren\'t for our slant eyes.

I was suddenly overcome with the need to rip out my brown contact lenses. I hated wearing the things. I liked my white eyes. But I new to keep me safe from questions and such, that I would have to keep wearing these cursed contacts. I have seen what my brother goes though with people asking about his eyes. He couldn\'t wear contacts because the darkness of his eyes, but he didn\'t mind. He said it made him stronger as a person and that I should try it. It would make me stop being scared of what people thought. Yeah right....

It was on our walk home when I felt something strange. I usually got strange feelings about stuff but this was one of THE strange feelings..... A spirit was around. A strong one at that. I looked around wearily. Spirits this strong were unpredictable and slightly scary. I noticed my brother was feeling it to. He looked on edge and about to run. I didn\'t blame him. I felt like running too. That’s when I spotted it. A little boy was staring at us from across the road. The \"boy\" was standing outside of and old, mattered looking house. The white paint seemed to be pealing off and the lawn outside looked like it hadn\'t been mowed in ages. The porch outside of the front door was dipping in the middle a little and the roof on top seemed to be also dipping in the middle. I had noticed the house before but never the boy. And he was strong... So very strong. He could have reeked havoc if he wanted to, but he didn\'t seem angry. Maybe he was just confused? No confused spirits were never this strong. \"Lokto I see him.\" I said to my brother as I linked my arm to his. \"He’s so very powerful... And sad looking.\" I said as if I was asking a question. The transparent grey boy looked nothing like the mean cruel spirits that I new of. He must have been needing help. \"I think he needs help brother.\" I said looking my brother in the eye (seen as were the same height in all).
\"I can\'t feel and anger pulsing off him. Just... Sadness. Like you said. Is he doing anything strange?\" He asked still looking around for the direction of the boy.
\"No... He’s just staring.\" I said. I felt like I was having a staring contest with the boy. He was about 5\'2, but he seemed smaller than that. His ghost hair was short and looked like most other boys hair cuts. He was wearing some tattered shorts that came up to above his knees and a t-shirt that was to short. He would\'ve been about 10 or 11 when he died. How sad. He had his whole life ahead of him.

Our staring competition was ended when the ghost moved from my sight. There was a bang at the old house door, and a loud burp. An oldish looking man walked across the wigth of the old porch and walked down the stairs, across the un-mowed lawn and out the rusted metal fence. He walked in the direction that we had just come from, with a big smile on his unshaven face. \"Do you feel that brother? The ghost flares with anger at that man.\" Lokto said. He could always feel spirit\'s feelings before me. He was more in tuned with them.
\"Yes... But we can\'t do anything at the moment. We must be home.\" I said as I stared walking. Hoping the spirit didn\'t get angry at us for ignoring him.
\"True.\"


We arrived back to our house with no other spirit incidents. We had to go and tell our father of the spirit we saw right away. He liked to know what we got up to and our adventures with the spirits. Sometimes he saddens us though... It was like he was waiting for us to see our mothers spirit. But after 5 years he kind of got over his need to see or talk to her spirit.

We walked into my fathers study ready to tell him he whole story and like always our father was just sitting there, writing his latest article for the paper. Our father was a normal looking 44 year old man. Wrinkles had gradually made there way onto his face and his hair was a little grey at the sides. But his blue eyes lost none of there glow and he still had most of his blond hair on his head. He was wearing his big \"eighties\" glasses that seemed to cover from the bottom of his slightly pointed and angled nose up to under his blond eyebrows. He was smiling at us when we walked in but his smile seemed to fade when he saw the look of confusion and seriousness on our pale faces. He knew what we needed to talk about.


We were fucked. It had been a long day and now we were collapsed on our beds. We\'ve slept in the same room ever since we got here, as little kids and we didn\'t want to change. It was too scary by our selves. I looked over in my brother’s direction. I saw smoke rising out of his lips. I new by the smell that it was the \"special\" tobacco that the Shaman used. They allowed my brother to use it when he got to stressed or angry. And by what I could tell he was really stressed. It had only be a new thing, but lately, if the spirits were strong enough, they could send there visions to my brother thought there minds and I had this strange feeling that my brother has either received one or is scared that he will receive one. Brother was like this a lot. He would hide things from me that he thought I shouldn\'t no about because I was the younger and naiver of the two. But the things he saw he shouldn\'t have to see by himself. That’s why there’s two of us.... So neither of us has to be alone. \"Brother... Did the spirit boy show you something?\" I said in a small voice.
\"Yes... But only a little vision... Nothing for you to worry about.\" See! There he did it again.
\"Please tell me brother... I don\'t like it when you keep things from me. You’re not in this alone you know.\" I said as I walked over to my brothers bed on the other side of the room. He put out his marijuana bud and sat up to face me.
\"Of course I no I\'m not in this alone.\" He had this goofy smile on his face and if he had normal eyes, like other people, I would have seen them blood shot and slightly foggy. He was \"stoned up to the eyeballs\" as my father would say. \"Don\'t worry brother. If I think it is important I\'ll tell you.\" He linked our arms together and pulled us down to lie together as we normally did.
\"Promise that you won’t keep it in. If you get too many, tell me brother, because I need a sane-ish one to keep me company. Agreed.\" I said as he lit up another \"special\" smoke and puffed on it.
\"Okay... I agree.\" He said.
\"And don\'t become a drug addict either!\" I said loudly as I stole the joint out of his hand. I looked it over and then pulled it to my lips taking a deep puff and then blew the smoke out. My brother snickered beside me, but I ignored him and took another puff. This puff wasn\'t so great. I stared to cough hard. Lokto just laughed at me and patted me on the back. He was so evil sometimes...