I always liked to go on walks around the perimeters of the Woodstone B&B, there was always something so peaceful about this time of night: All the bugs were chirping, all the animals were resting- other then the occasional owl.
I took a deep breath of air in as I continued to walk around, my footsteps light and shallow as they hit the ground. I always walked past this little abandoned shack on the property.
The ants were always fun to watch.
Living was great, I could go anywhere, do anything, and wear anything. Well, that was until I heard bang followed by a low whirring sound. I looked around to see who was there, nothing.
I felt a sharp pain suddenly go through my hip and right into my liver causing it to explode. I watched as blood fell from my side down my pants as things became more fuzzy.
My legs couldn't hold me up as I collapsed to my knees and closed my eyes, and that was the last living breath I took.
A few moments later I stood up holding a hand to my head as my vision cleared, I looked down. It was hard to make out what was below me so I crouched to further inspect it. That was me, but... I was here.
I stood up and began to slowly back away as I heard footsteps running from behind, it was whoever shot me. I turned to see the masked figure before they ran right through me causing me a lot of pain. I grit my teeth and clenched the strings of my orange hoodie as I turned to see the horrific sight infront of me.
Someone was picking up my body and heading away: to the river.
"No... no all of this, not real. This can't be right? This is just a dream... right...?" I said out loud. The man dragging my body away didn't even hear or acknowledge me.
I was a ghost.
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It was the next morning, I was up all night but didn't seem to change at all. I continued to walk around the perimeter over and over, the sun's first light shone over the tall trees as I continued to walk back and forth in front of the old rundown shed.
I twirled my hoodie strings around as I continued to pace back and forth, looking down at where I got shot just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating the blood that stained my leg.
Nope, all still there.
I continued to pace back and forth before walking through a tree. I felt stumped after that, I didn't know what was going on, there was nobody else to tell me, heck how long would I even be here?!
Well, those were a few of my main questions before I heard a voice from behind me.
"Beg your pardon but, may haps you could stop pacing so much? You're giving me quite the headache."
I quickly wiped around to see someone dressed as an 18th century British lieutenant.
"Who are you? Are you a ghost? Am I dead?!"
I said as I looked at him with my hands held up defensively. He held his hands behind his back as he gave a light smile.
"No need for fists my dear friend, I am Lieutenant Nigel Chessum. But you can just call me Nigel."
He held his hand out. I shook it firmly.
"Call me Nor. It's just a shortened version of my name... well the name of the person that came up with the original name." I said as I let go of his hand.
"Oh really? What's your full name then?" Nigel asked as he continued to hold both hands behind his back.
"Don't try to repeat it because you'd probably butcher it, but it's Weenjipahkihelexkwe."
Nigel stood there dumbfounded. He let out a soft sigh. "And what language might that name be from?" He asked.
"Lenape, it's my heritage. I'm a mix of Lenape..."
"Oh really? How interesting. There's a ghost in the B&B who's Lenape."
"Interesting." I said as I put my hands in my pockets. "Well back to one of my main questions, I am dead right?"
Nigel nodded. "Yes, indeed you are." He glanced at the wound I had in my liver and looking down at the blood going down my leg. "I got shot in the liver if you didn't hear last night... was surprisingly painless."
"I'd imagine it'd be quite the opposite, but yes I did hear the gunshot."
I nodded a bit and heard the crunching of leaves from behind me not too far away. I glanced over my shoulder to see who it was; a person from the 1980's with some sort of scouts outfit on.
I looked at him for a moment as my eyes lingered on the arrow through his neck. Oh great, another one.
"Y'know, you're taking this really good for a recently dead person." He said smiling as he adjusted one of his scout badges.
I looked at him for a moment. "I don't know where or how but I think I recognize you..." I said looking him over.
"Ha well, I've gotten that a few times. The names Pete by the way, and yourself?" Pete asked as he watched me.
"Oh uh, it's Nor..." I said rubbing the back of my neck.
"Well it's nice to meet you, and it's surprising that you're this calm for a recently dead." He said seeming a bit too happy, though I didn't mind.
"Yeah well... just going with the flow I suppose..." I said as I looked around. "Are there more of you?" I asked looking between the two of them.
"Yes, yes... plenty more... lovely ghosts." Nigel said looking down at the ground a bit before back up at me.
I gave a small nod.
"Right..."
