“Just a little village, nothing to see here” I say to the officer.

“This is your neighborhoods second complaint, don’t make it a third” he says.

I nod and wave him goodbye. When he’s out of sight the whole village sighs in relief. The whole village meaning me. Everybody else who lives here is well…not alive.

I run to the cemetery and open the church doors to find Oklan, Harmony, and Stephan playing chess. Ok, they’re not exactly playing chest since there ghosts, but narrating where they want there peace’s to go.

“B,6” says Harmony.

“Guys the police came today they’re on to us” I say.

“Stephan’s eyes widen and he says, “no not the popo”.

Everybody laughs except for Stephan.

“We received another noise complaint. You guys need to stop partying at night.”

They all nod there heads and go back to playing.

There’s about 40 ghosts here. Since I was little I could see them, so at eight

I ran away from my foster home and stumbled upon this cemetery. The ghosts have been my family ever since.