Have you ever been punched straight in the soul? Well I’ll just let you know, it sucks. I’ve always gotten along with ghosts, I mean half my classmates are ghosts already. The only bad thing is that horrible shiver you get in your spine when one of them walks through you. They say that’s the feeling of one soul brushing up against another. All I know is that it’s freaky.
My dad says don’t discriminate against the dead, ghosts have rights too, that’s what we have paralawyers for. So I’ve always gotten along with ghosts, except today…
There were two ghosts and a ghoul, they stopped me in the alleyway. I have to admit seeing a ghoul really shook me. The ghost of a boy hovered with his arms crossed. He had a sly grin like he was about to laugh at some secret joke. Funny thing was the only joke I saw was on him. Poor kid had died in his pajamas and even though I knew I was in a bad situation here I couldn’t be intimidated by the boy who was stuck flying around in a onesie for eternity. The other ghost had been a businesswoman judging by her permanent state of dress but oddly she was sporting two piggie tail braids and glasses. The worst of it was the sort of psychotic looking smile one her face that showed all of her ghostly transparent teeth. Then there was the ghoul, he already had me backing up.
“Hey kid, wanna see a ghost trick?” He asked slowly floating towards me. Like I said, he was a ghoul. That meant that he had killed someone before, either back when he was alive or once he had died. I could tell by his pale red color. Ghosts were always casper white but if ever you had killed someone on purpose or by accident your ghost would turn red and that made you a ghoul. I think they are red because their soul is tainted with the blood of their victim or something… that’s what I heard anyways.
“I’m actually in a bit of a rush, so... I better just get home.” I stammered out still stumbling backwards.
“Oh come on, won’t take long kid. You’re gonna love it.”
“Show him the trick!” The pig tails ghost girl chimed in giggling.
“Sorry, not today. I have to go.” I started to walk through them not waiting for a reply.
Just as I feared, I felt his ghostly fist slam into me. You see ghosts have trouble contacting things in the physical world, but they could touch your soul easily. Like I said, getting soul punched sucks. I stumbled back feeling weak, it was as if I was losing conection with my body. Looking up I could see him floating toward me, as Pigtails ghost encouraged.
“Get him Sweetie.” Her voice dripped with sadism. This ghoul meant to kill me, but I was not ready to become a ghost. This may seem like a stupid thing to think about at a time like this but I could just hear my grandmother’s words ringing in my ears.
“Don’t you die now, ghosts can’t eat apple pie.” ...I love apple pie.
I felt my adrenaline kick in that was one advantage the living held over the dead. I turned my stumble into a back pedal, creating distance quickly while digging into my backpack. Fighting a ghost was less than fair, you couldn’t stab them with silver or anything like that, and if you took a swing at one you’d hit nothing but air. Ghosts could hit you where it really hurt, the very core of your being. Fortunately I always carried a pair of specs, most people did these days I guess. I felt around for the familiar cool metal plates. Specs had been called Anti Specter Knuckles a few years back but nowadays it was just specs. Supposedly monks and other old martial-arts masters could hit a ghost without specs by directing their chi or whatever. And that’s awesome, but for those of us who don’t have time to master our bodies and achieve total enlightenment... there’s specs. I slid my fingers into the metal holes balling my hands into fists before tossing the backpack away. Specs were basically like a bulky pair of brass knuckles and they acted as amplifiers. I could see the ghoul smile as if to say “That’s cute.” when I brought my hands up. Sure everyone keeps a pair of specs but most people don’t really know how to use them. He lunged, swinging with an overhand right, planning to finish me already. Luckily for me, I wasn’t most people. My parents put me in Soul Boxing when I was ten, I had taken a few soul punches. You couldn’t block a ghost’s punch but you could dodge it, and I was faster than him… I had to be. A quick duck, his fist flew over my head. Stand, rotate, punch. My uppercut nailed him in the gut, sending out that pitchy ringing sound as my specs blasted him with my soul. This time he stumbled back. I could see the surprise in all three ghostly pale faces.
“You little brat!” He spat. “I’m gonna rip your soul out your chest.”
He dove at me and I sprinted at him. There was one rule in Soul Boxing, don’t stop punching. When you can’t stop your opponent from hitting you the only options that remains is to put them down, fast. My fist arched downward, our collision sent the ghoul into the ground. I didn’t stop there. The rest was a blur. I could hear the approaching sirens, I barely registered the other ghosts disappearing. I hit him again and again and again. Next thing I knew the cops were pulling me off the ghost. They thanked me for taking down the ghoul, no doubt he’s locked in the vacuum now.
When I finally made it home I was greeted by the heavenly aroma.I like ghosts, but I wouldn’t want to be one because I love apple pie.