Autumn was a normal student at NYU. She was pretty, but tiny for her age, with light brown hair. She had her major, her grades were perfect, and her friends were loyal. The only difference about her was the fact that she was blind. Autumn was, ironically, blinded in the autumn of 1998. She was seven years old and riding her bike when she fell and tumbled down a steep rocky hill. A woman had saved her, but this woman wasn’t alive or kind. In fact she was evil, and a curse was put upon Autumn which would take her sight, and in her eighteenth year she would begin to see terrible, horrible things. But she didn’t believe it. That was just a story her brother told to scare her. Yet that didn’t stop the nightmares she would have about an old witch, and seeing ghosts.
It was a windy night; two weeks after her eighteenth birthday. Her small apartment did little to keep out the howling storm. She was lying in her bed, trying to drown out the noises from the wind and city. She began to dose off, but slept restlessly. She was having a nightmare, not just any nightmare, the nightmare. She hadn’t had this particular dream in six years.If you were watching her, you would’ve thought she was being strangled. Tossing, turning, and shaking, her sheets were soaked with sweat. The lights flickered and went out. She awoke abruptly. There was a bluish blaze coming from the corner of her room, but how she could see this? Yet she stared at the exact spot as if she could. “Hello?” she called out nervously. No answer. “Is someone there?” Nothing. Autumn got up the courage to call out again. “If your there, say something” she said in a brave, but trembling, voice. A low bitter voice finally replied, “I need your help” The light got brighter and harsher. It came closer to the bed, Autumn’s eyes followed it. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Seeing! She could see something, a man she thought; she could vaguely remember the shape of a person. The edges of him distorted, as if looking at him through an old, warped piece of glass. “You have to help me” the chilled voice said again. “I don’t know who you are, I can’t help you.” She replied shakily. Her heart was beating erratically. Why could she see this man? What was he here for? “You can see me, can you not?” he said. “Why?” “Because I am dead.” He said coldly. Autumn’s voice caught in her throat, a tiny squeak escaped. “You can see me, because I am dead, and now you have to help me. You’re the only one.” The man told his story, how he had almost killed his wife in a car accident, which he’d died in. What he wanted from her was simple, tell his wife he loved her and was sorry to have left her so suddenly. She agreed. The next day sought out Rachael Cooper.The man, who she had learned was Jack, went along with her, and once she had told Rachael everything, Jack said in a small breath, “Thank you.” And disappeared. Weeks passed and many ghosts hunted Autumn, all asking for similar things. She helped all of them, growing weaker by the day. Her time was almost completely consumed by the spirits that demanded her help. They would follow her around for days at a time if she couldn’t find the person they wanted. One ghost though, didn’t want anything from her. He had heard about what she was doing and came to help her. His name was Patrick, and like her, he had once been able to see ghosts. He warned her that if she could not find a way to stop the ghosts, they would pursue her until she died, as they had with him. Dying wasn’t something Autumn wished to do, but in the months she had been with Patrick, she had begun to call him her bestfriend, and she didn’t want to make him go. Patrick realized Autumn wouldn’t perform the spell that would release her from the curse. So he intervened. He created his own spell that would reverse her blindness, which took away the only connection the curse had. Patrick and the other ghosts disappeared from Autumn’s life, but he swore that he would wait for her until they could be together again.
Autumn was, ironically, blinded in the autumn of 1998. She was seven years old and riding her bike when she fell and tumbled down a steep rocky hill. A woman had saved her, but this woman wasn’t alive or kind. In fact she was evil, and a curse was put upon Autumn which would take her sight, and in her eighteenth year she would begin to see terrible, horrible things.
But she didn’t believe it. That was just a story her brother told to scare her. Yet that didn’t stop the nightmares she would have about an old witch, and seeing ghosts.
It was a windy night; two weeks after her eighteenth birthday. Her small apartment did little to keep out the howling storm. She was lying in her bed, trying to drown out the noises from the wind and city. She began to dose off, but slept restlessly. She was having a nightmare, not just any nightmare, the nightmare. She hadn’t had this particular dream in six years. If you were watching her, you would’ve thought she was being strangled. Tossing, turning, and shaking, her sheets were soaked with sweat.
The lights flickered and went out. She awoke abruptly. There was a bluish blaze coming from the corner of her room, but how she could see this? Yet she stared at the exact spot as if she could.
“Hello?” she called out nervously.
No answer.
“Is someone there?”
Nothing.
Autumn got up the courage to call out again.
“If your there, say something” she said in a brave, but trembling, voice.
A low bitter voice finally replied, “I need your help”
The light got brighter and harsher. It came closer to the bed, Autumn’s eyes followed it. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Seeing! She could see something, a man she thought; she could vaguely remember the shape of a person. The edges of him distorted, as if looking at him through an old, warped piece of glass.
“You have to help me” the chilled voice said again.
“I don’t know who you are, I can’t help you.” She replied shakily. Her heart was beating erratically. Why could she see this man? What was he here for?
“You can see me, can you not?” he said.
“Why?”
“Because I am dead.” He said coldly.
Autumn’s voice caught in her throat, a tiny squeak escaped.
“You can see me, because I am dead, and now you have to help me. You’re the only one.”
The man told his story, how he had almost killed his wife in a car accident, which he’d died in. What he wanted from her was simple, tell his wife he loved her and was sorry to have left her so suddenly. She agreed. The next day sought out Rachael Cooper. The man, who she had learned was Jack, went along with her, and once she had told Rachael everything, Jack said in a small breath, “Thank you.” And disappeared.
Weeks passed and many ghosts hunted Autumn, all asking for similar things. She helped all of them, growing weaker by the day. Her time was almost completely consumed by the spirits that demanded her help. They would follow her around for days at a time if she couldn’t find the person they wanted.
One ghost though, didn’t want anything from her. He had heard about what she was doing and came to help her. His name was Patrick, and like her, he had once been able to see ghosts. He warned her that if she could not find a way to stop the ghosts, they would pursue her until she died, as they had with him.
Dying wasn’t something Autumn wished to do, but in the months she had been with Patrick, she had begun to call him her bestfriend, and she didn’t want to make him go.
Patrick realized Autumn wouldn’t perform the spell that would release her from the curse. So he intervened. He created his own spell that would reverse her blindness, which took away the only connection the curse had. Patrick and the other ghosts disappeared from Autumn’s life, but he swore that he would wait for her until they could be together again.