The noise outside my apartment is astounding, although this is a fact not completely unheard of in the busy international city of Hong Kong. Working without wanting to take a peak through the blinds to see what the commotion is all about is becoming a slight bother, especially when yelling is in both English and Cantonese. Never mind that, perhaps I should just plug in the headphones and crank up the music. Unfortunately my normal headphones had died a slow, miserable death, leaving me to resort to the absolutely shit ones that Apple supplies. Quality? Non-existent.
So perhaps you're wondering what you're doing here. Did you get sent here by a friend (online or physical) or maybe you were just cruising the net and stumbled upon this post and read it out of pure boredom. Whatever the case is, I hope you don't feel like you've wasted your time.
On to the more 'interesting' stuff. My name is Selma Gideon. I'm 16 and live in Hong Kong, China. I live with my Uncle and Aunt after an 'incident' occurred back in Australia, where the rest of my family is. Were you able to handle that level of interesting? If so, keep reading.
For some god forsaken reason, I've been landed with the great ability to see our dearly departed (Ds) which somehow translated into me being the one to do the physical stuff they can't seem to do anymore. Still with me ladies and gentlemen?
Perhaps the how is a lot more important with the 'what now' and quite honestly, I am still a little fuzzy on the details myself. Let's just say that it doesn't involve a mutated X gene or a paddle in a vat of toxic waste. And please no inquiries about extra-terrestrial origins either. I'm human, which pretty much sucks. Why? Because with this thing I've got, I'm expected to pull off great feats like traveling around the world and talking to people who don't want to talk to me.
Alright, I'm exaggerating a little. I only received my first contact today. Some hardass called Natalya Smirnov from Russia. She just waltzed into my Biology classroom the other day and sit on the side bench until class was over. During said class, she began mumbling about the wonderful things she would rather do than wait for me.
Well lady, in the real world, we don't wait for the dead.
So anyway, she cornered me in the bathroom (just the bathroom, she did have the manners not to start up a conversation in the stall) and introduced herself as an individual requesting my specialties. Keep in mind, I had no idea I could see dead, nor did I believe that even existed. So I called bullshit and backed out.
Bitch followed me home. That she did.
And she's now sitting on my bed, grumbling in Russian about my incompetence. I asked her if there was anyone else she could talk to.
"I wouldn't be here if there was," she said. Well isn't that perfect. Me, the useless Ghost Whisperer stuck with Miss Hi-I-Am-Dead-And-I-Need-You-To-Come-Back-To-Russia-With-Me-Because-I-Got-My-Ass-Killed-And-I-Have-Important-Shit-To-Do-And-Only-You-Can-See-Me.
What next, some lady dies and she was the sole carer for her child. I am not babysitting for an undetermined amount of time solo at 16.
I should leave now before Russia uses her ghost powers and destroys my computer. Did I mention that?
Welcome to Hell
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