Dreaming of the Flowers
Kat Harvey didn't like too much attention. She had a couple of friends a school and that was enough for her. She knew that everyone had people that didn't like her and that was part of life. At home she had her father. He was often busy with his work but he loved her all the same.
Then there was Casper. He was a ghost but he was her best friend. She knew let the fact he was dead stay in the way of their friendship.
Of course she couldn't leave out the trio. They got on her nerves a lot but they were like family to her.
Of course she did wish that her mother could be there but she knew it wasn't going to happen. Her mother was in heaven and one day she would join her.
The only problem with her life was the attention that had gotten since Debs and Carigien died there. No one claimed the house so Kat and her father got it. The town didn't want a fight with them. They would just have to keep up with the taxes on it. Kat wasn't sure how that was going to happen. The taxes were insane.
Her father had started working with living patients again to try and make some money. At fifty dollars an hour it was starting to come in quick.
The real problem was the press. As soon as word got out there were ghost there reporters started showing up. Of course the trio couldn't resist scaring the crap out of them. Of course that only made it worse. Kat was getting fed with the knocks on the door and reporters that tried to talk to her at school.
Of course nothing prepared her what happened there on a rainy April morning. It was a Saturday and she had to take the garbage to the curb for pick up. She lugged the bags down to the road and headed back to the house. She was on the door steps when she heard a car coming up the drive. She sighed turning to face the in coming car. She half expected to see another reporter's van. She was surprised to see a cab.
It stopped and a beautiful woman got out. She paid the driver and got a suitcase out of the trunk. She didn't look like the people had shown up at the house ghost hunting. She wore a simple long green dress and her hair was covered with a bandana tied as a kerchief. Her eyes were covered with a pair of dark sun glasses.
The driver took off. The woman walked towards her pulling a suitcase behind her.
"Can I help you?" Kat asked folding her hands over her chest.
"My name is Fiona McFadden," she said holding out a hand. "I suppose I should have called first."
"Are you a ghost hunter?" the young girl asked.
"You could say that," she said lowering her hand when the girl didn't take it. "I'm actually very interested in your story. I think they might be family. It isn't a common last name."
"Look," Kat said opening the front door. "You don't want anything to do with these guys. Just go away."
"Four brothers?" Fiona asked quickly. "A tall one with a bad attitude, an overweight one, a stinky one, and a smart one?"
"How did you know that?" Kat asked turning to face her.
"I told you," she said. "I think they're my family. Here."
She dug through her suitcase and produced the photograph of all them together. She handed it to Kat. The young girl looked on in confusion. Who the hell was this woman? How did she know all that? Was she spying on them?
"How in the world do you know that?" Kat questioned. "Where did you get this picture?"
"It's hard to explain," Fiona said. "They are my brothers. That's me on the end."
"Impossible," Kat said trying to hand the photo back to her. "They died ages ago. There is no way that's you."
"I did die," the woman explained. "I died first. I managed to come back to life just recently. Please I want to see them."
Kat didn't know what to do. This woman seemed so serious. She knew details they hadn't released to anyone. But how could she have come back to life? It didn't make sense but Kat didn't seem any harm in at least showing the photo to the ghost.
"Stay here," Kat said pointing to the ground. "I'll show them this."
Fiona didn't say anything but she did nod. Kat walked into the house and closed the door.
Fiona thought of running away but she didn't want to lose her picture. What if the girl was just calling the police? She must have thought she was crazy. What if the ghost in the house weren't even her brothers. She had no idea what to do. She decided the only thing to do was wait and see what happened.
She headed to the kitchen where she knew her father and the ghost were having breakfast. She noticed Casper wasn't in the room. She couldn't imagine where he got off to.
"Who were you talking to Bucket?" her father asked as soon as she walked into the door.
"Another reporter?" Stretch put in. "If it is please tell me they haven't left yet."
"Right!" Fatso said. "Those people scare so easy."
"Actually," Kat said looking down at the picture in her hands. "It was a woman named Fiona. She says that shes family."
Kat handed the picture to Stretch. She wasn't sure why but it felt right since he was the leader of the group.
He started at the picture long and hard.
"What is it?" Stinkie asked leaning to look at the picture.
"I think that's us," Fatso said looking over their shoulders.
"Fiona?" Stinkie questioned looking at Kat. "Did she say how she was family?"
"She said she was your sister," Kat said sitting down at the table. "I think she is the one at the end of the picture. I don't see how she could be though. Shes alive and breathing."
"How can that be?" Dr. Harvey asked. "If there was a way to be alive again you'd think Casper would have found it."
"Fiona," the leader of the group said almost in a whisper.
"Come on Whiskey," the little girl in front of him was saying.
The two of them were running in the field behind their home. Even though she was a girl she was far faster than him. She reached the tree line before he did. Quickly she climbed a tree. She sat on the lowest branch smiling at him. She began to laugh. Her laughter floated in the air and was gentle like sound of bells.
"Fiona," he said climbing up after her. "Ma says we aren't allowed in the trees back here. Bad things live back here."
"Whiskeys afraid of the banshee," his sister teased.
"I am not!" he cried making a face at her.
All the children knew the story of the goddess of death and didn't wonder too far from home.
"Come on you two!" came their mother's voice. "Down out of there. Suppers on the table."
Whiskey climbed down from the tree. He looked up at his sister when she didn't follow. She looked afraid of jumping down.
"Jump," Whiskey said holding out his arms. "I'll catch you."
Without any hesitation Fiona jumped from the tree into her brother's arm.
Stretch snapped out of his trance and looked at his brothers. They were silently looking at the picture. He hadn't had a flashback like that before. His life had always been a mystery to him.
"Is it really her you think?" Fatso asked looking at his brothers.
"Might as well let her in," Stretch said setting down the picture. "At least we get to scare her."
Kat was surprised. She didn't think for two seconds they would truly believe she was their real sister. She pushed away her breakfast and got up from the table.
"I'll tell her you'll see her then," she said before heading to the front door.
Fiona was right where she left her. She was standing on the door step just out of the reach of the rain. She smiled when she saw Kat opening the door.
"Come on in," Kat said waving her in. "The guys wants to see you."
Fiona walked after Kat through the house dragging her suitcase. She couldn't believe that house. It was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. Even during her time in L.A she hadn't seen such an amazing building. She couldn't imagine how her family had come into such money. She'd been raised in a two room dirt floor cottage.
Kat opened the door to kitchen and Fiona walked into the room after her. Kat couldn't believe the woman was really following her. Fiona took off her sunglasses and tucked them in her pocket. Three ghost sat at the kitchen table eating their breakfast. A living man was sitting at the table as well.
"Hi guys," she said smiling at them. "It's me. It's Fiona."
Stinkie and Fatso sat silent in their seats. Only Stretch moved. He floated over to her and floated only a foot in front of her. It was only then that Kat noticed they both shared the same violet eyes.
"Whiskey," she said in a soft tone. "It's you isn't it?"
"Am I going to die?" his sister whispered to him.
Whiskey sat beside his dying sister. He knew she was but he didn't want to tell her so. He held her hand tightly.
"I don't want to go," she said on the verge of tears. "But if I have to go I want you to promise me something."
"Anything," he answered.
"Never forget me," she pleaded.
"Of course," he said. "I'll never forget you."
Even as the words left his lips his sister's hand went limp. Tears burned at his eyes as he watched his sister leave a world of pain and suffering.
"Fiona," he said finally. "It is you. How?"