Don’t you hate how doorknobs seemed so easy when you were alive, but when you’re a ghost, they just become an annoyance? Me too. Something about being an unreal entity seems to make everything so much harder. It was like losing one of your senses, and learning to adapt, but losing them all at once. Now I think I know how blind and deaf people feel. But they have it way worse off than me. I should not be complaining.

Hannah taught me one good thing about being a ghost: the ability to walk through things. You may not be able to open doors, but that can’t stop you from just walking through them. Awesome party trick. I’ve only seen it in movies and read about it in books, but it was far from fiction.

I was a little nervous about possibly getting stuck inside the door while trying to pass through it. And I hope there wouldn’t be many complications. It seemed simple, and Hannah managed it with ease. But with everything in the world, things always look easier than they really are. Aw, screw it.

I walked through my front door not expecting much. Maybe I wanted everyone to be waiting inside, with the lights off, waiting to yell “surprise!” and swallow me with hugs. But no one was home. If my heart could sink anymore, it would probably by at the bottom on the earth by now. It was not a surprise party and this was not a big joke.

Hannah looked around, examining my house from the front hallway, maybe hoping to see something too. She went ahead and stopped at a low table, where there were a few framed pictures of my Uncle and his cousins.

I didn’t really know why we were here, but Hannah suggested it might make me feel better. I had been balling my eyes out the whole walk here and now I just feel much worse. My eyes were sore and my mouth was dry.

Is this you? Hannah asked, holding out a picture frame.

I walked over to look at it. I was surprised to see that it was me. It was a picture of Uncle sitting on the couch with Barney and I was behind the couch, wrapping my arms around his neck. I was still pretty little and couldn’t quite reach past his neck.

Yep. My uncle and his dog, Barney.

You look the same. She noted, putting it back down on the table. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, so I didn’t reply. She continued to wander around, touching and looking at everything, just as a young child always does when seeing a new place.

But this wasn’t just any place. It was my home. Looking at every single inch of the walls and at every single object in the room, I was able to just a good look at it all. When you live in your house, you are so used to all of it, that you don’t really look at anything too closely. You know there is shelf of books around the corner of your kitchen, but you’ve never read them. You know about the glass clock on the wall of the living room, but never looked close enough at the small, intricate designs on its face. Its the small things you miss the most.

I walked in all the rooms, looking at everything. The cracks in the paint on the walls, the pillows, the paintings, the rugs. Everything I missed the first time. I found a note left by Uncle Henry, telling me he was stopping at the hardware store and would be back home in an hour. I guess he was down at the hospital by now though. For some reason, I avoided my room and Uncle’s, I felt uneasy about going in them. Something about walking through doors made me feel a little sick.

The wind was strong, blowing the back kitchen door open by a crack from the outside. I guess he forgot to lock it again. I slipped through that pretty easily. The yard looked the same. A sea of brown, dying grass, with a maple tree in the back. The winter took away all the green from the grass. I sat down on the doorsteps, watching last few leaves try to hold on to the branches of the maple tree.

I saw Barney trot around the yard, sniffing the grass here and there, shoving his nose down into the dirt. He worked his way half across the yard, before sticking his nose up into the air, sniffing the breeze. He sniffed deeply, then turned toward me. A little hesitantly, he hung his head, but slowly trotted over to the kitchen doorsteps. He sniffed a little more and sat down next to me on the top step. He let his tongue fall out of his mouth to pant, and just stared out into the distance.

Could he sense that I was here? That was strange. I know dogs have a good nose, but how could he smell me?

I pet his back at best I could, touching just his fur. He didn’t seem to feel me because he didn’t react in any way.

Barney? I whispered at him, but he didn’t seem to hear me either. Instead, he started to whine. Then he just got up and trotted off toward the front of the house. I thought he was going to bring me a ball or a toy, but he didn’t come back. Dumb dog. I smiled a little. He never could stay still for more than five minutes.

Natalie, can I ask you something?

Sure, anything.

Hannah appeared next to me, sitting cross-legged on the top step, playing with the fringe of her dress. She was really good at the whole sneaking around thing. I couldn’t keep my eye on her half the time. She seemed to apparate this time out of thin air.

Do you hear them too?

I thought for a second of what she might mean. Them? Who?

They’re calling me. I think they want me. I don’t know who it is, but they call my name. ‘Hannah. Hannah.’ She frowned, and extended a hand out in front of her, as if trying to reach out for something. ‘Hannah, it’s time to go’. And she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

I had no idea what she was trying to tell me. I didn’t see anyone around us. Another ghost? Go where?

Where do they want you to go?

They say its somewhere safe. A tiny smile played on her face. But I didn’t understand.


I think I should go now.
Hannah got to her feet, carefully walking down the steps into the yard.

Hannah? Where are you going? Please don’t... I choked, seeing her walk away from me. Don’t leave me here alone. I could feel my hands shaking when I held on to the railing of the stairs. I can’t even imagine being alone now.

Don’t worry, they say you can come too. Hannah smiled. It wasn’t a sad smile. She was happy. Someone was taking her away from me, and she was happy. Why?


Where they take angels.

Angels. Hannah is an angel. The cute girl I met at Sal’s Pizza. All I could do was stare. No wings, no halo. But she was beautiful. As a person, and on the outside where it doesn’t matter as much. I’m in the presence of a server of Heaven. Even when I blinked, she was still there.

I want to go with her. Can I?

Hannah took my hand and started to walk backwards, smiling up at me.

And in one, powerful moment, watching Hannah walk in the light of the Winthrop sun, I saw her walk the world, as a young girl and a magnificent being, but it was also in that one moment that Hannah the angel, left the earth.

The End

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