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My brother has been kicking around Gannon's Boat Graveyard for more than an hour, too embarrassed that he doesn't see ghosts.

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He keeps trying find me, looking in the strangest of nooks and crannies, but he always comes up empty handed.

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He was always a textbook skeptic. If science didn't say anything about it he didn't believe in it. That all changed though, because even he can't deny what happened that day.

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This all started when he and our sister went to the graveyard looking for my grave. When they found it she commented on the fact there was some sort of whisp around it.

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I wasn't there when they came to visit me last time, so she was confused. Would they be able to see me and know i was reaching out?

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she asked my brother if he had seen a whisp but he hadn't. She just shrugged it off thinking that she was just imagining things

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Letting go of the distinct possibility that it was just a trick of the light, they walked closer. Something different perfumed the air- instead of the normal scent of earth and ash, it smelled sweet. Like that one vanilla perfume i used to wear before we all went to church on Sundays.

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as they got closer the scent got strong and i got closer at least to my sister. My brother swore up and down everything was normal. Why couldn't he see me?

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My sister paused as if deep in her thought. Our brother looked worry. Oh no had i done something to make her worry. I just wanted them to see me. I never intended to harm them.

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I couldn't do this anymore. I didn't want to scare them. I told them they needed to leave. My sister said something to my brother and he looked at her like she was crazy. What have I done?

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It had been so long since I'd heard their voices, and yet the last time all those years ago still feels so real. I just wanted that again. they always said my laugh sounded just like our mother's. Part of me wanted to push them away, but in that moment all I wanted to be with them just a little bit longer.

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My sister kept walking to the grave almost in a trance. My brother's voice calling out to her slowly got quieter as mine got louder. she stood in front of the grave and reached out a hand hoping to have someone reach back. When i went to grab her hand i touched the grave. I was gone. I was teleported to somewhere white and misty. Somewhere familiar.

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I can't tell the living from the dead. It's all just blurry light, light smeared like some celestial fingerprint all over the rocks and the reef and the sunken garbage. Olivia could be anywhere.