The Martinez Mafia

Chapter One

Every child has The Sight, the ability to see the supernatural, the ability to see beyond our world. Children are innocent so The Sight comes naturally to them. So if a child is saying there are demons in his room, there are in fact demons in his room and you should listen to that child and get the hell out of that house or invite a specialist to cleanse your home.

Children do eventually grow out of the sight. As soon as they grow older the sight leaves them, well not all children, for some kids the sight stays with them forever. They see ghosts and demons till they turn ninety. 

A child's imaginary friend is just a friendly ghost friend they made along the way but of course, adults think that friend is all in the child's head. 

I had the sight as a child, I would play with ghost animals and run from violent ghosts who threatened to kill me if I didn't stop disturbing their peace. But then I lost that sight at the age of ten. I could no longer see my ghost friends and my mom had explained to me that it was a part of growing up. She does not believe in ghosts at all. 

I didn't want to grow up, I wanted my friends back. Why were they disappearing before my eyes what does my growing up have to do with the fact that I can't see my friends again? I was sad hectic and I was panicking. 

Billy and Grace are twins from 1914, they died at the age of nine and they said that they were killed by their uncle who was possessed by a demon. But of course, no one thought of that people just thought him a madman.

Billy and Grace were my best friends. We'd do all the things normal kids did. Play hide and seek or tag and have tea parties. Our friendship had been going strong for years. It was when I grew older than them that I began to notice their image disappearing before my eyes. They explained that the sight was leaving me because I wasn't chosen by the gods. I wanted the gods to choose me. I didn't care about the power that came with being chosen I just wanted to be able to see my friends again. 

But of course, something happened. I died. My death got my sight back. 

I was at the beach playing with the sand while my mom was on the beach chair enjoying the shade. She warned me not to go too close to the water but I didn't listen and of course, the water stole me and carried me like a weightless feather in the air but this time I was in the ocean. 

I remember forcing myself to get to the surface, battling the tide but it was winning. I cried for help while the tide drew me back in. I remember giving up and inhaling water. It was a painful experience. It felt like I was swallowing nails. 

Drowning? I do not recommend. 

And then I saw her, death ready to take me away from the land of the living she was so beautiful, death was painful but beautiful. I was looking at a goddess reaching out to me. But then that goddess disappeared. I couldn't see her anymore. 

The next thing I knew I was on shore blurting out water. 

"She's alive!" the hot lifeguard yelled and my mom kneeled next to me and wrapped me up in a hug. That woman was filled with mixed emotions. She was both angry and relieved that I hadn't died. 

"I told you not to go near the water," she said in my ear. "I'm never losing sight of you ever again." 

"I'm sorry Mommy."

"It's okay sweetie." I look around me and I see the look of relief on a lot of people's faces that I hadn't died. Wow, even strangers were happy that I did not die. Well, I was a little girl and the thought of a little girl dying is disheartening. 

It was after that encounter with death that I saw that my best friends weren't wavering away. They told me that it was because I had died and come back to life now I have one foot in the land of the dead and the other in the land of the living. They call people like me an in-betweener. An individual chosen to solve matters in the supernatural world.

I honestly didn't care about all that, all I cared about was seeing my friends again. 

As the years went by I grew older than my friends. Well, they are older than me technically but they don't look it, they're older because they've been on earth longer than me, but they're stuck as children forever. I still see ghosts and the supernatural world but turns out that all that wouldn't have mattered because I was moving from California anyway leaving my best friends behind. 

They could easily come with me to another state but the thing is they have to use this supernatural mirror that allows ghosts to jump from one place to another, and that mirror is really hard to find.

I'm fourteen this time.