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You had no clue what your parents were thinking when they decided Amity Park would be the perfect place to start over. Considering they had stable jobs as professors at your old local university and one part time engineer for NASA, you were shocked with the news to move stating they had better job offers in the city. You really didn't feel like you had a choice in the matter, so you kept quiet. Saying goodbye to your friends was tough like any moving away scenario with promises to visit on occasions and keeping in touch.
You sigh unconsciously when you saw the Welcome to Amity Park sign. Your grandfather in the passenger seat heard the huff coming from behind him as he glanced at you then looked at your father in the driver's seat. He grumbled a few things something like 'the kids had no choice' or 'we could have stayed while they worked.'
Before your father could retort, you spoke up. "Papa, please," you called to your grandfather, "this is probably the best choice for us to stay together."
Your grandfather sighed, "I know, darling, but you had no choice but to come. It's not fair to you and Emily."
He gestured to your little sister sitting next to you. Her head bobbed to the movements of the car indicating she was asleep and you knew she has been a while back from the long ride. He was right. Being Emily starting in middle school, it won't be as hard to make some friends since almost everyone didn't know each other. Plus, she was outgoing so you know someone is bound to hang out with her.
But you were in the middle of high school, starting your third year soon. You're not going to know anyone. You weren't exactly an extrovert like your sister, but you had a lot of people skill from your psychology classes and debate clubs. You sighed again and closed your eyes when you felt your body tense from the anxiety building up. There was no way you were going to survive this semester if you were just stressing about your peers. You just decided to focus on studying and make some friends on the side.
You didn't realized you fell asleep until your father stopped the car in front of a two story house with a front yard where you jolted awake. Your sister besides you groaned and rubbed her eyes awake. She came close to you and laid her chin on your shoulder to see outside of the window with you to look at the house. It wasn't something impressive, but some work on the cosmetics should be able to make it look more modern.
The moving van was already in the driveway with its end open. Your mother being the one driving it with your Great Dane as she came outside the house to greet the rest of her family. Your sister lifted her head when you opened the door with a click to step out. Your muscles and joints aches to be popped as you stretched out the kinks. Your sister followed suit but soon stopped when the giant dog came running out and greeted her. You walked up to your mom with your dad following behind and gave her a hug in greeting. Your dad exchanged a peck on the lips with her after you released her.
The arrangements went like this after picking out the rooms to stay in; you and your father would carry the boxes and furniture inside while your grandfather, your mother, and your sister cleaned any dust and start unpacking the living room areas. You agreed since you didn't want your dad to be the only one pulling his back. Emily would occasionally carry the lighter loads, but that's all your father would allow.
It got to the point of your dad needing to take a break, but you wanted to get as much done before calling it quits for a takeout dinner. Boxes were the only things left and you intended to finish before sun down. You lifted yourself up on the truck to get into the back of the storage unit.
You were just about to lift the medium sized box when it began to glow. You flinched away as you saw most of them did the same. Stepping back back a few, the glowed boxes began to float. You wondered what supernatural being was doing this since you knew this was not normal. You ducked and cried out when they flew right past you and out of the truck.
You peeled your head out of the storage unit to see a man in overalls in the streets. You guessed it was a man from the way it looked, but the boxes floating around him while his eerily glowing self was hovering above ground told you otherwise.
He spotted you and grinned wickedly. Your breath hitched while you felt the goosebumps ride your skin. You were too frightened to even shiver at chill crawling on your spine. You were sure that you were awfully pale if you looked in the mirror.
"Beware!" his echoing voice would ring.
You cried out in response which made him laugh wickedly from the reaction as his hand glowed. He motioned his hand towards you and the surrounding boxes followed his direction. You covered yourself by crossing your forearms over your head and preparing for impact by the speeding boxes.
"I hope there isn't any glass plates in there," a voice called out.
The impact never came and the sudden voice made you open your eyes and looked up. Something black and white came flying by knocking the boxes from their paths. Something green blasted some others away.
A boy who looked to be your age floated down in between you and the man with overalls with his back towards you. All you can tell from him is his brilliant, white hair, but even then, you can tell he was similar to the man in overalls. The man who terrorized you didn't seem to happy with the new comer as he growled and the echo made you tremble a bit.
"I am the box ghost," he said, "and thanks to this moving truck full of them, I'm able to bring you to your doom."
The boy glanced back at where you were and you were able to see his neon green eyes. You were memorized by them for a bit only to realized he was looking behind you at a couple of boxes that had no affect from the 'box ghost' powers. You wondered why to yourself and finding the sudden urge to move and open them while the boy kept the box ghost busy.
From the sounds of it, the boy was struggling a bit, grunting out his frustrations about too many boxes and being overwhelmed. He had some witty banter as he tried to insult the ghost in overalls only to be knocked on the side of the truck from what you heard on the inside. You ignored the need to flinch and hiss at the pain he just went through and continued what you were doing.
Instantly, you face lit up when you saw the antiques and scrolls of prayers your grandfather packed. He retired from being a pastor at the church he used to go to, but he always kept somethings in case he ever needed them. You could say he wasn't wrong since the boxes that they were in laid completely still.
You dug through the box to try to find a prayer on possessed items. When you finally found it, you rushed back to the opening and saw the fight still going on. You focused on the boxes that were floating and said the prayer. Soon, the boxes fell with a hollow sound coming from them when landing on the ground. The box ghost shouted in worry when his powers didn't work anymore. The white hair boy looked at you and smiled gratefully before pulling out a—thermos?—and sucking the box ghost in it. He caped it shut and landed on the ground next to your boxes. There were at least ten of them and began picking them up.
You watched as he simply smiled at you. You cautiously stepped out onto the ground as he began stacking them.
"What...was that?" you finally managed to ask, still not too sure about the boy himself.
He was still smiling kindly as not to show any hostility towards you. "You must be new," he added after you rose your eyebrow and staring at him baffled, "that was the box ghost as he said so himself, but key word ghost."
Oh my God, you thought.
"They're real," you questioned. Your jaw dropped but you covered it with your hand. He chuckled at your reaction as he finished stacking the boxes neatly. Your attention went up to him as you realized, "Are you a...?"
"Ghost," he finished, "yeah, but I'm not like him. I actually fight ghosts."
"Like a ghost hunter?"
"Nah," he waved it off, "that title has already been taken." You furrowed your brows in confusion. You opened your mouth to respond but he continued, "Good thing there was just clothes in there. I would hate to see how mad your folks would be after seeing their fine China into pieces."
"Yeah," you sighed after what felt forever since you can breathe, "thanks for the save. I honestly wouldn't know what to do since I've never seen ghosts before."
He shrugged sheepishly while keeping the charming smile. "You're welcome, besides, its my job. And if it weren't for your quick thinking, I would have to destroy your boxes."
They were a bit tethered, but you knew what he meant and you silently thanked him for not having to pick up your underwear in front of the whole neighborhood.
He began to float when he saw the mess was picked up. He saw you step back a bit, still not used to having ghosts around. His gaze lingered on you as he smiled. "I'm sure I'll see you around," he waved goodbye.
You waved back and finally managed to smile a bit, "If attacks like that are frequent, I'm sure I'll see you around too."
He let out a quick laugh before flying away and disappearing towards the sunset.