Behind the Scenes (A Zak Bagans story)

Chapter 1

Why am I so ugly? I thought to myself as I looked in my full length mirror.  I hated everything about my body...well except for my ass.  I had a pretty nice round little ass.  But the rest of me.  I hated my long wavy brown hair, my blue eyes, my baby face, my cup A boobs, and my body shape.  I was about 5'2 and weight 108 lbs.  Many people would tell me that I had the perfect body but I couldn't see it.  All I could see was a black blob.  Maybe I should wear more color.  Therefore I could at least be a colorful blob. 

"Skye" I heard my dad yell from the kitchen.

"Coming!" I yelled back.  I could not understand why we yelled.  My door was open and my room was right off the kitchen. 

"What's up?" I asked walking out in mini black shorts, knee high black boots, and a black t-shirt. 

"You putting more clothes on and taking those damn hooker boots off is what's up." 

I looked at my dad and rolled my eyes. 

"I'm not a hooker."

"Those boots say otherwise" my dad said. "You live in Vegas. Not Minnesota."

Where the hell did Minnesota come from? I thought.  Well I guess we did just get back from there. But still, what does that have to do with my boots?

"Still" I said confused "you shouldn't call your daughter a hooker."

"I am not calling you a hooker" my dad said getting irritated "I am calling your boots hookers. Now go back into that room, take them off put on longer shorts or pants, and get ready to go."

"Fine" I said walking back into my room and closing my door. I could hear my dad yell something about changing my attitude but I didn't really pay attention.  

I was putting on a pair of blue jeans when I thought I heard my door open. 

"Dad wai..." I said as I turned around to a closed door. At the same time I glanced into my bedroom mirror and saw a figure of what seemed to be a person.  I thought of grabbing my cell phone off my desk but I knew by the time I got the camera ready on my Iphone it would be gone, so I just stared at it.  It looked like it was about the height of a 5 year old.  It's face looked to be about half of it's height.  I could see one long arm and  two legs. 

Suddenly it flew out of the mirror towards me, knocking me on my floor. 

"Dad!" I yelled in panic. My hands were covering my face. i started breathing heavy.

"What?" my dad asked as I heard my door open.  I then felt his hands on my upper arms.  He started shaking me a bit. 

"Sweetie, what happened?" he asked as calmly as he could. 

"There was this thing" I said pointing to my mirror.  "It was there and then it came here and I fell down and let's go" I got up and started walking towards the garage door as fast as I could. 

"Skye" my dad said catching me "Slow down and tell me what happened."

"No"

"Honey, I need to protect you...."

"Well protect me outside the house" I said interupting him. 

My dad looked at me.  He seemed at a loss on what to say or do next. 

"Skyler" my dad said slowly "you need to calm down.  You know you can't freak out over this stuff.  If you do..."

"I know I know!" I yelled at him, which made him take a step back "They will follow me and won't leave me alone. Well guess what dad.  They do that anyway! It doesn't really matter!"

"Stop!" my dad yelled back.  "I know you got pulled into the paranormal world because I wasn't smart enough to keep you out but that gives you no right to be disrespectful towards me!"

"Sorry" I said quietly trying to hold back tears. I hated it when my dad yelled at me and I was still emotional from my ghostly encounter. 

"Come on, let's go" my dad said calmly.  "You can tell me what happened and what you saw when you are ready to. Just don't hold it in too long."