My origin story

*I wrote this a few years back for a school project. We had to invent a superhero's origine story and I thought I would show it.*

My name is Mors Susurro. Ever

since I was fourteen, I can communicate with the dead.

Actually, I have to talk to them. There is nothing I can do

to make them stop talking, except making sure the least

people die.

When I was a teenager, my friends and I played ouija. I

still regret going to that old abandoned warehouse. We

didn't believe anything would happen, alas we were so

wrong. We began the game. At first nothing happened,

but soon things got scary . Lights flickering, doors

slamming shut, creepy laughter all around us. Sophie was

the first to break the rules and take her hands off the

board. “I'm sorry guys, this is too much!” She said as tears

fell down her cheeks. She ran off but dropped dead on the

floor. Her brother Sam jumped up and screamed. He

shook her lifeless body but seconds after he fell dead as

well. The pointer moved and spelled out B-E C-A-R-E-F-U-L. My hands shaking, I moved it to the goodbye symbol.

I safely removed my fingers from the game. Although they

were dead, I still could hear my friends voices. “What

happened?” “Why did you do that?” The closer I got to the

bodies, the louder the words. I ran past old machinery and

heard “Thank god technology advanced, right buddy?” He

was talking to me. I couldn't see him but I knew this was

where he had died. I understood that the closer I got to

someone's place of death, the more I could talk with them.

I wish I had a good motive for saving people, but I'm

selfish. I just can't stand all the voices anymore. I just

don't want more people talking. The ghosts could help me

but I don't want to interact with them. I don't get close to but I don't want to interact with them. I don't get close to

people anymore, since they might die and I'll hear them.

The things dead say are anything but peaceful. I guess

I'm still a superhero since I save people, but I don't feel like one. I'm nothing but a death whisperer.