Necromancer

My head hurt. Badly. Monthly migraine.....What my grandmother always told me popped into my head for whatever reason. An odd reason.
"Let's just get straight to the facts! Ghosts are not real." Pffft! Like I believed in ghosts. "But spirits are."
"What?" I looked around for hidden cameras. "Am I being punked?"
"Huh? No, you're no-"
"WILL I GET TO MEET JOHNNY DEPP!?!?!?" I felt her shake me by my shoulders.
"Focus, Child! You are not being punked." She knelt in really close and stared my straight in the eye. "You're a Necromancer."

......A what?




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I stared at her for a while. "A...Necomantser?"
"No, no, no. Ne-cro-man-cer." She corrected me.
"And what is a Necromancer?" I squinted at her. This was utterly confusing.
"A Necromancer," her face lit up, "Is more of a special ability fortold in the body of a mortal, such as yourself. You can communicate with the dead, and if attempted with a strong amount of power, can even rise them!"
What? I guess the expression on my face told her how confused I was.
"You. Can. Talk. Dead." She offered. She sighed. "You can talk to the dead, and you can rise the dead, as well."
"Ooooooooooh! Pfffft, I get it now! Wait. You're kidding right?"




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"No. Not at all. And your training starts today."
"I can't talk to the dead! What the heck are you talking about, Grandma!?"
"You can! You see them all the time."
"I see the living, not the dead!!!"
"But you can see the dead, Young One! You can! You can!"
Grandma was acting nutty. I shook her by the shoulders. "Get a hold of yourself!"
"Just try!!"
Oh god....




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So I tried. "How many people do you see in this video?"
One. Two. Four. Five. Seven. "Seven people."
She looked. "Yes. Seven." She frowned. "How about this one?"
"Nine." Her face lit up.
"There's only six!"
"No. Look in the shop." I pointed and she frowned.
"Aw....Well. Yes. Nine people." She let out a sigh. Crazy old woman. At least I was acting mature about this whole thing. "Well, try this one."
It was a graveyard. Spooky. "Twelve."
Her eyes went wide. "There aren't any people in this video, Young One."
"Sure there are." I pointed them out. She gawked at me. Oh God....
"I can't see them....." Heh? Huh? Heem..Gah? WHATA!?
"Sure you can! They're right there! There's one talking to the camera, for crying out loud!!! Look! Look!" She just shook her head. "Well.....maybe you're just lying! Yeah! You're a dirty lier!" So much for acting mature....





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I put my hands on my hips and turned around with a Hmph! "Liar." I mumbled.
"Child! Listen to yourse--"
"Liar."
"Child, I am warning y--"
"Liar, liar. Pants of fire."
"I will not tolera--!"
"Liiiiiiiiaaaaarrrrrrr."
She smited me. I stumbled back, hand to my cheek, tears welling up.
"B!tch." I mumbled instead.




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