A Regular day Gone Totally Strange

For as long as I could remember I’ve worn glasses. My parents always made sure I was wearing them no matter what, even when I slept. Figuring since a lot of people had vision problems, I didn’t think of it being weird. Most parents would like to help anything if they can. At first it was difficult with having to wear them constantly, but after 17 years it wasn’t so bad anymore.


I had the day off from school today, my parents were at work, so the house was all mine for once. After about an hour of reading, I finally decided to get up and get ready for the day of relaxing. I was about to go back to reading when I thought about something rare. I walked back into the bathroom and just stared at myself. I wondered what I would look like without the glasses. I debated whether or not if I should see. I kept having a bad feeling about it for some reason, but what could be the worst thing? That I wouldn’t like the way I look without them, that’s all. I took a couple deep breaths and took them off. I didn’t look at first, but I slowly opened my eyes. I looked… different. In a good way, but so different. I actually like this look much more than with the glasses. My vision was still the same, so then another thought came to me. Why did I have to wear the glasses? I went back and forth between putting them on and taking them off, and nothing. If anything, everything was much more clear and precise without them. I was ecstatic! I loved the way I looked without the glasses, plus I could actually see better. So I thought I’d continue the day free from them. No one was home anyways, so no harm would be done.


It wasn’t until I walked out into the kitchen when I saw someone walk past me. I froze in my tracks with my heart pounding. The man was no one I had never seen before. I didn’t think he noticed me, so I walked as fast as I could back to my room and locked the door. I grabbed my phone and called my Dad. My body was so shocked that my fingers could barely dial his number. Waiting for him to answer felt like an eternity. “Hello?”


“Dad,” I whispered.


“Jenny, what’s wrong? And why are you whispering?”


“I just saw a man in the kitchen.”


“What?! Are you certain you saw him?”


“Yes, he walked past me but he didn’t notice me. I’ve been in my room with the door locked.”


“Okay, good. I’m leaving right now. Stay in your closet, okay?”


“Okay, come quick.” I hung up  the phone and went right to my closet and locked that door. We never had a burglar before so I was never prepared for this. I quietly sat in the closet for about 15 minutes when I heard a car door close. I kept my eyes wide open in the darkness, wishing and hoping it was my Dad. Then came all of the foot steps. It sounded like only one person.


“Jenny?” my Dad asked. “Everything is alright, you can come out now.” I quickly unlocked the closet and then my bedroom door. “There’s no one-.” Ge completely stopped his sentence and just stared at me.


“There’s no one here? But I saw someone.”


“What did you do?”


“I don’t know what you mean. Are you alright, Dad?”


“Where are your glasses?” he demanded.


“They’re in the bathroom. I wanted to see what I looked without them. And you know I can see a lot better without them anyways.” He turned and went to the bathroom instead of responding. I walked after him in confusement. He tried to put them back on.


“You have to have these on!” He almost jabbed me in the eye.


“Dad, I don’t want them. I can see perfectly fine without them. Stop doing this!” I got a hold of the glasses and threw them on the ground, which made the lenses shatter. “I don’t understand why I have to wear them if I can see fine. And I don’t understand why you’re acting like this. It’s almost like you hate the sight of me without them.” I began to feel hurt because that’s what I truly felt like. His facial expression turned mad to compassionate.


“I’m sorry. Why don’t we talk.” I followed him to the kitchen and sat down. “Jenny, you didn’t need the glasses to see correctly.” He hesitated to continue. “They were meant for you not to see.” I raised my brows in confusement. “The man you saw wasn’t real.”


“No, I saw him,”


“That’s not what I mean. Jenny, our family history deals with ghosts and being able to see them.” I began to laugh knowing that this was a joke now.


“Okay, Dad. You got this time.” His face was stern.


“This isn’t a game. This is real life. Was the man you saw wearing a top hat?”




“That’s Arnold. He died in the late 1800’s and has been here for about a year.”


“This doesn’t make any sense.”


“Like I said, out family has always dealt with ghosts. The reason being is because we can see them. We rehabilitate the ones who haunt people so they can cross into the dimension they were originally meant to go to.”


“And why does any of this have to deal with me not seeing them?”


“Your Mother and I thought it would be damaging to your childhood. We wanted what was best for you and that meant you not seeing what you really could. I’m so sorry Jenny. We just thought we would be protecting you from everything.”


“If this is really real, can I see someone?”


“Of course. Arnold, can you come here, please.” Then the man I once thought was an intruder appeared out of thin air right in front of us. “How are you today?”


“I’m doing quite fine. Yourself?”


“Good. I’d like to introduce you to my daughter, Jenny.” He turned to me.


“Good day, Jenny. How are you?” He was very kind and polite.


“I-I’m alright.” I said.


“I see you aren’t wearing your glasses. Did you tell her?”


“I wasn’t expecting to, but I’m glad I did,” my Dad said.


“Well I’m glad you did too.”


“Are you sure about this, Jenny?” I thought about it and it seemed like an adventure that I’ve only read in books. Of course I wanted to do this.


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