Hi, guys, this is a new fanfic I made. I hope you like it. This is my third fanfic (my second is Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends crossed with Lost).

Chapter One- Package for You

Since my twelfth birthday, I had this cool little wristwatch that my great-grandfather left to me after he passed away. There is a rumor about it that it let my great-grandfather see spirits. Until I received this watch, I didn't believe in ghosts. Receiving this watch changed my life forever; this is my story.

When I was younger (about eleven), I wanted to be a fashion designer. I would look in the mirror and physically see a girl with unruly dark brown hair- a trait I got from my great-grandfather- and stone-blue eyes. However, in my mind's eye I had golden wavy hair, with hot pink narrow stripes, with the most beautiful hazel eyes. Physically, I had navy glasses and braces, so I looked like a nerd. In my mind's eye, I was perfect.

I loved going to my great-grandfather's to hear stories of his childhood. He never talked about spirits. When he died around the time I turned twelve, I was devastated.

"This is the worst birthday present I have ever received," I shouted (in tears) when my grandmother broke the news. This was a week before my twelfth birthday. The funeral left me in more turmoil than when I heard that he had gone. That, my friends, was the crown of my misfortunes. (My parents and twin sister, Catherine, died in a car crash a few days before I turned seven years old. I was the sole survivor.)

But the next week, even on my birthday, I was still mourning. Grandma canceled my birthday party a few days before because I was an emotional wreck. I was always an emotional wreck since my parents' death- I got PTSD. My great-grandfather's passing made it worse.

"My dad was a good man, Tia, but he never told me about spirits, either," Grandma said when she heard the rumor about his watch after his passing. My name is Natia, but everyone calls me Tia. That bugs me.

About a week later, the day my birthday fell on, July 7th, Grandma came upstairs, saying that I received a package. (I spend my free time in my room.) She held the box in her hands, which looked six inches long, four inches tall, and four inches wide. That was ninety-six cubic inches. I may have looked like a nerd, but not my entire mind was despair and turmoil; I was geeky on a good day.

"It has no return address," Grandma said, "but you can open it." On a sticker on the top it says in fancy lettering:

NATIA ADAMS-HARSO

64 CASTLEHORN STREET

SPRINGDALE

I open the box and in it are two smaller boxes and an envelope. I thought they were presents from friends. On the envelope were these words: READ ME BEFORE OPENING ANYTHING ELSE!

It was in the same lettering as the sticker.

I opened the envelope and there was a letter that said:

"Dear Natia, I hope you received this letter on your birthday. I wish to give you a gift before my passing. Inside the longer of these boxes is my most prized possession; I want you to have it. It will help you solve all of your problems. In the other is my (how can I say this?) butler. He will explain everything.

If your grandmother asks any questions about it whatsoever, say that it's just between her and you. Tell her everything if questioned; don't be afraid, just tell her.

My strength fails me. Do not tell your grandmother unless asked. Open the smaller box. I will always be with you inside your heart. -Great-Grandpa"

The letter made me cry. He had taken the time to write a letter just before his death?

…A letter for me?

Now, the butler part freaked me out. I followed the letter's instruction, and a cloud of indigo dust filled the entire bedroom. I gotta find the door and lock it!

Coughing and hacking, I found the door blindly and locked it. "What is this, some cruel joke?" I wheezed. At that the dust gathered in one place in the air and then a sun-bright flash. I had to cover my eyes to prevent blindness. No jokes there!

The flash subsided. I nervously uncovered my eyes, not even expecting what the heck I saw. This white ghost thing with a black mask-like band between its large eyes, a wisp on top of its head… or body, I couldn't tell… and on the bottom of it. The bottom one billowed, and the ghost had thin arms with mitten hands.

"Why, HELLO, Natia, I am Whisper, your great-grandfather's former butler. Well, now I am YOUR butler. I was DEVASTATED at his passing." It takes out a hanky from God-knows-where and blows its nose (I don't even know if it even had a nose).

I eyed the letter and then the ghost, Whisper, as it had said.

"Oh, THAT? I wrote that on behalf of your great-grandfather. Now open…"

He paused. "THE LONG BOX!" He shouted with major dramatic effect. I eyed the box and reached for it.

So how do you like Natia? Her name is pronounced nuh-TEE-uh, BTW. She has a sad back-story, too (sad face). So, please review and I'll see you in the next chapter! Check out my other stories, too!

Imaginary On The Island (FHFIF and Lost)

Dork Diaries 11: Tales From a NOT-SO-Average Transfer Student (Yo-kai Watch and Dork Diaries)