Approximately 20 years ago.


He didn’t know his name, and he didn’t care what it was either, Kvornan had observed many come and go, over however many years it had been. Some were obviously more freaked, shattered, and shaken when he did what he did to this youth.
Some could take it and some couldn’t. And some, well… he observed this yellow liquid coming out of their pants, shorts, dress, or skirt, while they looked embarrassed by it. He knew what it was, yet he could not recall it, or why it would happen, but on the very rare times that it did happen, he felt, what was the word for it, bad for them? This teen however, seemed to enjoy it, being spooked.
It was so odd, Kvornan thought to himself, as he floated off this way and that, that the teenager kept following him around, and running after him. Then he did something that startled him a few times, popped out of nowhere in a white cloud, right behind him! Kvornan could not take it a second longer. Like a skunk, he wanted no trouble, and he tried to avoid using his defense. If this was his destiny, to be stuck here to haunt this place for the rest of eternity, scaring whom he wanted to scare, so be it. So like a skunk he avoided him; and gave him a warning, his was floating off haunting some other place, he didn’t feel like scaring anyone, at least not right now, he was looking to see who else was here and what other Tricou was out tonight. This teen however wanted it. Fine, Kvornan thought, disappearing, if you want me to scare you so darn badly, here goes. Kvornan suddenly reappeared and did his best ghoulish face, although there was no denying he was having some fun as he blew a big raspberry in the teenager’s young freckled face, before disappearing again to haunt off someplace else again, “Whoo ahh, pppttthhh, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

“Aaah, oh, ohh, that was so cool!” He wasn’t stupid, yet he wasn’t smart as he could be yet, he had many years to go still before the young savant would know everything, there is there to learn. Even if he did learn ‘all there was to know,’ he knew there would still always be many more things to learn. He at least knew enough that if he was going to continue on chasing ghosts tonight to pee frequently, to avoid any unwanted accidents. “Good thing I brought some hotdogs and hamburger patties and buns, not only did that make me need to go a bit, but, made me hungry as well. That was so cool, I wonder if there are any more ghosts out tonight,” he said to himself dashing his head back and forth looking around excitedly for any paranormal type activity, any strange or weird feeling of ghostly activates. Yes! His mind and heart raced with renewed vigor seeing another ghost out! She was at the far end near to the BBQ grill. Calculating the distance without a doubt it was much quicker and better to use a bush, than making a mad dash to the solitude of the washroom and lose sight of this ghost for a quick piddle, that would hardly go noticed in a bush. “I sure hope she will haunt and scare me too,” he giggled running off after her likewise, after doing up his zipper.

Kvornan observed this young teen, his enthusiasm reminded him much of Fricorith, oh how he missed him so. But he was different from all the rest. Sure, he had seen many Knowledge aspirations come and go, but he, this one, was so different, he could feel it. What was it about him that made him so different, to stand out from all of the rest that he had seen come and go in his time here? Maybe he would find out his answer later this night as he continued his haunting, while carefully observing this teen. If he had an urge to do it, he would spook him again, but it wasn’t quite the same nor as fun to do it to someone who wanted to be sacred by a ghost. He however was tricky, he managed to sneak up on the teen, too busy chatting to someone to notice him coming, and nearly make the teenager wet himself, as he laughed loudly as he made moose ears and blew a bigger raspberry than the first time he sacred him, “Ra-a-a-a, ppttthh, ha, ha, ha!”

“Ohh, that was a good one,” smiling deeply, self-satisfied, he beamed, he was quite enjoying it all. Walking off, Sidney the teen had a look at all of the graves. “Hmmm, Ka…Kev…Kav-eron, uh, hmm, Tri- no, tree-no…” He gave up on trying to pronounce his first and last name. “Hmmm, I wonder,” walking off he checked the other grave by the name of Kiernan, with the same last name. He respectfully went into the gated off area where there was 2 other graves. “Jon Smith, well at least you have a normal name, Jennicor, you don’t, really, or at least I haven’t heard that name before. Sorry, ma’am, I don’t mean any disrespect by it though, some outside observer my think my name, Sidney is peculiar. How interesting same last name, though, so I wonder,” running off to the other 2 graves, “Nigh-knee, uhh, boy, huh, well, same last name again. And let’s see, uh Jennail, slightly normal sounding name there, and yes, you’re related, same last name. Hmmm, how very peculiar indeed, it seems you all died at the same time, same date of death. I wonder what happened to you all.”

Kvornan floated off towards the teenager. So, Sidney, is that your name? He wished he could tell him all of what happened. Was he, nope, no, he wasn’t any relation to Jon Smith, but there was something in him that made Kvornan feel as if he could help them. The teen suddenly ran off to his grave marker. Kvornan suddenly realized it then, that this teenager was very different. This young teenager did something no other had done before, ever, he mourned, he was sad, for him and their family, he didn’t know them but was actually compassionate, and kind. A very rare trait to take compassion on someone that you don’t even know and want to help, Kvornan thought. Most people he had seen were selfish and too self-centered to care about anyone else than themselves. No one in all of the years he had been resting here, had ever bothered to checkout their names, let alone mourning for them, he, this teenager, was different.

“Kev…Cov…Kever…,” the young teenager with the exact same hairdo and color as Kvornan scratched his young head, trying to figure out how his first and last name was properly conveyed.

“Ha, ha, it’s okay,” Kvornan ghoulishly smiled, mouth gaped open making his ghost noises as he floated his way over toward the teenager and his plain gravestone, it was getting light out and time to head back, “yes it is a different name. Kvornan, it’s pronounced Ka-vor-nan. Wish I could say it to you to help you pronounce my name right, kid, but I can’t really physically speak to you; I’m not really allowed to do that, sorry, besides, my time is up for the night. I must get back to rest.”

“Sorry I can’t say your name right, wonder if I ever will, but look. I don’t know if you can hear me, but I promise you this, I will find some way to bring you and the rest of your family back from the dead, I will have you resurrected. I’m going to go to College in a few years, when I’m ready, and later on, I can take up a career to get me something to help bring you back alive and well. I will bring you all back, somehow, I vow it.”

“College, what’s this, College, what is that?” What did that word mean Kvornan wondered, listening to him from beyond as he got ready to settle in to his rest. “Yeah right, if you do that kid, I would forever be indebted to you,” Kvornan screeched as he jumped back into his gravestone for the day before the sun rose and a new day began. Only very rarely did he and the rest haunt during the day, after all, it made it much more spookier if they did it at night, more mysterious.

Present day.

“Where are we going,” Candice, Sidney’s fiancée asked as they walked off together.”

“You’ll see, it’s a surprise.”

“If it’s you asking me to be your spouse, you’re too late; I’m already taken.”

“Oh, ha-ha, very funny, say that again, and I’ll have to kiss you.”

“I’m already taken,” she smiled slyly.

He loved her, he was friends with her since his childhood, and they were sweethearts all through their teen years, he could not imagine being with anyone else. Her soft choppy blond hair flew back as he grabbed her in for a squeeze flowed up by some deep throat action. As he wiped his mouth he grinned sheepishly so in love with her. “Before we go can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can, anything.” He could do no wrong, he had his weird ways it wasn’t that long ago that he had went through a Goth type phase, wearing black nail polish, he was a Christian fully, and saved, just like her, but he had a very strange fascination with ghosts and the supernatural. She had a feeling that this question had something to do with that, she knew him all too well.

“I made a promise a vow a long time ago. Me being a, Knowledge aspiration, I love ghosts, so I don’t know about how you would feel about it, being a Family aspiration, but here goes. I want to bring back a few dead people.”

“What, bring back, dead, people,” she said slowly. She had Knowledge secondary, so she could understand having interests in ghosts, she did as well, but to raise the dead, she knew that was only possible with the Grim Phone as it was affectionately called. It was a gamble at best to wish for it if you had gotten a Genie Lamp from the gypsy. The safest stake was the Grim Phone, and lots of money, to pay the Grim Reaper in full to get them back. One thing quickly stuck out in her mind though, the impossibility of doing it here, it was like a countdown until graduation, here, not like back home. With the exception of other Young Adults, it was illegal to do that here at College. “You can’t do it, Sid, it’s not possible, or allowed.”

“I know it will be very hard,” he started half disregarding what she said, “with me not knowing them personally, but. Wait a minute, yes I can, I will be able to, well, maybe eventually, I just have to get a Grim Phone or borrow the Secret Society’s or maybe my mom’s, they’re not that hard to come by you know.”

“I know, but that’s not what I mean, I meant unless they are Young Adults like us, you can’t do it here, it’s illegal, you have to wait until you graduate and make sure you have enough money to do it properly, so you don’t make a zombie out of them.”

“Ohh, I get your point.” Like any couple, they had completely different opinions and different tracts of mind in the way that they thought, that most couples would start a big fight over, without hearing the other one out. Sidney and Candice weren’t like that, they often shared their interests, so they wouldn’t be so caught off guard, with what the other had to say or talk about, but mostly it was their respect for each other and their open-mindedness to each other. Without that, one could get easily into an argument if the other didn’t stop to listen and hear the other one out, long enough to realize they too had a good valid point or opinion. “You’re right, I can’t do it here and right now, I know that, but I meant sometime after graduation after we’re all settled in our new home and all that. I uhh, made a vow to bring this family back from the dead, and I would like to keep it.”

“Ohh, I see. That sounds, knobble of you, foolish maybe, do you know them?”

“No, I’ve just been haunted by them. They’re at the Gothier Green Lawns. They’re all buried there, the Trick-coo-u, family,” trying to pronounce it as best he knew how.

“You’re crazy, no one in this town knows them, let alone how they all died.”

“I know, but I need to keep my promise. I was going to take you there to meet them, so to speak, so you know what you’re getting into with them and me. So I hope you can forgive me but this is something I have to do, I’ve been fascinated with them since I was a teenager. I just feel for them, and their death plight. I can’t explain it all, it’s as if I have a strange rapport with them, especially this one, uh Kev-ron-naan. He’s got a really weird name.”

“If it’s something you have to or want to do, I’ll do my best to help you out with your endeavor.”

“Great!” he said excitedly. “The first thing you can do is to pee.”

“What?”

“Yeah, even if it’s a little bit, if the ghosts are out and they spook you, well, the last thing I want is you to have an accident, so pee.”

“Ohh, Sidney, you’re too sweet, always thinking of others, before yourself,” she said kissing him, “I’ll go, if you go.”

“I was just about to do that. If you do get spooked, you may want to head to the washroom after that, to go.”

It was a mild winter a bit unseasonably warm over at Académie Le Tour that it hadn’t snowed, yet, it was still early winter, but still not that tepid that they couldn’t go out without their outerwear on. However here at Gothier Green Lawns it was already spring time and they soon found that they didn’t really need to keep their outerwear on in the daytime, and eventually changed out of it. “I’ve been here before, but have never bothered to look at all the graves, if I had been a full Knowledge aspiration like you, I probably would have. But thanks to my relatives doings, rather encouraging, my personality, it’s now fully maxed out. So Knowledge wouldn’t be a good fit for me, Family is much more my thing I’ve always been fascinated by children and adored my family right from the start.”

“I thought I was the only one, I would have been like that too, my mom wanted me to be playful, just like her, just to see me slide down the banister. It was fun, but I think grandpa knew that I truly wanted to be a Knowledge aspiration when I was older. So before I was to age to a Teenager he took me aside to encourage, or de-courage rather, my playfulness. He taught me how to be serious by learning how to argue, to help me fix my personally, so I would at least be on even grounds, still playful enough I would enjoy having fun and playing and games, but serous enough that I could love being who I truly am. This is probably what made me choose Family as my secondary aspiration.”

“I chose Knowledge as secondary, only to help me learn and not be freaked out when I got myself abducted. Although I had to windup changing my aspiration, temporary, to that, to get the reward to be abducted, then switch back. No matter how much I had stargazed, it was just not happening for me, even though everyone else had no troubles with it. Probably because I was too playful, I didn’t really like doing it.” Now having a look around she quickly counted them, there were 6 gravestones here. “So, which one is it that you have this rapport with?”

“This one here,” striding over to Kvornan’s gravestone, as the frost-frozen grass and dirt crunched loudly beneath his feet, how he loved the sounds of winter, and hearth of home, even if it was spring time here, it was winter time for them at College. As such, his secondary Family aspiration warmed and touched his heart fully this time of year. “Hi there, I’m not even going to try to say your name because I know I’m not going to get it right, I’ll just embarrass myself doing it. Well anyhow, we both came to pay you a visit. Oh this is my high school sweetheart, Candice Smarty, soon to be Dommosskey, hint, hint, nudge, nudge; know what I mean.” With that, Sidney burst out into giggles of pure joy, “If you don’t, look at the diamond engagement ring on her hand I got for her. We’ve been inseparable sweethearts since our teens. Now I can’t wait to get married, but I do so love being engaged to her.” Suddenly Sidney became very melancholy as did Candice as they both paid their respect for Kvornan.

Kvornan popped out, it was the middle of the day, a bit unusual for a ghost, but there was just something about this kid, he was special. “Hello, Sidney, so nice to see you again,” Kvornan hissed, howl speaking like the wind in his ghost voice, which went unheard to all human ears, that don’t deal with the supernatural, with the exception of haunt scaring which took a lot of ghost energy to do. “I suppose you would like me to scare you, you seem to enjoy it. Wait, you’ve changed quite a bit, you were shorter; a teenager, the last time I saw you, but look at you now, now you’re full grown I see,” almost proud sounding of him, and to see him how he had changed now over the years. Kvornan had heard Sidney speaking and thought it was peculiar, as he had a good look at them, both; yes, they were most defiantly adults, yes, but she and he both had high-pitched teenager voices, it didn’t make any sense to Kvornan. “How strange is it that you still have the same squeaky voice you had when you were a teenager, yet you’re a full-grown adult now. You must be, since you’re engaged to be marred, as you said.”

“We’re both in College, so it will be awhile yet before we’ll graduate, so you’ll have to wait a little longer. I’m sorry, but we can’t resurrect you there at College, it’s illegal, with the exemption of other Young Adults like us. Of course, there’s the other bigger problem of not knowing you, or any of your other family, so, yeah, double stuck there. I don’t know what to do about that. I want to keep my promise to you and the rest of your family to bring you back from the dead, the only problem is, I don’t know you.”

“Young, Adult, is that what you are? How peculiar are you. I guess, that describes you, you are both adults, but yet you still have your young teenage voices.” Sidney’s gait was an odd stride, too, Kvornan noticed, as they had walked off a ways, then did a strange, dance, he realized, closely together, one he had never seen before, but intrigued him. Yes, both she and he were Young Adults, but Kvornan had never seen one before, let alone understood what they were, and what, if any, they had to do with College. “I am sorry too, that I don’t know, either of you, personally, but you seem like you would be a good family friend, something, if I was living; I would love for you to be.” Kvornan got an idea as soon as night fell and Jon Smith came out, Jon Smith’s distant relatives!! He didn’t know them, too personally, but he knew all about them, due to what had happened to them all. That’s when this great idea popped into Kvornan’s head, how he would be able to help not only Sidney keep his promise, but to then be able to resurrect all of them!! “Maybe I can do something to help us both, to keep your promise to me and my family, that is, if you’re willing to listen.” It would take all of his ghostly energy and powers to do this, which would mean that he would have to go back into his gravestone right away, to recharge, but it would be much worth it if Sidney would listen. Kvornan could only try to put in him, the urge, the inkling, to do something, something that he could only hope and guess would work out in the end. Of course that meant that he would have to scare Sidney to do it, something both he and Sydney didn’t mind. He waited, until they were both, ready, observing something that answered, slightly, a question, that he pondered before. When they first came here, they too had strange garments on, as did he, which later they took off, and now as night fell they put them back on. This only half answered the question, which was, this was something new, but also, normal. This also, left him with another question, why? This in turn, left him with more hope, that soon he might get all of his questions answered, soon enough. “Here goes, please let this work, I would so love to have my family back again alive and well.” Going invisible, Kvornan jumped out in front of Sidney, scaring him, as he put his hands up to Sidney’s head to put the inclining into him. He wasn’t allowed to possess him, Sidney was saved, and therefore he was untouchable. Had he not been, Kvornan would have possessed him, to get him to do exactly what he had in mind to do, nothing evil at all, he wasn’t that type of ghost, or when he was alive, evil, but would have done it, if only to help his family out, something Kvornan was desperate to do. “Aahh-a-ha-a-ah, ha-ha-aahaa,” he yelled out, it was excruciating to him put the inkling into Sidney’s head, especially with Sidney being saved, but it was well worth it, if it worked. God’s just punishment for the idea of possessing Sidney to get him to do what he had in mind, then leaving him, fully-unharmed, just to try to have him and his family resurrected. Albeit true it was unfair what had happened to their family, and then, that they all had died the way they had, in the prime of all their lives, but God was also just in punishing him for his disobedient thoughts. Kvornan knew he was only allowed to spook and to haunt, but not possess anyone, especially those saved Sims. That was left, only, to the truly evil Sim Spirits, who still could only attack only the living unsaved souls, which, thankfully, weren’t haunting here. Although he and his family were gothic, in appearance, they were all good Sims, and were in their reward, still a bit unhappy about their lives, and deaths, but yes, all in glory.

“Ahhh, gee, ohh.”

“Sid, are you okay, what happened?”

“Yeah, sigh, fine, I just got spooked by Kev-er, uh, by that ghost I have a rapport with. I think he ‘likes me,’ he sure likes to scare me the most out of all of his family here, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, hee, ah. My guess is that he’s probably a witty person, and a good joke teller, and probably very playful. No wonder why he likes to spook me, not that I mind, so long as I don’t get too surprised by it and wet myself.”

“Yeah, that would be embarrassing.”

Sidney didn’t seem to respond, as he just stood there and started hugging and kissing and eventually making out with Candice, and chatting away about stuff. “It failed, no, I failed,” Kvornan sighed exhausted now from the effort he had put in, as he jumped back into his gravestone, it seemed that Sidney never heard him, and he wouldn’t be able to try it again for quite an exceptionally long time, if at all, after what he learned from this experience. “No, ohh, I thought you were the one who would be able to help me, and my family out,” he wailed out as he jumped into his gravestone to rest once more, exhausted from trying, and upset it hadn’t worked out.