𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞

Chapter 6

As I followed Carter into the house, every step I took had me feeling more guilty. I was invading this family's privacy, but at the same time...who would I tell? Other dead people?

Ghosts haunted people all the time, they wouldn't even know I was here.

The layout of Carter's house was almost the same as mine. The living room was separated from the kitchen by a large marble counter and there was one room downstairs. There was the same long hallway that led up to stairs that went to the second floor.

The only thing that seemed different was the decorations and furniture. My house was more comforting to be in, this house seemed cold and sleek with its modern furniture with a white, grey, and black color scheme.

I followed Carter through the house and saw a blonde woman sitting at a dining room table, typing on a computer.

"Carter. Please make sure to clean the house tomorrow. I'm having a small gathering," he said as she typed on her computer.

"Okay, mom," he said in an irritated tone. His green eyes crinkled at the sides and I studied his freckles with a small smile.

As I turned to follow him I bumped into a large vase that fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces.

How the hell?

I froze as I realized I was responsible for the damage to the vase and I was shocked that I was capable of even touching it.

"Seriously Carter? I paid thousands for that," his mother yelled.

His brows furrowed as he walked back to the mess I created. "I didn't even bump into anything."

"You obviously did. Just clean it," she said as she shook her head.

He swept up the mess and threw it away then proceeded to leave again. I followed behind him more cautiously this time, making sure I didn't touch anything.

I followed Carter into a small dark room that was dimly lit by a lamp in the corner. The room had grey walls and in the middle stood a bed with navy blue covers. A small table filled with papers and a computer was sitting in the corner and his walls were lined with posters of bands I had never heard of.

Carter sighed as he threw himself back onto the bed and I let out a small giggle as I watched him.

I tried to walk over to a chair nearby but I ended up tripping over a weight on the ground and I hit his bedroom floor with a large thud.

"Keep it down, Carter!" His mother yelled from downstairs.

He shot up on the bed and looked around his room frantically and I carefully crawled away slowly in an attempt to be discreet.

"Who are you?" He asked in a scared voice.

I froze at his question and I turned to look at him.

Can he see me?

I followed his eyes and found him looking at something on the top of my head. I reached my hand on the top of my head and pulled off a sock and his eyes widened.

"Am I being haunted...or should I say ghosted?" He said with a nervous laugh. "Don't mind the corny jokes."

"What the hell," I muttered to myself in confusion. Who jokes like that? But more importantly, how could I be so careless? Actually no, how is this remotely possible? I was using zero energy yet I was touching everything here.

"I swore to myself I would never do this," Carter began out loud. "But my curiosity is getting the best of me. No one may be here and I might be going crazy, but I have to know."

Carter stood up from the bed and carefully walked to his closet. He rummaged through it and pulled out a flat box and set it on the floor.

He crossed his long legs and opened the box, pulling out an ouija board. I scoffed when I realized what we were about to do and I shook my head.

Hell no.

He set up the ouija board and began asking questions.

"Is someone there?" He asked as he looked around. "Anyone?"

I remained on the floor and watched him in disbelief. No way was this guy trying to speak to a ghost...on an ouija board. Has he watched any ghost movie in existence? His stupidness baffled me.

As he sat there longer I could tell he began losing hope for a response and he shook his head. He moved away from the board slightly and I suddenly found myself moving towards it. I couldn't let him think he was going crazy...plus maybe I could use someone to talk to.

I sat across from him and dragged the planchette to my answer: Yes

His eyes snapped to the board when he heard it move and he grinned at it, showcasing his beautiful dimples.

"Well, hello there."