She wasn’t doing anything at all. I just watched her there, staring at the thin air. I just wish I knew what she was thinking about. Her head lowered, and I think she was giggling.
I heard her mutter something. She hugged her pillow tighter, smiled, then squealed. I couldn’t see her eyes. They were still covered by her bangs. Damn it. What are you so happy about?
Let’s clear some understandings here. I’m not a stalker. I’m just a ghostly little presence who has no idea why he’s haunting this house. I’m actually having fun right now just watching the people inside living here. Especially this one, her name is Michelle Evans, Mitch for short. She’s (probably) the same age as me if I were alive. I just came here just about a week ago and every day since, I’ve been watching her all the time.
“Let me guess. It was that incident a while ago.” I said. I didn’t think she could hear me. She didn’t have the sixth sense thing or the third eye. It was impossible for her to see me, hear me, let alone touch me.
She was probably embarrassed about that incident a little while ago at her school (Which is an exclusive school for girls, by the way). Mitch was her group’s script writer for a performance task. She was well, good at it. And she took the responsibility of being the leader, since the one supposedly was doing nothing but talking to her friends. Mitch did her best with the script although; she had a hard time understanding their part of the topic; the fourth part of the Book of Jonah in the Bible. She wrote what she understood about it. When they presented, her group mates did what she told them, act as high people. They even did it a very creative way to do it. They made paper cigarette sticks (actually, she did that too) and put powder in it so when they blew it, “smoke” would come out.
It was actually funny. One was acting as Jonah and the high people were, you know… being high. Mitch was the narrator/ god. She kept on whispering to Jonah to look angry with her lines and at the same time making the “high” people shut up. In the end, the teacher said it was irrelevant and I could see Mitch’s eyes water. She walked back to her place and hid her face.
That time, I didn’t know why she was crying. I actually thought it was such a low reason to cry over. I got bored too, actually. I stood there looking at her unsympathetically. Then I noticed something, no one was coming over to her. No one was patting her on the back, telling her it’s alright. I came nearer to her. She was crying, but very quietly. It was like she didn’t want anyone to hear.
Any ways, she stood up, went out her room, drank water, and took the family laptop. She started doing these stories she’d always write every night. When I read it, I’m actually hooked. Some are romance; some are more of the action or adventure. My favorite one is her “A New World”. It talks about how people knew when the world would end and no one died. The main character is named Athena. She’s all smart with her 200 IQ and her best friend/sidekick who was like this cool fighter guy. Along with this guy named Zero, they plan to change back the world that the government made look perfect.
I watched her type her story. She was alone at home again. Could she be lonely? I was about to touch her wrist, just a quick touch.
“I’m warning you, DON’T.” A guy’s voice made me turn around. I presumed he was an angel. He does have a pair of wings.
“Why? Who are you anyway?” I asked.
“I’m YOUR guardian angel. I’m St. Gabriel. Seriously, don’t touch the kid.” He said, flapping his wings and floated with his arms and legs crossed.
“Why not?” I looked at him. He didn’t look angel-like. Yes, he did have wings but his clothes were off. He was wearing a blue and white collar jacket along with a sweat band with the same color.
“It’s because you’ll scare her, dummy. When a soul touches a human, it gives off unnatural energy that makes them feel fear. You get it?” He said flapping his wings again and this time he floated to a higher place.
“No.”
“Oh Lord, make him understand PLEASE.” Gabriel sighed.
“Are you sure you got the right soul here? Maybe you’ve mistaken me for another ghost kid.” I said.
“Nope. I’m pretty sure that I’m the right guardian angel for you. I’ve been watching you ever since you were just a little fetus. Anyways, if you can’t understand what I’m saying, feel free to touch her. If what would happen won’t scare you.” He said, finally landing on the floor.
I turned to her again, and held her wrist. Almost immediately, she looked at her hand with wide eyes and shrieked.
“OHMIGOSH. What was that?” she laughed worriedly, pulling up her hand from me and rubbed her wrist. “It felt numb all of a sudden.”
“You must be pretty shocked.” Gabriel said.
Yes. Yes, I was. And I’d tell you that if I can get myself to tell you.
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I'll Be Your Guardian Soul Instead
ParanormalA boy ghost finds the girl in the house he doesn't know why he's haunting, interesting. He doesn't think he has any special feelings but his Guardian Angel says that he has. But NOOO. He doesn't.
