SMOKE (rydon)

Ghosts Aren't Real, Ryan.

chapter 2. Ghosts Aren't Real, Ryan.

i opened the door slowly, to see no one. i walked in and closed thee ddoor. the roomm wass a nice calm turqiouse. part of it,when yoou walk in, is the peach carpet. when you walk in, if you turn leftt, there a corner maybe 5 feet away, with a couch and next too that, anothher corner with a door. why not open the door? i walked over to it and opened. a mastter bathroom!! Fuckinng yes! this is my room. when yoou walk back out and look the opposite from the couch, there's a small partt where the carpet goes up, and there's a tiny two step stairs, leading to glased, bright tan wood floor. i stepped up on it and lookd. there's a small dresser with a tv. nice. then, a twin bed against the wall. oh my god. theres a balcony! yay! littlle glass slide doors with a small balconny over-lookingg the pool. my.room. next to the bed, a tiny walkk in closet, coooool. i ran downstairs and grabbed myy things. "don''t forget your guitar and amp! i will bring them in for you." my mom called as i ran back up to my room. i threw 80% of my things in the closet and put awaay the rest. i turned arounnd, sighing happily. i sat on my bbed,, facing towards tthe balcony, my back facing the closet. suddenly my shoulder got really cold, like someone who's been in the meat freezer for hours grabbed me. i turned around and looked, no one. second time somehing like that happened.... oh well? i guess next time i'll talk to mom. i stood up and jogged downstairs. i grabbed my guitar, amp, and myy laptop in its case.

after getting everything put in my room, i tuned myy guitar. fiirst song to play, an easy one... wonderwall! i started playing, and after 4 messures, hummed the words. but i could hear someone,, sing them..... it was a faint voicee. i stoppped playing and the singer stopped with a 5 second delay. "... hello?" i basicslly askedd out to thin air. no responce. i turned the amp off and put my guitar on the stand, and ran down the hallway, running down the spiral stairs to my moom. "mom, uuh.... i think there's a ghostt in my room" i said, rather sheepishly. "ghosts aren't real, ryan. now go to sleep, it's nearly 12." my mom said. i nodedd and dragged myself upstairs.

yeah, i just need some sleep. ook. i got into my room then under my covers, snuggling them for warmtth and falling ino a deep, blissful, sleep.