Dead men do tell tales

Children my age

As she walked down the stairs the usual coldness of the steps was nowhere to be found instead she smiled and walked confidently she wouldn't be hurt by the ghosts. Or at least that's what she told herself. 
The kitchen was cold, the tiling like stepping on smooth ice. A kitchen island placed perfectly in the middle above it hung a metal rack with bronze pots and pans hung from its mesh like surface. Chairs that were more like bar stools found themselves around the circumference of the counter. Another set of counters wound their way around the walls, their tops marble but covered in a layer of dust that was cleaned many times before, dust seemed to settle a lot more in this house. There was an oven in that of the 1920's style, it worked well for most of the time only occasionally burning or undercooking food and in that case food would be ordered.
The house was actually in good condition despite its supernatural inhibitors and constant feeling of being broken. Luna sat at the kitchen island pushing around strawberry slices on her otherwise empty plate the only thing being on it was the remnant of maple syrup and crumbs. "Why don't you go outside today? It's sunny, you can't spend all your time cooped up inside" her mother spoke her tone like a plea and a command at the same time. Luna was used to her mother speaking like this, her father leaving often for work trips made her take on the role of both parents and it meant keeping up a good cop and a bad cop routine, it was a lot, and you could tell from her mother's-tired eyes that it was eating away at her.
"But mum, I have plans today."
"Plans with a good house rules book, I don't know why you annotate and study it so much, you will go outside today and talk to someone your age, I worry for you Luna" There was no point in arguing with her as she was stubborn with what she wanted and received. Reluctantly Lunas sighed and met her mother's eyes contact, "Fine."
"that's my girl, now go and talk to real people, you need to" She smiled slightly the left corner of her mouth raising slightly at her daughters agreement.
Walking down the street with her hands in her jacket pocket and staring at the horizon Luna didn't realise or become aware of the approaching boy. She continued walking blindly like a child playing with a piñata at a party, a blindfold over her eyes.
A collision that would indirectly change the story was about to occur. Luna continuing to walk bumped into a figure that she swore wasn't there before. Stumbling backwards she regained awareness and looked at the person she bumped into obliviously.
Hair deep brown and curling slightly around the edges, eyes like pools of deep honey like the last glimpse of sunlight before night-time with an obvious expression of kindness and sorrow. Freckles scattered haphazardly across the bridge of his nose, his skin pale but clean like perfect wax from a melted candle. His cheeks hollowed in like that of a skeletons. Around his neck was a black cord necklace leading to a glass charm that could contain small items this particular necklace had a pair of wings like that of an angels in the glass container. He wore a plain black t-shirt and black jeans with an old dirt covered air of converse. His fingernails were painted black with gold highlights.
He stared stunned as Lunas stumbled a chain of words resembling an apology sentence, "um... I'm sorry."
He continued to stare his eyes wide before sticking his hand out in a friendly way, "I'm Icarus, Icarus Charles."
"oh, I'm Luna Duce, nice to meet you" She shook his hand after finishing her still quite confused introduction.
"Duce? Like the ones who live in that house on the hill?" In response Luna nodded slowly growing more curious about the boy Infront of her, he seemed to ponder over his words as if picking them carefully in his mind. "Well, I live in the house next to you, down the hill to the left," as he spoke his voice was laced with a tone of explanation, like he was trying to be vague but still get a point across. His eyes filled with the urge for confirmation, that she knew what he was saying.
"Oh, I know that house, we passed it on our way into town." She replied uncertainty threaded into her voice like intricately embroidered roses on cloth.
"Yeah I live with my mum, my dad left when I was a kid." He seemed saddened  by the last bit of his explanation, his smile faded as the corners of his mouth turned downwards.  "Anyways you should come over some time, here's my number" he smile returned to his face as he changed the topic, he held his hand out and in his grasp was a small piece of paper that had a chain of numbers scribbled into it. His right hand was placed on his neck nervously as if he had overstepped by offering his number. Luna let a small laugh from her mouth as she took the number, "Okay Icarus, well do you have anything to do currently?" Icarus looked up while he thought before finally letting out a response "no, why?"
"you can come to mine? If you want to that is."
"sure, let's go" he smiled softly as he held eye contact with Luna. They turned to walk as Icarus kept talking, about himself and anything he could really think about. Luna was finding his expanse of knowledge quite fun to listen to.
As the large oaken door swung open Luna hung her coat up on the coat holder and Icarus followed behind, "You know, this house is supposed to be haunted, that's why no-one has lived here in years." Luna's eyes widened, did he know?
"what a stupid story, ghosts aren't real."
Icarus looked at her and she hoped he bought the quick response, "Fair enough, I mean you are the one who lives here," his voice had the tiniest layer of doubt.
"well anyways, shall I show you around? We can start in the library, it's my favourite place in the house" Luna changed the topic quickly, smiling as if holding back the truth which to an extent she was.
"Sure, I've never actually been in this house before."
"Great."
As they walked up the stairs Icarus felt a coldness overcome him, he'd seen enough paranormal shows to know what that meant. He looked behind him, down the main staircase to the front door and the mirror that had a crack in its right-hand corner. A ghost like shape warped its glass surface, he began to feel his hands shake but pushed forward.  Worrying that if he lost sight of Luna something would happen to him.
"Icarus? Hurry up!" Luna called out as she sped up the stairs. Her hair bouncing slightly with each step. Icarus swallowed some spit was that collecting in his mouth and followed behind.