Deathly Love

Ghost?

Rose's POV

I woke up with a start for the second time that night. I felt like there was someone in the room with me. My eyes flew open and grabbed the thing closest to me. It was my pocket knife that I kept on my bedside table. I waited a few minutes until my eyes adjusted to the dark and tiptoed to where I felt the person was. I was scared because nobody should have been able to get in without tripping the alarm and plus my door and windows were locked. All these precautions were all because of an ex boyfriend who was an abusive drunk.  The night after I broke up with him, he snuck through my window piss drunk and dragged me out of bed. He hit me hard and my screams alerted my neighbours who called the police much to my relief. Since then I was much more careful. 

I looked closely at the person and saw it was James. "How the hell did you get in here?!" I exclaimed, pointing my knife at him. "If you don't tell me, I will kill you!"

He stood there and laughed. "You can't kill me." 

"What do you mean I can't kill you?! I'm strong enough! How dare you!" I exploded angrily, storming at him and slashing with my knife. The knife went right through him. I tried again but got the same result. 

"I wasn't saying you weren't strong enough." James said, just standing there with his arms out. "I was saying you couldn't kill me because I am already dead."

"Really? So you're like a ghost?" I asked, leaning against a wall to relax. The effort had tired me out. 

"I'm not like a ghost, I am a ghost." James said simply. I was quiet. I had known there was something weird about James, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I was curious about only one thing. I wanted to know how he died but I wasn't about to ask because I didn't want to be rude.

"I know you want to know how I died. You don't have to ask because I will tell you. That's when he launched into the saddest story I ever heard.

James' Story

I died when I was 18 and in high school. There was this teacher that was always really mean to me but nice to all the other students. I couldn't figure out what his problem was because I was one of the quietest and hard-working of his students. The teacher lived right next door to me and a few days before graduation, I was outside, mowing the grass. The teacher was sitting on his porch and he gave me this creepy smile. I tried my best to ignore him but he was really starting to creep me out so I went back into my house. That night, I woke up to my parents' screaming. The screaming continued for 10 minutes and then stopped, just stopped. Footsteps started to my room and I tried to hide in my closet but wasn't quick enough. It was my teacher who had killed my parents and was now about to kill me. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled until I was on my tip toes. I tried not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream but could not resist yelping as he twisted.  He tortured me until finally my body couldn't take it and my soul just let go. He dropped me like it was nothing and walked out. My soul was out of my body now. My whole family was dead.

Rose's POV

I was in tears by the end of the story. "That is such a sad story!" I cried, hugging myself against the horror of the story.

"And the worst thing is, he was my parents' friend." He whispered.

"That's horrible. Did they find the murderer? What was the name of the teacher?!" I asked, hoping that he hadn't gone to the same high school I had worked at.

"Mr. Westfield. And no the police did not find the killer." He said, his head hanging sadly from reliving the story he just related to me.

"Mr. Westfield?!" I exclaimed. "He still teaches at the high school! Am I in danger?" I asked.

"You might be. Is he mean only to you?" He asked, looking up at me, concerned. I nodded mutely.

"Then, yes you are in danger. If you could excuse me, I must be going." James said quickly and he floated through the wall.

"Wait!" I exclaimed, my hand stretching out toward where he disappeared. He was gone though.

"Odd." I whispered to myself.