Do you believe in ghost, spirit, supernatural things or even life after death ? I personally don't believe it. I saw death everyday and I never experienced anything related to the other side. I worked as a mortuary make up artist, I basically live among the death. And even though I don't believe in ghost and their friends I like to watch something horror or just scary, sometimes also read some creepy pasta works, because it makes my adrenaline go crazy. Love that feeling.
"Hey! We got new corpse in. Murder victim, badly wound on torso and multiple scars on body, also broken hand. Male, 23. John doe by the way." A man came with the corpse cover in the bed. "Okay, thank you." I said.
I open the cover, it reveal a man with pale skin.
'Yeah,He is dead. '
'What a waste his face is like a sculpture. Totally my type.'
I examined his scar and everything, where to fix the part that is broken or open. So he will look good as he is alive.
'He got a nice muscles'
I touched that nice shape of six pack that he have. 'What kind of workout he did ? He really took care of his body.'
After I wrote all the thing that need to be FIX, I started to do my job. I sew the open scars from his murderer and autopsy. Then I put my best skill to cover it and did natural make up because he already looks good without one but just to make his face doesn't look like dead person.
I applied my brush and drew on his face, while admiring his facial features. He have a mole under his mouth and couples on his cheeks. His lips are small, he have a lot of earrings.
'Maybe I should take this off'
I took out his earrings and put it on a zip bag. And also the things that really catch my attention is his sleeve tattoos.
'Is he some kind of gang member ? Maybe that's why he died this way'
'Seriously, what a waste'
All done, just need to put a good suits for him. On the report it says he have no family or relatives, so I chose the outfit by myself. He won't be buried until someone claim to know him and take him, but if theres no one come for him within one month he will be just buried and no ceremony.
'Poor him'
The clock on the wall tell the time, '12 o'clock' .
Right on schedule, I clean all the tools and get ready to go home. I turn off the lights and lock the door.
The road is already empty, wind blowing making my body chill. I wish I could buy a car, it would be easier to go home at night.
Sleep. I need sleep. Already arrived at my condo, washed my self and ready to go to sleep. HEAVEN. My bed, soft and full of pillows and fluffies. I jump to the pool of softness and fell a sleep soon.
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I woke up by the loud sound,'What's that sound ?'
Theres something in the kitchen, is it a burglar ? I'm kinda confused, my room is on 10th floor, what kind of burglar went to 10th floor.
I took the room broom thats lying next to my bedroom door.
'I hope theres only one person'
'Should I call the police?'
'Let's check it first' Maybe this is stupid decision, if its really a burglar who have weapon with them definitely I will die with broom on my hand.
I sneak to the kitchen finding my refrigerator door open. And theres someone looking for something inside it. I cannot see him properly he was behind the refrigerator door.
'Is he only here for food?'
'Why bother to went up here, to 10th floor???'
'Should I knock him out ?'
'Maybe, here's goes nothing'
"HyaaAaaaaaa" I screamed while putting my broom up to hit him. But the broom went through him.
"What the hell?!" He said.
THE BROOM WENT THROUGH?
"What the hell are you??" I said still looking at my broom confused. Is this broom broke ?
"Well... can you see me ?" He asked.
Why he is asking such a weird question? Of course I can see him cleary even with only the moon light shining through him.
Through
Through
Through....
"What the hell in seagull name are you??? Why everything goes through you ???" I started to panic. All of these horror and thriller movies watching experience aren't helping at all when I see something as real as this.
"Are you a GHOST??"
He click his tongue and wink. "That's right!" Then he gulped the banana milk he took from my refrigerator. "Ah I miss this taste."
Wait, he look familiar. That face, the face that I just saw today.
He is the john doe that I just fixed.
"Aren't you the one at my mortuary ? The murder victim ? Aren't you dead ?"
"Yeah thats right, still dead last time I checked. And thank you for fixing me by the way." He cheers the banana milk.
"Uhmm.. your case. How did you died ?"
"Ah thats right, that fucker. Argh I fucking hate this." He ruffled his long hair with a blue highlight at the end of it.
"Are by any chance you were a gang member ?"
"Hahahha, almost right. I am actually an assassins. And my fucking trusted friend killed me on the action because someone from the rival of someone who hire me paid him to do so. Piece of shit, shouldn't had take him with me." He crushed the empty bottle.
"So... Why are you here ? Are you going to haunt me ?" I asked still can't believe I saw a ghost in front of me.
"Meh, I saw you fix me and because I cannot go to heaven or hell, I thought why not I live with her. And nice place you got here." He walk to the sitting area and took his place.
Wait he saw me fix him ?? Then he must have saw me touching and admiring everything about him. Oh gosh this is embarrassing. I never thought I will see the ghost of someone I fix. I hope the others didn't saw what I did to them, nothing bad I did though just embarrassing.
"Aren't you supposed to be scared of me ? Or are you those ghost hunter freak or you see ghost everyday because you work at the death peoples home ?"
"Well I was a bit scared went that broom went through you. And I never see a ghost before, you are the first one. " I haven't move from the place I tried to hit him.
'Why did I talk with a ghost?'
'Am I still dreaming?'
'Why you just realise this??'
"I see. What's your name darling?"
'Darling? Gosh this ghost is something'
"Uhm, its y/n. Yours ?"
"Ah yes you only know me as the John Doe, it's Jungkook. And can you tell your boyfriend to stop glaring me."
'Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend.'
'Did he mean theres another ghost here ?'
"I don't have.."
"You should fucking go from here you heaven trash." Suddenly a sound came from behind me. A low voice, a man.
'What is happening ?'
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Who do you think Jungkook saw ?
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Fanfiction"Are you a GHOST??" He click his tongue and wink. "That's right!" Then he gulped the banana milk he took from my refrigerator. "Ah I miss this taste." Wait, he look familiar. That face....
