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Ghost Stalker - Hoshi

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"Unnie, is that your boyfriend?" a tiny girl pointed at the guy behind me. I fondly shook my head.

"not really." I glanced at him and turned to her again, "I have no idea who he is either."

"Then why does he keep following you?" she asked, her sparkling big eyes filled with curiosity.

I smiled, "He likes my company."

2 years ago, I came across an old, shut off chicken restaurant. There was no one inside, so I thought it would make a great hiding spot. I met him, the nameless guy who wouldn't talk. He followed me and still follows me around. I had told him numerous times to leave me alone, I yelled at him, I broke down and cried, I begged him but nothing seems to affect him. Talking to him was like talking to a wall.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Why do you keep looking that way?"

"is someone there?"

I got asked such questions millions of time. So I came to the conclusion that he's a ghost, and nobody except me can see him. Creepy right?

"He is really tall." she looked up at him, giving him an admiring-sort of look.

"He's not tall." I amended, "We are short."

She giggled. And Then it hit me.

"How can you see him?" I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Am I not supposed to see him?" she asked. I shook my head.

An uncanny girl who can see my ghost stalker was not an everyday news. I could feel his eyes on me but there was nothing I could do.

"Don't tell anyone about this, 'kay?" I asked her as sweetly as I could. Kids are innocent and believe anyone at any give moment. They can forget their encounter with a strange lady who carries a ghost if you sugar-coat every single word. Right?

"Yena! Yena wher⁠-" a woman came rushing towards our direction. Probably her mother. The mother gave me a dark look before snatching her daughter away.

"Good bye, Yena." I said in low whisper. After that, I made a promise with myself that I won't⁠- just won't act like I can see him in public. I was sick of years of people giving me advice to seek help. And yes I did. But the therapist gave up on me, said that it's probably something supernatural. And now I'm stuck with him.