A Ghost's Touch

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There was the faint sound of the front door unlocking, a sound she hadn't heard in a long time. Rushing down the old steps, Soo-Yun waited for the door to swing open and reveal who was on the other side.

When it finally did, standing in the doorway was a young man, who was carrying a hefty stack of boxes, and even more boxes could be seen on the front porch. Stepping inside, he walked along the creaking wood floors and set his things down in the old living room.

Standing back up, he gave the room a sweeping glance before going back outside to get the rest of the stuff. Approaching the boxes, Soo-Yun crouched down to see if there was a name written on one of the boxes, something to tell her who this man was.

Soo-Yun stood back up, frowning, there was nothing on the boxes except for FRAGILE in red lettering on each side. Marilynn jumped back when the man re-entered the house, placing down more boxes, none of them having any words on them.

Soo-Yun watched as he made a few more trips to bring in all his boxes, deciding to see what he looked like each time.

He was tall, very tall. He had wavy black hair that covered most of his forehead and eyes. His dark eyes peeked out from behind the mop of hair and glanced at the watch on his pale wrist. He was divine-looking.

The best looking, and only, person she had seen in 20 years. He looked up from his watch and gazed at her. No, not at, through. 

Right, I forgot to mention that our dear Marilynn is a ghost, she has been for longer than she can remember. She's gotten used to not being seen, but it was still exciting to see a new face in the home, other than the landlord who came around every 10 years. 

He turned around and locked the front door, moving to pick up one of the boxes, carrying it into the kitchen. Opening it, he maneuvered around the kitchen, placing items where they belonged, large hands gently placing fine china in cabinets, silverware in drawers. He moved fluidly, as if he was a ghost, as if the world moved around him. 

He grabbed another box, something slightly heavier based on the flex of his muscles under his tight black shirt. He moved back into the kitchen with the box, placing it on the marble counters, opening it too to reveal his microwave. 

Soo-Yun got bored of watching him unpack his things and drifted about the house again. After a long 70 years, there was the comforting sound of something alive in the house, other than the mice that lived in the attic. It was so nice to hear the noises of humans again. 

If you are wondering, no, Soo-Yun has no idea how she died. She wished she did, but in her mind, knowing would only make her sad, and make her yearn for another chance at life outside this house. Which she did, but minorly. 

Soo-Yun jumped when she heard some sort of jingle-type noise float through the building. Wandering back into the kitchen, she watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered the call. Holding it up to his ear, he paused as he listened to the person on the other side speak, 

"Yes, Yoon-gi. I just unpacked the kitchen.", there was another pause, "No. Nothing's wrong with the place, but it's pretty old, so it creaks every time I take a breath.", he said, giving a huff of a laugh. His deep voice carried melodically through the house. Soo-Yun walked a bit closer, noting absentmindedly that he was much taller than her 5'4 stature. 

Soo-Yun jumped back when he moved to head back into the living room, tilting his head to hold his phone to his shoulder as he grabbed another box, heading to the stairs and walking up them. balancing the box precariously on his arm, he opened the door with one arm, stepping into the vacant room. Placing the boxes down, he moved the phone he was talking into his hand.