Ghostly Love

Chapter 3

Niall's POV
I can't stop thinking about her. Her emerald green eyes. Her golden waves. Her perfectly pink lips that I want to kiss so much. Even though I only just met her, I'm in love. I wish she was here with me right now.

The old tool shed at Wilson Park is creepy at night, and lonely, very lonely. I feel like I should visit Liam, but Wolverhampton is too far from Georgia. It would take many hours to fly there.

I can hear a wolf howling in the distance as I look up at the moon. The trees start to sway as the cold air sweeps through the broken window. I see an old blanket lying in the corner of the shed. I try to put it over me, but since I am a ghost it just goes right through me. I decide that I need to go somewhere warm, but I don't know the area very well.

As I wander around I spot a restaurant that appears to be closed for the night. I head inside and am glad to find that it's much warmer than the shed.

It's comforting to know that no one is here. I wouldn't want anyone to see me. I got lucky when Jackie was understanding of my situation. Anyone else that is able to see ghosts would've freaked out and called the cops. Would've been a bad situation as the cops most likely would've not been able to see me. They would've thought the person who saw me is insane and should locked up in a mental institution.

I would hate to ruin someone's life like that. To make them go away for no reason at all. To make them suffer for actually being quite cool. Most people can't see ghosts, but the few who can are treasures. It's very lonely being a ghost.

You can go to heaven if you get in, but everyone there is rude. They think they are royalty and deserve special treatment. Heaven is mostly filled with celebrities and rich people who are glad they don't have to deal with "peasants" anymore .

Pergatory does not exist though people believe it does. Instead you have the real world where few people can see you and you spend most of your days feeling lonely while haunting people who were your enemies.

Hell on the other hand is a completely different story. It's actually filled with good people who made a mistake once and ended up in the worst place possible.

If you are lucky enough to get into heaven you are allowed to visit the real world and hell as much as you want. You just have to make sure you have your heaven ID. It let's the devil know that you haven't escaped a hell cell and need to be locked up in a maximum security cell.

After viewing hell I was glad that I was a good person. You constantly saw good people who did one bad thing. Sometimes you were lucky enough to visit the maximum security cells. There you would see the people who really were bad. The murderers, rapists, and anyone else who committed a terrible crime.

When I talked to Liam last he said that he believes Donald Trump could possibly go into a maximum security cell. He's positive that Trump will go to hell, but some of the worst people get into heaven because the bribe Jesus with "human" things. Like money, and other things you don't need in heaven.

As I float around this restaurant is decide on the perfect place to spend the night. There's a spot right by the oven that is still a little warm. This restaurant must've just recently closed.

I slowly close my eyes and start to dream. I don't need to sleep at all, but I can still dream. Tomorrow I want to go to heaven and add my dream to the dream DVR. It saves every dream you can remember from when you were alive, and every dream you have once you are dead. The best part about it is that it has infinite storage. You'll never run out of room.

After I save my dream tomorrow I will visit Jackie.