"Listen! I've seen you around the house. Knocking stuff over, breaking vases, or even just sadly wandering the halls. And I want to know whats up with that." Emma held out a palm to the startled apparition in front of her. Her heart was beating as the ghost took a moment to regain her composure, before speaking.
"I don't know what to tell you. This used to be my house." The ghost's voice was hauntingly beautiful, fitting in perfectly with her image. Terrifying, yet oddly attractive. Her pale, translucent face gave away that her age was most likely similar to Emmas, though her blonde hair tied back in a mess of curls and very Victorian outfit insinuated that she was either a renfaire death or an older ghost.
"That's a lie, and you know that as well as I do. My parents built this house." Emma retorted, shifting into a less accusatory stance.
"Well, maybe I've been haunting your family for generations, after they killed me in some heinous way." The ghost waved her hands around her face whilst making a stereotypically ghostly noise, before smirking. Emma opened her mouth, though closed it again after a moment. She did not expect this ghost to have a sense of humour.
"God, can you just be serious for a moment?" Emma sighed, rolling her eyes after regaining her composure. "Look me in the eyes, and tell me why you're haunting us."
"What if I don't want to?" The ghost shot back, losing her smirk and tilting her head to the side. A spark of slight embarrassment shone in her eyes, which Emma picked up on.
"I can see you're embarrassed about something. Just say it. You can leave and never come back if you're that upset after you say it. In fact, I hope you do." She muttered the last bit under her breath, though the slight look of hurt that crossed the ghost's face made it obvious she'd heard.
"Most people find it gratifying* to know that a ghost has chosen them to haunt." She cleared her throat, attempting to hide whatever it was that had sparked those emotions.
Emma went to scold the ghost for not answering her question, though rethinking what she'd said gave her pause. "You're haunting me in particular?"
"Uhm-" The ghost stammered, before quickly turning around in order to walk away. Emma thrust out her arm in an attempt to stop her, though simply fell through the ghost and hit the floor with a groan. The ghost snickered.
"Fine. After that act of stupidity. . . I guess I could tell you. But it's going to sound dumb, okay?"
Emma nodded enthusiastically as she hoisted herself up off of the floor. But as they stood there, the ghost said nothing.
"Go make me some tea, first."
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(The whole idea is that this is a love story between a heartbroken teenager and a ghost, but it sounds so weird so I didn't really wanna finish lol- also I wrote this at like three in the morning so it's definitely not my best writing)
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