Wednesday
1:24 am
*tick tock tick tock*
I can't sleep all I hear is the grand clock outside my room... Ticking away as minutes, hours, and days pass never moving or being touched, yet it is always clean and has never broken... I wonder why? Some nights when I try and fall asleep I hear moving but no one is there.
1:25 am
*tick tock tick tock*
Until I saw him, a pale figure standing by my window he looked very fragile, but also sad... My eyes continued to be glued to him unable to move or speak... It was something I had never seen.
1:28 am
*tick tock tick tock*
After looking at him for a couple of minutes he finally moved... He looked directly at me and I saw no lights in his eyes just pure sadness. I got chills... My hands started shaking, but why? He left my room and didn't return.
Thursday
1:51 am
*tick tock tick tock*
The clock still ticks... I can never sleep, dark circles are always under my eyes, and I always feel so tired... But why does he look so peaceful? He's back... But this time he's looking directly at me... A skinny but tall man with wide eyes, dark circles, and messy hair. He's standing near the door, just staring I look back as my hand clenches my blanket.
1:52 am
*tick tock tick tock*
I shake out of fear, but why? He hasn't done anything but who is he, and why is he here? But i can't ask questions my mouth won't open... All I can do is stare, I cannot blink just stare.
Friday
3:03 am
*tick tock tick tock*
As I sit in bed... he appears again but this time it's closer, he touches my leg at the end of the bed... He's extremely cold... Who is he? And how does he get in every night? I start sweating out of fear... I'm scared of him but why? So many questions yet I cannot speak he's looking at me with sadness in his eyes...
3:05 am
*tick tock tick tock*
He moves closer... Leaning over my bed till I can almost touch his face with mine... I feel no breath or hear him breathing... Now that he's closer I see more details like the cuts on his body... and that he looks around my age? His clothes are also very old-fashioned and wrinkly, I'm shaking so much the bed is shaking, I want to cry... But why?
3:06 am
*tick tock tick tock*
I wonder... Is he a ghost? Or what is he? I live alone but yet nobody has ever seen or heard of a person such as him... I have never seen him around only in my room, and that is where I will only see him...
Saturday
2:05 am
*tick tock tick tock*
There he is again... yet he is not standing still he is walking around... Tonight is a full moon my curtains are closed... Yet his slim, fragile hand opens them as the moonlight flushes in... As it hits him it goes through him... Ah, I get it he is a ghost, but that only makes me more scared. But this time as he approaches me I find the strength to lift my hand up and touch him... I can touch him and he can touch me, but why? If he's a ghost how is this possible.
2:07 am
*tick tock tick tock*
I have had my hand up for 2 minutes now, it's starting to go numb yet I can't pull it away from this coldness. I still have a lot of questions but I don't want to ruin this moment... I'm still shaking but not as much. I finally put my hand down and he stays right there. We both stare his expression never changed once.
5 years later
I lived there for a couple of years, he showed up every night. I did ask some questions but he never answered and just stared at me... When I moved away I decided to do some research about the building to see if I could find out who he is? I never found an exact answer, only a suicide, and a murder. I now have a partner and kids, and I tell them the story of a friendly ghost.
