Haunted Statues

Begging Me To Take A Bite

   It was cold as I sat outside of the church. I was by my grave just looking at it. I've been resurrected for a few months now and it has become a routine for me every night to stay by my grave. It was a weird experience as I basically sat on top of myself though I was probably just bones by now. I've been getting better at moving things but it was only opening or closing a door, I could only do those things if I stayed invisible for a while though to conserve energy. Rain has been looking for information on ghosts in the library but hasn't been that successful yet. The ghouls have been wonderful to me, well except for Dew, he doesn't even look at me. It does hurt a bit but I can't make everyone like me and besides I don't know if I would look at me, I'm hideous.

   I looked up at the rising sun and stood up from the cold moist ground and made my way to the church. I phased through the dark stone wall into the warmer church, however I was still freezing as always. I made my way downstairs to the room that I was staying in, it was nice that they gave me one but I really didn't see why I needed it, I mean I never sleep anyway. I think I could sleep though, I've heard things about ghosts sleeping when they are running out of energy but I haven't been close to doing that yet so.

   I stood in my room completely invisible as I tried to open a book that was on my desk. I was having no luck. I grew frustrated and went to go hit the book off the desk expecting my hand to go right through it but to my surprise the book flew off the desk creating a small thud. I stared at the book that was on the floor and smiled to myself about the progress I was making. I then began to try and pick it up but like before I was struggling again.

There was rustling outside of my door so I peeked my head out of the door making sure no one could see me. I looked out to see Dew walking out with a small blanket walked around him and his mask wasn't on, it looked like he had been crying but regardless I stopped and looked at how beautiful he was despite the fact he had been crying. Normally I wouldn't say anything to the fire ghoul but he really didn't look good.

"Are you alright?" I asked my voice echoed, scaring him. He looked around trying to find me so I made myself visible to him and I walked out off the door so it didn't look strange. He looked right at me but instead of a discussed look on his face he just bit his lip and knitted his eyebrows together. I felt myself becoming warmer in his presence. I felt alive.

"Did you know about me?" His voice quivered. I tilted my head in confusion. "Did Azar ever talk about me." He gulped. My eyes went wide with realization.

   "You're his brother!" I gasped with shock. He just nodded looking at me. "Oh Dew, he would talk about you all the time! I actually couldn't wait to meet you. He was going to sneak you up the day I was murdered." I pressed my lips into a straight line. He looked at me with wide eyes and his mouth fell open a bit. I missed his brother dearly, I couldn't imagine how Dew was feeling. He was one of my closest friends out of that whole group.

   "I was just wondering." He mumbled looking down.

   "Are you alright?" I asked again softly with my echoed voice, I saw him shiver at that.

  "Yeah, yeah." He paused. "How do you do that?" He asked sounding less sad this time and actually talking to me like a normal person, not like I'm an inconvenience.

   "Do what?" I questioned confused.

   "Make us all cold with your voice."

   "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't mean to, it just kind of happens." I rushed out an apology and he just kind of looked at me. I couldn't tell what he was feeling.

  "No- don't apologize, I'm sorry that was rude of me to say." He rubbed his neck awkwardly.

  "Are you sure you're okay?"

   "Yeah, why?" He asked getting a little defensive.

   "You've just never apologized to me."

   "Yeah, well don't get used to it." He grumbled but I just smiled at this.

   "You remind me so much of your brother." I continued to smile but then put my hand to my mouth to cover my face when I remembered what he said to me all those months ago. "Sorry." I rushed out again apologetically.

   "Did it hurt, Getting murdered?" He asked calmly. The tears that were in my eyes began to fall as I slowly nodded.

   "I'm sorry." I muttered out letting the tears fall to the ground. I felt pathetic being in this situation.

   "My brother was broken when you died, he had to be sent back to hell. It's all your fault." He cried out with a whisper. I shook my head as more tears fell but they disappeared before they hit the ground.

   "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I kept repeating and shaking my head before I just made myself invisible to leave the situation. Dew just stood there looking at where I was once standing before walking to the kitchen. I followed him as he made his way to the coffee maker. I stood in the kitchen not really knowing what to do with myself (I do this a lot.) so I decided to leave and watch people who were up, not in a creepy way but like how you would watch someone on tv. Tv is one of the coolest things the ghouls have shown me. It did freak me out a bit at first but once they explained it to me I was all over it. It was one of the few things I could do for entertainment. I couldn't watch tv now though because I couldn't control the remote, I had to wait for someone else to want to watch it. (Mainly the ghoulettes because they had the more interesting tv options but Swiss's were good to.)

I floated around the halls to see that no one was really up but I stayed up to finish seeing the rising sun through one of the windows. The sky was more yellowy and pink by now and the blue sky was starting to come in. I remember waking up early with Azar shaking me awake from my bed so we could all go sit upon the hill to watch the sunrise. That morning Azar said after the sunrise he was going to get his brother and I couldn't wait to finally meet him. But that never got to happen. All the ghouls and demons left besides Zinta who left for a second to get a blanket from inside. By the time she got back I was already dead. I still don't know who killed me because they came up behind me. Now because of that person I can't be normal. Nothing about me is normal. I hate the way I look and the fact I can't do anything that once made me happy. Sure the ghouls were fun but I could only watch them play games or preform, I never get to do those things anymore. And the worst part is I finally am able to meet the person I was told so much about and he doesn't like me at all.

  
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