——- It was midnight when she noticed him waking up. His eyes blinked blearily. She leaned over him with worry.
She sat on top of him and watched as he regain his consciousness.
"He's finally up! I was a little worried...", she realized he was probably sleeping.
She grimaced at the thought of him sleeping on the floor after falling.
His head must hurt.
She slid her hands up to his face, cupping it to cool and ease the probable ache; letting go when he sat up and made an odd expression. It was almost like he was staring right at her.
She looked down in confusion and realized she was covered in his blood. Oh no that's bad.
She stopped manifesting so his blood would drop onto his lap, her face flushed heavily and she floated quickly to her room in the attic.
She really hopes this doesn't scare him or stress him out even more. He didn't deserve it.
When she got back to the attic, she placed the pin in a place no one would find and paced around the room.
"What do I do? I must have look horrifying!", she fretted and muttered.
She was a beautiful woman and yet, with all of her insecurities, she couldn't imagine herself looking anything like that. Being dead made her imagine all sorts of terrifying ways of how she thought others saw her.
———— Here is two pictures of what she looked like, one of her dead and one of her alive.
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————- I forgot the pin and honestly I have no idea what the pin looks like other than she thought it was pretty. ——— She decided to go to sleep and try again the next day. She didn't really need to sleep, but it was a good way for her to gather energy.
There was plenty of energy in the air that doesn't get used and she would often sleep for days just to gather it.
She pretended it was like a video game one of her old residents would play. She didn't know how much she stored inside of her, but it was exhausting when she used up her power to move objects.
She constantly moved small objects every day when no one was there to see her do it. She would increase her stamina the more did- so that lifting bigger or heavier objects would be easier.
She truly thought that despite this, that she was a very weak house ghost. ——— Bye!
