A Romantic Despair

Chapter 1.

It all started when I had gotten home from work on a really cold afternoon, on friday. Thank god I didn't have to work on the weekends or I would've lost my shit to that one Karen from this morning. Anyways, when I had walked into my kitchen -around 1:00pm- that was when I saw a dark-shadowy figure just standing in the middle of my kitchen. If I had to be honest I really wasn't that scared I was more confused than anything. I know that it is stupid to do this but I decided to call out to it asking if it has a name or not. It responded with a kinda deep voice that would remind you of a poet or something like that. It said that his name is "Aristotelis R. Fántasma". I didn't know where that name came from. I was about to ask that before he cut me off, asking for mine, I didn't know if I should answer, although when I started to hesitate that was when I noticed that he was starting to get closer to me, very slowly though. "Well? What's your name?" He asked again in a slightly softer tone as if he were afraid of me running away. I don't blame him, he looks like he's been through a lot. Or from what I am able to tell. "It's Carline Hazewood, why do you want to know my name?" I responded, I was a bit hesitant with asking him that. "Just curious." He replied, I was actually kinda pleased that answered in a way that didn't really seem that he was angry with me asking that question.For some reason, every single cell in my body was telling me to run, but for some reason I'm also getting this feeling where I shouldn't. It's more annoying than stressful. After a minute of silence I walked up to him when it seemed like he was in his own little world. I don't know what happened, it was like my legs were moving on their own, although as I got closer to him that's when his appearance started to become more in view. I would be lying if I said that he wasn't attractive for someone with white hair.
I hadn't realized that I was staring at him till he shifted his gaze over onto me, as his own eyes widened in surprise as he noticed how close I was to him. I immediately backed off and tried to apologize to him but then he just smiled and said "It's fine, I don't mind." I raised my eyebrows in surprise, not expecting that answer either. This guy was just full of surprises, "Alright. So um. Why are you here, in my house.?" I asked a bit more relaxed than before. "Your house looked interesting, I didn't think that you would actually be able to see me if I had to be honest.." I looked at him with a bit of confusion, what did he mean by he didn't think I wouldn't see him. "Uh- Aristotelis, what do you mean by you didn't expect me to see you?"
Oh my God why did I ask that? "It's because a very selective amount of people are able to actually see me. And outside of those people are just animals."
Okay it was worth asking that.
"Ah, I think that makes sense." He looked at me as if he knew that I was lying, which I was.
"Okay, yeah I don't get it, mind explaining it to me?"
"If I could I would love to explain it to you, as I am still confused on how it works." He sighed as he walked out of the living kitchen and into the mini library I made a few months ago. "Uh, what are you doing?" I asked, he didn't reply, but instead he just looked at me. He had a sorrowful expression when he saw the books. I walked over to him asking what was wrong. He said that the book he was holding reminded him of something when he was younger. I would've asked what but it looked like he didn't want to talk about it. I just nodded and left it alone. I didn't know what to do so I walked around my house. I looked out the window and saw that it was getting dark, really dark and fast. When I went back downstairs I didn't see Aristotelis or well, anywhere in the house. I didn't know why but I started to get worried. Maybe it's just because I didn't take my anxiety pills today, I tried my best to ignore it and go to bed for the night. In the middle of the night I felt something heavy.. really heavy, it was getting hard to breathe and before I knew it I started to panic. I tried to move but I couldn't. All that I was able to move was just my eyes; I scanned my view and I saw a tall and slim dark figure. I couldn't see its face. I know that it was not Aristotelis. I stared at it, I felt like I shouldn't look away or even blink but then my eyes started to get dry. I blinked. I motherfucking blinked and when I looked up I saw that the figure was standing right in front of me. I wanted to get out of bed and run until I couldn't breathe or at least punch it. But I still couldn't move. I started to get tired, I wanted to stay awake, no I needed to stay awake! I just couldn't stay awake and then everything went black and I lost consciousness. I woke up the next day to someone or something gently shaking me. "Carline...Carline..." It spoke out softly to me. I sat up slowly, my vision being blurry and disoriented. I looked around to see Aristotelis standing next to me with a worried look. "Are you okay? You look distressed.. Did something happen?" He asked. I didn't reply at first, I didn't know if I should be confused as to why he left and suddenly came back or grateful that he did. "Uh..Yeah I'm okay, just a bad dream." I said, still trying to wake up. "Oh okay that's good.. I think." He stood up and went to the door. "Well, I should probably leave you alone now." He said before closing the door and walking away. Sometimes I can't tell if he's actually a ghost or alive. I decided to use this alone to change and do something with this bird's nest of hair. I'm genuinely wondering why I haven't called an exorcist or ghostbusters or something like them, whatever he hasn't done anything to me or my house yet so I guess it's fine? After I finished changing I went downstairs and to the art studio or well my basement, and guess who's there standing in front of one of my paintings, Aristotelis was there. It was almost like he knew that I was going to go down here today.. DEFINITELY NOT CREEPY, YUP! "Oh! Hello again Carline, nice painting by the way." He spoke with a smile? Why has he been so nice to me ever since we met? "Thank you.. Um, small question? How do you know that it's mine? I could've just bought off of amazon or something." He giggled at my question. "It's because I saw you paint it." He put hand through the painting like nothing was there. "Remember? I'm a ghost." "Oh, yeah I forgot. My bad" Now how the fuck did I forget THAT out of all things? Weird. Anyways I started to notice something about him that I don't remember seeing before; since when did he have a burn scar on the left side of his face?