Goodnight

Ghost

Strange things had been happening around me for a while. Cups disappeared from the counter, plants get watered. Then I started hearing voices, not always but occasionally I would hear someone call out my name. It happened while I had friends over too, when I asked them if they heard it too they replied no. I felt like I was going crazy, hallucinating. The more time passed the more strange things happened. At some point I started avoiding my house, the strange things stopped for a while until they started following me, everywhere I went. The voice I heard started to appear more and more.

One morning I entered the shower. The voice was there again, calling out my name. Then something touched me. I shivered under the hot water. I tried to pretend it was my brain playing jokes on me, yet I knew it wasn't. Then I felt a hand touch me, it was nowhere to be seen even though I could clearly feel it. Then it called out my name again. Another hand was placed on my body, I froze up. There was someone here, I could only hear or feel them. It talked to me, it said that it had waited for a long, very long time. The hand had started moving, exploring my body. The movement pulled me out of my trance. I tried to push whatever was touching me back, but was only left with air. I ran out of the shower next, grabbed my towel and ran. I didn't know where to but chose the restroom. I locked the door and slumped to the floor. I couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
I ended up not leaving the restroom that day.

I started to go to the gym, shower there. Strange things still happened but I felt safer. Public spaces started becoming safe havens, since less would happen. I almost stopped living in my house, I started sleeping more. The house that used to be my dream house became my hell. When I hadn't slept at home and would come back eventually I always found notes. They said: "Sweet dreams' '. It was eerie, scary. I did not know why or what was after me. I only knew that they were always there, watching.

I started dreaming about what happened in the shower at some point, I would always wake up in sweat. It was even haunting my dreams. At first I had looked into moving, but it followed me, would always follow me and whisper me words. As time passed my friends noticed my growing distance, I would pretend I was fine. They knew I wasn't. They cared for me, yet my mental state was crumbling everything I had.

Suddenly I was alone in my house again, for longer and longer periods of time. I started searching for things that were out of order. Eventually I started writing it all down, every strange thing that started happening. I became infatuated. I was going crazy. I stopped eating properly, and left my house to fall into shambles. The only thing that kept my house clean was the ghost I was living with.

Then it happened again, I was walking in the hallway when a force pushed me against the wall. This time I didn't freeze, I let it happen. It was like I knew I couldn't fight the ghost, the ghost that had been whispering to me, only me. The ghost that had written me notes. The ghost that could touch me, but I couldn't touch back. Then I felt lips on mine, a kiss, a touch. I didn't run, freeze, cry, break down. I let it happen, I let the ghost touch me more. It was feeling all my curves, exploring. It whispered my name to me, over and over. It touched me places, more and more greedy. It started kissing me mouth, my neck, my everywhere. I was almost enjoying it, the small bit of sanity clinging on. Yet it's touch was soft, tender and full of love. I liked it, enjoyed it. The ghost didn't stop, coming closer and closer to my private parts and I didn't pull away. Then it put a finger in and a breath hitched in my throat. It started moving it's finger inside me, while kissing me. I felt like I was somewhere else, I closed my eyes. I forgot reality, losing that sanity. The only thing I could hear was my name, the only thing I could feel was what I could not see. I was drowning in emotions. It all felt so intimate, so loved. Like the ghost was the only thing in my life that cared about me. The ghost kept going, more and more. I was begging for more, I was begging for more of that feeling, it was addictive. I had never experienced it. My flesh was burning. I was sent to a different land, one of dreams, one where I could touch the ghost back. One where I could see him. A land where the sun shined, flowers bloomed and water flowed. A land where I kissed him back, touched him back while the sun set. Reality ceased existing. It was me and him, me and him. As the night sky filled with darkness the world started to fade, just as my conscience did.

The body of a young woman was found in her house today, we do not know the cause of death yet. We believe murder could have been involved and are currently interrogating possible suspects.