Attached [Rewritten Version]

14. Noticed

Friday, October 7th, 2016

Cory and Sid explained their dream to Davy first thing in the morning, explaining everything Angela had said, and the fact she promised not to lure them back, as long as they would be her friends. Sid just hadn't anticipated in her yapping on and on the following day. He simply couldn't get a break from hearing her.

She did tell him Edward and Amara had been texting each other, about Cory's presence, during lunch, but Sid had decided not to do anything with the information out loud. Instead, he texted Edward to tell him that if he had a problem with someone in the group, he needed to spill it.

Edward and Amara had soon left, after sending him a glare.

Sid had ignored the entire conversation Amber, Annika and Davy had about their behaviour because it was tiresome. He didn't want to lose Edward as a best friend, but he didn't want Edward to scare Cory away either.

Since Angela, or Angie, promised to be a friend, Sid did feel safe enough to go home after school, have dinner with his family, and sleep in his own bed; by himself. He actually missed his bedroom, after not sleeping there for a good portion of the week. But plenty had changed in the days since he last slept there, and he was confident he would be fine, on his own.

He could finally show his parents he was just startled by the woods, but nothing to worry about.

Why have you been ignoring me, I know you can hear me. I read that message you sent Edward.

Sid chuckled, closing his notebook after he made sure he was caught up on his Biology homework, before he turned to face his room. "I do, but it's kinda nuts to talk to nobody in particular."

You'd be talking to me.

"Yeah, a ghost I can't even see, let alone others. I have a question though."

Which is?

"Are you with Cory right now as well?"

She giggled, and it was actually funny to hear a giggle from a disembodied voice, knowing it was a nine-year-old girl from the fifties. It was less funny to think she was murdered.

No, silly. I can't be in two places at once. I'm a ghost. Not a witch.

"Right, my bad. I was just wondering why you don't prefer him over me, since you've known him far longer. But ever since I went into the woods, you have spent most of your time haunting me." Which was true; she had spent most nights giving him nightmares. Only when he spent the night with Annika, did she go to Davy, and eventually back to Cory when Davy joined him and Annika in a room.

I like you.

Though Sid felt flattered he was preferred over others, he felt like her response was hesitant; as if she wasn't telling him everything. It was hard to judge though, since he wasn't able to see her facial expression.

"Can we talk in my sleep?"

Of course...

Sid sucked in his breath; now almost entirely sure she was holding something from him. She didn't seem too enthusiastic to talk face-to-face. Which was in sharp contrast with her behaviour the rest of the day, or all of last night, in which she had told them more about herself and her life in Greenville—the next town over—in the fifties.

Sid didn't reply. Instead, he got dressed for bed and turned down his lights, hoping he wouldn't take too long to fall asleep. It was past midnight when his eyes started to feel heavy, and while he blinked a few times, before closing his eyes all together, he noticed the vague shape of a young girl in his room, sitting on his desk chair, inspecting her fingernails.