I sat on the couch in shock, watching as Leo paced in front of me. He muttered to himself and I couldn’t hear what he was saying, just a lot of mumbling.
The shock was beginning to subside, since it had been nearly twenty minutes, and now I wanted to know everything. I mean, he hadn’t hurt me, and he seemed to be trying to keep his ghost-status a secret.
Ghost.
Like, he was a GHOST.
“So you’re a ghost?” I asked him, just needing to hear him say it. He stopped pacing.
“Yes.” He said quietly, not actually looking at me. My mind was racing through thoughts, and I couldn’t control myself. I jumped up, moving too fast for him to react. I pushed my hand straight through his chest. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I’m not sure who was more surprised.
“SHIT!” I shouted, throwing my hand over my mouth as soon as the word was out. I didn''t usually curse, but this wasn't exactly a normal situation. "I mean, wow."
I cstared at his chest and twisted my hand where his lungs should be.
“Yeah.” He replied. We stood for a minute, my hand feeling for something other than air. A grimace came across his face, then irritation.
“Do you have to do that?” He said cuttingly, and I looked down at my hand, still buried in his chest.
“Why, does it hurt?”
“No, it’s just incredibly annoying.”
I withdrew my hand, looking at him wide-eyed, before I let a mischievous grin break out. I poke my hand right through is face. Then I passed my hand through his arm, before poking his chest again.
“Can you not?!” He said loudly, trying to deflect me with his hands, but I passed straight through. I giggled and continued poking him, until my hand collided with something hard.
“OUCH!” I said, cradling my hand in the other and looking for the source of pain. Leo was holding a hardback book. Wait. He was holding a hardback book?
“How’re you holding that?” I asked, watching as he threw it onto the couch.
“I can move objects; you just can’t feel it when I touch you.” He said, smiling a little.
“Why? What’s wrong with me?” I asked, feeling like a total freak. Then again, how often was not being able to feel a ghost’s touch going to put me at a disadvantage in life?
“Oh, it’s just you. You’re a freak.” He said with finality, and I looked down at his harsh words. “I was kidding. It’s all people; none of you can feel ghosts.”
I smiled in relief and looked at him again. He looked really nervous. His handsome face was all creased with worry lines. I put my hand up to smooth them out, but as my fingers passed through his skin, I yanked my hand back. He frowned at me.
“Sorry. I forgot. I was trying to be comforting- you look nervous.”
“I am. Most people would be on the phone requesting an exorcism, or calling a psychiatrist. Hold up- did you say you forgot?” He said the last part in utter disbelief. If I was able to blush, I would have.
“Umm... yeah, sorry.” I kept my gaze fixed firmly on the floor. To my utter amazement, he laughed, loudly and heartily. It was a nice sound, and all the worry lines disappeared from his face. I smiled at the way his face lit up as he smiled... He’s a freaking GHOST, Kiwi!
“You are the only person who would forget they were talking to a ghost.” He said between laughs. “So, I’m guessing you don’t mind if I stay?”
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The Yellow House- Editing (New Chapters Added In)
ParanormalWhen someone starts leaving you notes, but doesn't seem to want to hurt you, what do you do? Kiwi calls the police, like any responsible person, but what happens when she starts to look forward to the notes? And how the HELL is Leo leaving those not...