The Ghost's Diary 👻 ✓

07. The Voices

This story will mostly be in Lindsey's POV but I'll add other POVs just for a change. Hope you like it. Enjoy! (You can always skip my author notes)

Lindsey Agnes
Knightley

"Done," I say as I finish my science project and flop myself onto my bed.

Today was way too exciting for me.

I usually do not hang around people. I'll admit it that I am an asocial, with some antisocial tendencies.

"Lindsey, come down for dinner, dearie."

Ugh... Ms Bag-- Bragge again.

It is like her hobby to call me for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I do not even interact with her. I used to talk to my mother and sister before they died. I had a really good relationship with my dad.

In fact, I was more of a Daddy's girl than a Mummy's Darling.

I had a so-so relationship with Dylan, too. But after what happened, he just drifted himself away from me.

"Lindsey..."

It is that voice again. I remember that after dinner and a bit of telly, I went to my room and instantly fell asleep.

"Lindsey..."

I can't take it anymore!

I say to myself as I resolutely arise from my bed to investigate. I walk out of my room and into the dark hallway.

I have never beem afraid of the dark, especially not me. Edenfield is where I grew up.

The old grandfather clock in the hallway strikes two times meaning it is 2.00 A.M.

"Lindsey..."

The voice seems to be coming from the attic-- a masculine one with a low pitch.

Maybe, it's Dylan playing a prank on me, hopefully...

As I make my way to the attic, I hear footsteps.

"Lindsey, what are you doing here this late at night?"

I turn around and see Dylan.
Dylan is standing dumbfounded. He's still in his formal suit. Did he come home just now?

"I... was going to get some water."

Crap, that's the oldest lie in the book.

I mentally facepalm myself.

"In the attic stairway? Come on, let's get you to bed."

I'll admit that I am not that much of a bad liar but sometimes, I just stutter and fail to do the deed.

He takes my wrist and walks me to my room.

"Now, I said you could explore the attic but not this late at night. It isn't safe," He says crossing his arms against his chest.

"Sorry... but we do have guards near the gates, Dylan.

He softens up a bit when I apologise.

"Yes, we do but still..."
He sighs and changes the subject,
"Where's Ms Bragge?"

"She said she had to go to her sister's for an emergency."

Ms Bragge has been living with us ever since I can remember. She and her blood sister, Dianne, are Dad's adopted sisters.

"Oh," he walks out of my room but turns back in his tracks, "Lindsey."

"Yes."

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"No."

"You know I'm always here, in the background that is. All right?"

"All right."

He ruffles my hair with his hand, opens his mouth to perhaps say something but immediately closes it, and leaves.

Can say anything, huh? I don't think so...

P. S

Part 8 is live!