It was 3:27 am.
She woke up at the feeling of someone staring at her.
She looked around her room.
Nothing was there.
Days passed.
It was 3:27 am.
She woke up at the feeling of someone staring at her.
Again.
Weeks passed.
Every day.
At 3:27 am.
She'd wake up at the same vague feeling.
One day, she decides to figure out what was going on.
She stays awake.
Lying on her bed.
3:25 am
Her door slowly opens.
She stood still.
She didn't move.
3:27 am
She felt the gaze again.
She heard footsteps coming closer to her.
A pale boy appears in front of her.
"Looks like you're awake, sweetheart" he says
"Who are you?" she asks.
He smiled.
"You won't like the answer, sweetheart" he smirked.
"Fine. What are you doing here?"
"I live here, this is my room"
"Are you high?" she says, clearly annoyed.
"I'm not high. I live here since 1856. This is my room"
She was shocked.
She started laughing.
"It's fine if you don't believe me. If you want to know who I am, I suggest you to do a research" he smirked and left.
She sat on the bed.
Intrigued on who the boy was.
He couldn't be a ghost.
He couldn't.
