Chapter 10

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"It is a movie produced in the 80's, which tells the story of a family being terrorized by a group a ghosts in their house," I read, "For two points."

"Ah, I know that!" said Camelia.

"Yeah, but it's my turn," I objected. We were playing a game, which was to answer questions of different categories to win points, to make your pawn go forward. I didn't quite understand the point of inventing a game like that, but it was fun, even if it was a little impossible for me. I got like 10 questions about the geography of the human world and Presidents of different countries. No idea how I was supposed to know that.

Anyway, we each took turns, and I read the cards, whoever's turn it was, because Camelia couldn't. Of course, I could cheat when it was my turn, but there was no challenge in that. I also moved the pawns for the two of us.

"So a ghost movie, huh..?" I murmured. I thought of some movies I had seen, watching them as the humans viewed them. "Oh, it's Poltergeist!"

Camelia frowned.

"How the hell do you know that."

"Hey, I did watch some movies, okay? It's good to pass time! This one marked me because it made me think of Nightmares and how we are like ghosts sometimes."

"Fine," she said.

I advanced my pawn of 2 cases. Camelia was still waaaaaaaaay in front of me. Damn these impossible questions!

"My turn," Camelia said. "I want a random card, please." It took a random card and read it out loud.

"Bad luck, you go back to start."

"Liar. There is no such card in this game."

"There is! I have it in my hands!"

"Desire..." she sighed. "I have played it before, you know?"

"Oh." I might have lied about that card. "But this game is unfair to me!"

"You said you wanted to learn things about humans, right? Well now you know plenty of things!"

"...That doesn't change the point that I'll never even be close to win."

"I'm too smart for you," she boasted. I heard a distant crashing sound. Weird.

"Desire?" said Camelia.

"I think I heard something. Just wait there two seconds, okay? I'll go see."

She nodded, and I went in direction of the sound. It seemed to have come from the kitchen. And I was right. There were two men wearing masks that had come in the house by smashing a window. Intruders. How could Camelia make them leave? She was blind, and they might hurt her!

Then I got an amazing idea.

I went back to Camelia and explained to her the situation.

"What are we going to do?!" she whispered, terrified.

"Do you trust me on this?"

"Not really?"

"Perfect. Just follow my lead." I said. I led her to a wall near the kitchen, so that she would be near the burglars without getting seen. I went in the kitchen, where the two men were opening all the cupboards to find some stuff- I don't really know what they were searching for but anyway- and took two big knifes.

"Camelia, they don't see me nor hear me, so make ghost noises please!" I told her loud enough for her to hear.

"Ouhhhh....I am the ghost of this houuuuuuseee! Ouuuuhhhh!" howled Camelia in a deep voice, after some hesitation. The men jumped and turned around, to see two long knifes coming toward them. I attacked one, and purposely missed my shot. Camelia continued to do creepy sounds, while I scared the men with my knives.

"Eric!" screamed one. "This is real!" Yes, it is. You chose the wrong house.

It didn't take a long time for them to be completely terrorized and they escaped through the window , running away as fast as they could, screaming. I burst out laughing. They screamed like little girls.

"Did what I think happened really just happened?" asked Camelia with a smile as she entered the messy kitchen.

"Hm... If what you think is that I scared off the burglars with knives while you made them believe it was a ghost, then yes."

"Oh my god... That was genius!" she exclaimed.

"I know!" I laughed again, thinking about the scared men, and Camelia joined me. So we were both laughing like crazy people when her mom came in.

I had no idea how Camelia was going to explain this.

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