I woke up in the middle of the night feeling slightly chilly. The hairs on my back are standing up and a gush of wind is blowing around my room.
Man, I forgot to close the window again. I moaned, walked up to the window and closed it.
“Ghosts, yeah right!” I mocked as I remembered the ‘ritual’ in this afternoon.
Suddenly, I heard a thud behind me, and a quiet ow. I twisted around on the spot, grabbing my hard back cover book on the bed side table so at least I feel more protected than I would have been.
“Who’s there?” I squeaked. No reply, but more shuffling noises came from the corner of my room.
I cleared my throat, and made myself look a bit braver.
“Who’s there?” I repeated, louder this time, with a steadier tone. “I’m not scared of you, I’m armed.” I stole a glance at my book, well I may be not armed, but at least it makes me feel better. “Show yourself!”
Another bang came from the corner of the room, and an audible “ow” shot out.
“I’m so sorry about waking you up, I just keep knocking into things.” a guy appeared in front of me. He has long curly hair tied back into a ponytail, wearing a leather jacket with black trousers, quite young and somehow reminds me of Michael Jackson, just very, very pale. “Anyways, where am I?”
“Why should I tell you?” I asked, setting my guards up “You are a male stranger in a girl’s room in the middle of the night asking me. From my point of view I think you’re pervert and you are very lucky that I haven’t screamed and attacked you yet.”
“Ah, good point.” He agreed. “But I’m definitely not a pervert, I genuinely have no idea where I am and I swear to god I am not lying.”
“Well, I don’t believe you.” I crossed my arms
“OK. This might sound a bit crazy but I’m dead. A second ago I was watching my funeral after my car crash, and now I’m in this room bumping into everything.”
“Per-lease! I’m not a five year old! Ghosts don’t exist!” I argued. This guy definite has some imagination.
“Err, yes they do. Like I’m right here.” He pointed at himself.
“Prove it.” I demanded.
“Ooo, I’m a ghost!” He did a ghost impression.
I rolled my eyes, not amused. “Anyone can do that.”
“Yeah. But can they do this?” He stuck his hand through the wall.
I raised a brow, “Seriously? If you’re going to do anything else like this, I suggest you stop or I’ll call the police.”
“Well you’re the one who summoned me here.” He muttered.
“What did you say?”
“You’ve heard what I’ve said. I was at my belated funeral, and then I heard some gibberish that sounded like your voice and a pull before finding me in this place. So don’t blame me on this.”
“Riiiiggghhht. I’m going to call the police.” I reached for my phone, and dialled the first digit.
“Wait –“
My hand froze. I can move my fingers despite I’m aware of everything. It’s clear to me that it’s not a dream but I have no control over my body at all. My thumb hit the clear button on my phone, and then my body turned and gently put the phone on the table. My mouth moved to form the words of don’t make me do this again but it sounded different. I mean, it sounded like me, just not me. I moved my hand straight up to my mouth as I gasped. Feeling something that came out of me and my energy drained a little.
“Now that, milady, is proof.” He said after a minute of silence.
Oh my god. I’ve just been possessed by a ghost.
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My Friend From the Other Side
Teen FictionRiley is stuck with a ghost by a spell casted by accident (ish.). They're forced to stay together and eventually they started to get along with each other. The ghost (Blake) helped Riley on the the promise that she will help him back, but because o...
