Ghost•l.h.

sweetheart

His voice was very deep, something I didn't expect. It practically dripped with seduction, and it seemed that he didn't even try.

He was very tall from what I could tell, at least 6'0. With blondish hair and electric blue eyes, his state penetrated into my entire being and I shuttered, for the first time as I stepped into the house. He had scruff on his chin, framing his marvelous jaw line.

This man looked as if he was crafted by God himself.

He just stood there, looking almost sad.

"Um...I don't know who Eva is. I'm Alma. Who are you?" I voiced quietly, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head, his mouth hanging wide open.

"I'm sorry I must have...just s-say something again," he demanded, not moving one foot.

I frowned at his strange demeanor, but I gave him another "hello."

"Oh my God," he said, starting to pace back and forth, laughing in disbelief.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

His hand came up to run his fingers through his hair, and scratch the side of his chin. "It's nothing, I'm sorry. This is just new for me."

"What's new? Talking to people?" I teased, and his eyes smoldered, obviously amused.

"Something like that," was his response, giving me a breathtaking smile. Never in my life have I been so attracted to someone at first. For the first time, I was nearly silenced because of his beauty.

"I didn't know someone else was here. I'm sorry if I bothered you," I apologized, for a reason I still do not know. I just felt like I was trespassing his house, but that's obviously insane.

"It's no bother. I was just looking around and heard other people. I don't get a lot of people around here."

"You come here a lot?"

He chuckled, "All the time."

Why did everything he say feel like it had another meaning behind it?

"I still never caught your name," I reminded him, and he pursed his lips, hesitating."

"Lucas Hemmings," the man said, avoiding my eyes.

"I'm gonna call you Luke; it fits you better," I smiled, and he gave me a small grin back.

"I'd like that too."

"You said that you come here nearly everyday. Why?" I questioned, and fought the urge to walk up to him and touch him, as weird as that sounded.

"I don't know. It's a relaxing place, I guess. Kinda lonely, though."

Another one of those double meanings.

"What about you? Why are you here?" He asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Long story," I said wearily, sighing.

"Sweetheart, I've got all the time in the world, trust me," Luke said, my stomach dropping at the pet name he gave me.

I laughed nervously, rocking back and forth on my heels. "Well, I actually just moved into town. I met my friend, Calum at this group therapy thing, that neither of us should really be in, but that's another story for another time," I rambled, and I watched Luke raise an eyebrow at me, and I tried my hardest to hide the fact I was blushing.

"He told me I should be...dead, because the last few people that've been here, died in a really horrific way. Of course that scared me, so he told me more about this place was haunted, so I came here to prove him wrong. And I did," I finished, and I paused suddenly. I've just met this person and I literally just told him absolutely everything.

"How can you be so sure?" Luke mumbled so quietly I wasn't sure if it was for me to hear.

"Well I haven't met any ghost yet, have I?"

He just crossed his arms, and gave me a look, not confirming or declining what I just said. We stood there, for seconds but it felt like years. I didn't want to look away.

"Alma!" Calum called from the hallway, "it's dark out, we need to get home!"

I looked back to Luke, who's face was now plastered with concern and worry. "You're leaving?"

I nodded, words stuck in my throat.

"W-will you be here again tomorrow?" He asked hopefully, biting down on his pink bottom lip. I hadn't even noticed that he had a lip ring until now.

"I'm not sure. If you want to meet up, we could always go somewhere else. Why here?"

My words seemed to aggravate him. "No, I want to meet here."

"Why?" I pressed again and he sighed exasperatedly, covering his face with his hands. When he pulled his hands away, he looked so fragile and broken, I wanted to burst into tears.

I really didn't want to return to this weird house, but it seemed like I didn't have a choice. I needed to know more about him.

"Okay," I agreed grudgingly, "I'll be here tomorrow."

Instantly, his face lit up and it warmed my heart.

"Thank you, Alma. Goodbye, sweetheart."

I thought I was going to explode at his words. "Goodbye, Luke," I whispered, turning around to meet up with Calum.

When I turned back around to check if he was still there, he was gone. I felt my eyebrows furrow together in confusion. He appeared as fast as he disappeared.

"Alma, what took so long?" Calum whined.

"I was talking to someone," I told him, and he looked at me funny.

"I didn't see anyone else come in. The door was shut, very tight. How could have anyone been in here before us?

My mouth went dry when his words sank into my head.

"There was this man named Luke...at the top of the stairs," I explained, pointing back to where he was standing, but Calum just continued to shake his head.

"It's been a long day. Come on, let's go. We shouldn't have ever came here in the first place."

I didn't try to argue with him as he tugged on my arm, practically dragging me out of the house. The entire ride home, I couldn't stop thinking about what he said earlier.

How did Luke get in the house, if he never opened the door?

Hey guys so sorry this is late. I haven't been getting much support on this story so I've been getting lazy. I'm working on another story so watch out for that. Idk if I'm continuing this one.