Just a bad dream

I opened my eyes slowly. I sat up, eyes adjusting to the bright light from the window above my head. I stood up out of bed, and leaned over my desk. There was a note on my Laptop saying that my dad left for work, and that today was a snow day. My intentions changed as I snuck down the hall, past the rooms of my family members, and took a second to feel accomplished of myself, even though I had nothing to be proud of. I peered to the bottom of the stairs and saw there was another note on the door. I assumed it was another dad note. I ran quietly down the stairs, grabbing the note as I made my way to the living room. I looked down at the note in my hands, and sighed. 'It's probably a list of chores'. I thought to myself. I jumped onto the couch and opened the crumpled note in my hands. It read out,
'Have a nice day
-Dad'
The paper had little blotches of wet but I brushed it off.
This was weird... Letting me know where he went and that I had the day off now THIS? Dad musta been in a really good mood this morning. I put the note down on the table. I turned the tv on and flipped through the channels. I came to a stop when I saw the news. 'Ugh.' I thought. 'Hand, move! The news is boring.' I tried to move my hand, but found it didn't want to. I gave up and put the remote down.... I watched the news, as they changed topics from politics, to weather, to disasters. Finally, they started to talk about missing people. "And if you've seen Hazel Winter, please call this number." The number was displayed on the screen as I sat in shock... "H-H-Hazel? That's me..." I shifted in my seat, but brushed it off as a casual 'the news makes mistakes' thing.

I packed a bag with snacks and my umbrella. The forecast called for rain. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and set off to meet my friend at the radio station (she works there). I opened the door and let it softly close behind me. I walked up to the secretary's desk and said hi, but she didn't respond. I tried waving my hand in front of her face. She looked up but didn't look at me. She was looking more through me. I was about to walk away from the desk when a man passed right through me and started talking to the secretary.

My eyes opened wide as I fell back, my backpack breaking my fall. I got up slowly, then ran to the local 'Ghost seer' who worked downtown. "Max!" I yelled to him behind the desk. He looked up, put down his book and his jaw dropped. "Hazel? You're not dead? Where-What happened?" His eyes filled with concern for me. We were pretty close. So he would believe me and help no matter how crazy my problems were. "Well, I.... I don't know." I stepped closer to the counter. "I was at the radio tower and I guy walked right through me... I'm... I'm scared."

I ran to the desk to try and lean on it, but ended up falling through the desk. I got up. He tried to help me up but his hand passed right through. "How did this happen? Are-Are you ok? Hazel...?" I pressed myself as best I could against him. He wrapped his arms around the air I took up in attempts to comfort me. "I don't... I don't know. I was able to pick up my backpack, and the notes... But what happened to me? No one can see me! I-I-i..." I lowered my voice down to a whisper and let out silent tears. "It'll be ok." These whispered words turned the darkness of my would to light. It made everything almost okay. I knew Max never had actual incounters with ghosts, I always thought he was lying.

I opened my eyes slowly. I sat up, eyes adjusting to the bright light from the window above my head. I stood up out of bed, and leaned over my desk. There was a note on my Laptop...