The Sun Awaits [Short Story]

Chapter 7: Andrew The Ghost

I wake up to Scratch barking at something. I open my eyes and see a blue glow filling the hallway outside the bedroom door. I sluggishly get up and shake the crystal around my neck, its green haze filling the room.

"Scratch?" I call out into the blue-glowing hallway, "What are you doing?"

The pup doesn't answer and keeps uncontrollably barking at something in the hallway. I swing my legs off the side of the bed, ignoring the screaming pain in my leg as I hobble towards the doorway. I sort of don't want to see what's there, but the blue glow is a slim guess that it's only just a ghost. I look around the doorway, and spot Scratch barking at a ghost. It's slumping around him, looking annoyed. I walk up to Scratch; pick him up, and throw him into the bedroom, plopping him on the bed.

"Dumb dog" I say, walking out of the room and accompanying myself across from the ghost, "I'm Noah; I'm guessing you're Andrew?"

"Yeah, surprised you noticed." Andrew says. I don't know how to answer that, so I don't. I start a new topic.

"Sorry for invading your room, we just had to escape from some Marilibots." I say, wincing slightly as I shift my footing from my good leg to my bad leg.

"I guessed that, I saw the bite on your leg." He says, gesturing to the bloodstain on my pantleg, "And it's not like i'm here to use it anyways, right?"

"I guess so." I pet Scratch's head as he crumples down next to me.

"You heading to the rocket on the roof?"

"How'd you know?" I'm actually surprised; do ghosts know how to read minds?

"I just guessed."

"Oh." my guess was wrong. I guess ghosts don't, although it would make sense, all the other ghosts that I've met haven't been able to.

"Noah, it was nice talking, but it just doesn't feel right here." Andrew says.

"So...you're leaving?" I ask.

"Yeah, maybe we'll meet again." And with that he brightens up, and vanishes in a puff of blue glows.

Istand upright; and as I do, the world around me spins as a wave of nausearushes over me. I try to sit down, or lean my head against the wall, but my legcollapses beneath me, as the pain shoots up through it. My head hits the cold,hard floor beneath me, and I black out. My mind restates the three words overand over again; as if they are supposed to haunt me. The Sun Awaits.