There's A Ghost In My Bed

Ch. 5 Returned

Ch.5 Returned

Megan sat cross-leg on the bed while typing away on her laptop a few days later. John had given her the day off so she could get some work done for her paper. "Just because you're working on the case, doesn't mean you can slack off on school," he had said in a fatherly tone to which Megan had laughed at. She was gladly going to take it. With the new case files and everything else, she had plenty of information to work with. Also,she had a very reliable source...

Glancing up from the screen, she saw Marc sitting over in the armchair reading some hard cover novel, and she smiled. Not only had he told her all he could about James March, but he told her of other killers who had stayed at the hotel as well. It was amazing how much he knew. This essay was going to rock!

It was a little disturbing just how at ease Megan felt around Marc. Whenever she got back to the hotel, he would be waiting in her room for her to welcome her back with a smile. He'd ask her how her day was, if anything exciting happened... Just listened to her in general. It was nice. A part of her was almost sad that she was going to leave soon.

At the thought of that, her smile turned into a frown. Not just because the thought of saying goodbye to him at any point made her less than happy. No, it was because she knew that she shouldn't be thinking things like that- the guy was a ghost, after all- and last she checked, the living don't exactly get along well with the dead. Well, there was Casper, but that didn't count. Besides, she has her life back in New York.

'But what life is there, really?' a voice said in her head. 'No parents, and you've got one close friend who won't be around forever. Why should you go back?'

'My studies, for one!' Megan argued back. 'I've spent too long working for this to just throw it all away on a whim! I don't even know if he even likes me like that! Oh, and there's the little fact that he's a ghost!' Megan scoffed. "Great... I'm arguing with myself..." she mumbled.

"What was that?" Megan jumped and looked up to see Marc standing beside the bed, a worried frown on his face. "I didn't mean to startle you, but you seemed troubled with something. Is everything alright?" he asked.

Megan could feel her skin begin to burn hotly with a blush. The way his eyes shined when he looked at her... "Yeah, I'm good. Just getting a little frustrated with this essay," she lied. Marc smirked, reached out, and snapped the laptop closed. "Hey!" she huffed. He was lucky she had already saved her progress on the paper, she'd be kicking his ghost ass for a week!

"I want to show you something," he said while holding out his hand.

"What is it?" she asked, allowing him to help her up from the bed. He picked up her jacket and held it so she could shrug it on, his hands cool against the back of her neck when he fluffed her hair out of the collar. She turned around and saw him smirking even more than before. "What?"

"You'll see," was all he told her before he took her hand in his, walked over to the table and grabbed the key before leading her out the door. They took the elevator up a few floors and when they stopped, Marc opened up the gate and motioned for her to walk ahead. He led her down the hallway and stopped in front of a door. "Wait here a moment." And with that, he vanished. Poor Megan jumped when the door before her opened, but she relaxed when she saw it was Marc on the other side. "Come in."

Megan stepped into the room and wondered why on earth would Marc bring her here? It looked like any other room- hell, it was a mirror image of hers! She didn't see anything special. Maybe it was his room back when he was still alive? "I don't understand," she commented as she walked around. She had just begun to lean against a wall when she felt it give away. Luckily for her, Marc lunged forward and caught her just in time before she fell.