As any rational person would do, I screamed! Really loud, I might add! "Uncle Clark!" I start to back away from my window, only to bump into the wall with no where else to go.
"Uncle Clark, where are you? Help!" Where is he and why isn't he running up here to help? Can he really not hear me from my room? What if something happened to him? What if this "guy" brought friends and is hacking my uncle to shreds while I just stand here frozen in place?
"Are you done?" this came from the boy, who's looking at me as if I'm insane. I realize that I haven't stopped screaming. So I give one last piercing scream just to show him who has the upper hand. "Now?" he asks again. "Yes, now are you going to tell me who you are and what your doing in my room?"
"Your room? This is my room," the boy states. "No, I just moved here, pretty sure that makes this my room." Now I'm confused, who was this guy? I walk over to my bed, careful not to make any contact with him. "Okay do you remember hitting your head on something and maybe wandering into someone else's house?" I ask, thinking this may be an injured and confused person.
"What are you talking about? I've lived here all my life; I would appreciate it if you Fleshies would leave me alone and not take over my house." Is this guy for real? Wait, did he just say Fleshies? What the hell is a Fleshies? "It's a living person." Oh shit, I hadn't realized I said most of that out loud. Wait, did he just say living? "Yes, I said living! Jeez, have you never seen a ghost before?" he said. Man, I really have to watch what I say out loud.
How could I not know this guy was a ghost? I always get a bubbly feeling in my stomach when ever they're around. I should have been able know. "Yes I've seen ghosts before! I'm not an idiot, I just didn't realize you were one." The kid, or should I say, ghost is just standing there looking at me wide-eyed.
"Your the first one to ever see me." he's really surprised. "Yeah I get that a lot," all the ghosts who have asked for my help were always surprised to find out I could see them. The first things they would always say were "you can see us?" I was always the first.
"I can't believe this! Someone can actually see me, and to top it all off, it's a girl living in my room!" he shouted with glee. All I could think of was, what did I get myself into?
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If You Need Me... I Talk to the Dead
Teen FictionGemma moves to get away from Ghosts, but what happens when she realizes her new house, specifically her bedroom, is housing it's own interesting guest.
