December 2nd
Dear ghost files,
Something strange happened today.
I was walking down the road and I bumped into someone. I didn't walk through them. It scared me. I think it scared the person to. It was a boy with very curly hair. Looking in to his mind, his name was Harry Styles, and I could tell he was famous. I don't know what I looked like, but it must've been bad to scare a guy.
I can't be touch. Or seen. Or heard. So this creeped me out. Harry's eyes were wide. "You can see me?" I whispered. Harry nodded slowly, and I vanished myself. I was in the building next to us, looking at him from a window. His eyes were wide and he was scared, but he just kept walking.
Then I followed him, and I read his mind.
'What was that?' He thought. I frowned. I'm not a that. He walked to the door of a very big house, went inside and locked the door. I walked through the door easily, without opening it.
There was Harry and another boy, and Harry was telling him about me. I looked into the other boys mind. Louis Tomlinson. Also famous. These two boys were in a band together, with three other boys.
Louis eyes widened as Harry told him about his encounter with me. Then they both looked straight at me, and if possible their eyes got even bigger. "Wh-who are y-you?" Louis stuttered out. "It's her" Harry whispered. "How can you see me?" I whispered and made myself appear in front of them. The both fell backwards, and hugged each other. "You shouldn't be able to see me. I'm a ghost. No one can see me. Are you dead too?" I asked, but I knew they were very much living.
I bent down and brushed Harry's curls with my fingers. They didnt go right through them. I actually TOUCHED them. Harry started to cry. My eyes widened and I backed up. "Harry, Louis?! Wha-" a boy with blonde Hair came out, Niall Horan. His eyes widened when he saw me and he froze.
Then I made myself disappear to here. I'm in and abandoned building, close to their house.
How can they see me? They shouldn't be able to! They could hear me to. And touch me. That's impossible. I need to find out what's going on.
You know.. I'm scared.
But I'm going to find out.
Authors note; so it begins.
