Deathly kissed: A ghostly romance

strange meetings

Once we arrived, we were greeted by the boarding master. A tall elegant woman in her early forties. After her long speech on school rules and good behaviour we were dismissed and sent to our rooms for a tour around the school. The school was as grand as its name. We were greeted by a huge grand staircase made of wood in the middle of the entrance hall and a wooden fireplace on each side of the room.

The school was spooky on the outside but not as spooky as it was on the inside. Inside, the school seemed forbidding and mysterious. The rooms were all panelled and from the old walls hung a huge number of portraits of past students and teachers no doubt. My master located me to my room and left.

I made my way into my room and gasped in awe at the sight before me. In the middle of my room sat a luxurious four-poster bed with silk bed sheets. From the many windows hung huge damask curtains. However, the guttering candles on my french chest of drawers produced an eerie feeling in the room.

" Oh god not again" I whined as I saw a presence sitting on one of the armchairs facing the bay window opposite my bed. He was definetely a ghost due the aura of light radiating itself from his body. The only thing distinguishing him as a ghost.

Sensing my presence the guy looked at me and then uninterested went back to looking outside the window.

"Excuse me, what are you doing in my room?" I demanded rudely. Although the guy was hot I didn't want a stranger in my room. How am I supposed to change with him here anyway. As you can see I am not afraid of ghosts anymore but that still doesn't make it ok to be around them all the time.

"Your room? I have been living here for over 160 years!", he retorted suprised and amused at the same time.

"Yeah, so what's your glitch?" I replied for the hundred time this year. I was so used to this that I didn't even bother that much. Let's say I don't like my special gift. At all. I feel cursed that I can see ghosts although nowadays I am not that bothered anymore. But still.

"My what?", he asked me confused at my 21st century word.

" What is keeping you from going to to the after life?" I explained.

" Should there be a reason for being a ghost?" he asked amused.

" Yes! hanging around as a ghost for over 160 years is not normal. Lucky for you I am a mediator and I am willing to help you get to the after life", I pointed out.

" A mediator, well that explains it, however sweetheart I am happy hanging around as a ghost", he whispered.

Sweetheart? What does he take me for. Well, thinking about it he is hot. His porcelain face and brown hair brings out the best in his blue eyes. I shook my head trying to get rid of the thoughts, I couldn't fall in love with a ghost that's for sure, no matter how hot he is.

I looked at his smiling persona and before I could reply he murmured, " So you didn't tell me your name"

"It's Gabrielle, but you can call me Gaby", I stated.

" Please to meet you Gaby, my name is Edward" he said in a heavy british accent.

"Well, Edward not to sound rude or anything but you've got to leave", I ordered softly.

"Fine", he chuckled and with that he vanished into thin air.