100 HAUNTINGS

Seven: I Loved Her...

As a guy, I need a girl. My name is Dean Samuels. I'm seventeen. I met a girl named Andrea Jansson at school. She was very beautiful. She was beautiful, smart, caring, disciplined and loving. That's why she's my only one. No one will take her from me.

One day, we took a walk in the woods. I don't know why she loves the woods. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to a tree.

"You wanna climb with me? To the top?" She asked me.

"Sure!" I said with excitement.

First to climb was Andrea then I was behind her. We climbed up to the top trunk of the 60-feet tree. We both sat on the trunk, as Andrea was almost on the edge.

She was happily looking around, seeing the beautiful view. I just smiled at her.

"What?" She asked happily.

"Nothing." I said.

"It's my first time to see a beautiful view when I climb up trees." She replied.

Then suddenly, the trunk, was about to fall.

"Andrea!!! We got to get down!!!" I yelled, reaching out my hand to her, who was a little far from me.

She tried to grab my hand but, the trunk cracked, broke off the tree and fell to the ground.

"NOOOO!!!!!!!!!" I screamed, as Andrea fell down with the trunk. I quickly climbed down the tree, and as I got to the ground, I ran to Andrea's dead body.

I placed her head on my legs, and hugged her. I never had a chance to let go.

"Please, Andrea. Come back. Come back---" I whispered to her, as I cried.

She has no pulse, her heart wasn't working, and most of all, blood came out of her nose. I cried even more. I screamed for help, I hope someone heard me.

Luckily, there was. A hunter, in the woods. We both brought her to the hospital, but she didn't make it. Her mom and dad never left me in the hospital. Her mom never stopped crying. Her dad never stopped blaming himself.

The next day, we placed her in her coffin in their house. There were a lot of visitors, especially Kate and Zoe, Andrea's best friends, who cried as they saw her lying in the coffin. I went upstairs, to her room. I sat on the bed, and sighed.

"I shouldn't have let you climb up the tree. I shouldn't have." I cried, whispering to myself.

"She died because of me. She died."

"I wish I was the dead one, not you, Andrea. Your family loves you, I love you, your parents love you."

I cried and cried, blamed myself for everything.

Until, Andrea's mom came in the room. She was definitely crying, as she sat beside me. She placed her hand on my shoulder, and hugged me.

"I wish Andrea was still here." Her mom said.

An hour later, we walked through the woods, to go to the town cemetery. After she was buried, everyone left, except for me. I looked at the coffin.

"I love you, Andrea." I cried.

I took some soil in my hands, and dropped it onto the coffin.

I left the cemetery afterwards. That's the last day that everything were normal.

Two years passed, and the strange things had been happening.

Everytime I wake up in the morning, I can hear someone, who says good morning Dean, even if I'm alone in my apartment.

Sometimes, things move when I don't look or touch them.

Then, sometimes, I feel like someone's hugging me. I wanted to see a psychic, who can help me.

The next day, I went to see one, and her name was Lorraine Palmer. People says she's one of the best.

I knocked on he door, hoping she will answer.

The door opened. "Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Dean Samuels. I'm 19 years old."

"What do you want?"

"I need to ask about something."

She let me in, and we talked in the living room. She gave a glass of water.

"What is it?" She asked me.

"Things had been happening. Something like someone is trying to contact me." I said, and continued, told her everything. She nodded and nodded.

"Well, that's something. Can I ask if you lost someone you love?" She asked.

"Yes. She died two years ago."

"Well then, now you know who's been contacting you." She said, as she smiled.

I was surprised. Andrea had been contacting me for about a month. I'm very happy. She's been with me the whole time. I almost cried. I thanked her and left.

Days later, I heard Lorraine had died of a heart attack. I felt sad. And after that, Andrea wasn't contacting me. I was in the dining room, alone, drinking wine. Then someone came in, it was my mom.

She sighed, "Dean, stop drinking. It's Andrea's death anniversary today. Maybe you could go to the cemetery with her parents." She said. I didn't say a word, just piched my eyebrows together.

Mom left my apartment, as I just sat on the chair. I went into my room, and sat on my bed. I stopped myself from crying. Then, suddenly, I felt someone was hugging me. It was cold. It was a little scary, but as soon as I felt the hands, it felt like I was holding Andrea again. And----as I looked behind, I saw Andrea's beautiful eyes facing me! She was real, really hugging me. She was, I felt her. I hugged her tightly, felt the happiness I wanted to feel while she's with me. I cried, filled with joy. I never felt so much happiness since I lost her, but now, she's with me again.

"Andrea! I've missed you! But why are you here?" I asked happily.

"I'm always with you, Dean. It's my death anniversary today, and I had a chance to show up. But not for long." Her smile became smaller.

"No, Andrea. Please. Stay. I want you to be here with me. I love you." I said to Andrea, holding her hand.

"I'm always with you, Dean. You just don't see me 'cause---I'm dead. But I'm always with you. I love you, Dean. Even if you marry someone else. You need someone."

"No, Andrea. You're my only one. I can't. I'm taken, you're the girl I love." I cried.

She smiled, and almost cried. "I'm right here, Dean." She held my chest, and hugged me. "I'll always be with you. Forever."

Right after she hugged me, I kissed her. That's what I've been wanting to do since ever we had our last moments two years ago. After the kiss, she smiled, and disappeared.

I loved her. That's the only thing I lived for. I lived for Andrea. I kissed someone who's not in her body but only her spirit. I want to die and be with her.