Margaret

Margaret [One Shot]

"Margaret" by luminatina

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I met a girl. She's not like any other girl you'll get to meet. She said her name was Margaret. I don't know if she just made that up. I don't know if she really knew her name. But all I know is that she's real... or maybe not.

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I

It's rusty. The walls have cracks, the ceilings are full of spider webs, and all in all, my new house does not look new. It looks a lot older than old. Though, it does not look haunted. More like creepy. It's really big for just me, but at least I got it in a low cost. I received all the keys for all the rooms from the housekeeper, but when I checked, one key is missing.

I have visited all the rooms, except for the one in the far left side of the house. I seem to be dragged by the room since a while ago, but I chose to go there last because I got no key for it.

Now, I stood in front of the wooden door, and placed my hand on the knob. I slowly tried to tilt it, but it's stuck. It is locked. So there's no other option than to break the knob.

Upon opening the door, I expected to see the very same view like what I saw in the other rooms inside the house, but this one has so much more than that.

Beside the window, a girl, about my age, stood with her back facing me. She has dark pure brown hair falling a little below her waist, and her really white complexion resembles that of a crystal. I took one step forward, and she turned to look at me. The rays of the sun was passing right through her. Humans are opaque. But she's translucent. She looked directly at me. And in that moment, when her green eyes met my brown ones, I knew she's not any other girl. She's not human-ly. She's probably an angel... or more like... a ghost.

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II

Surprisingly, I am not scared. Not even nervous. Well, to be honest, she doesn't look like someone to be scared of.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound very normal.

Her eyes widened in surprise. She seemed more afraid of me than I was of her.

She straightened herself up. and looked at me from head-to-toe. She breathed heavily before answering, "Do you see me?"

I laughed in my mind. Ghosts, really, have weird ways of saying "hello" to a human.

"Yes," I simply said, not knowing if I should be adding anything else.

"Who are you? How do you see me?" she answered, puzzled.

I shook my head, "My name is Miguel. And I don't have any idea why I see... a ghost?"

"I am not a ghost," she corrected, "I am Margaret, and I prefer being called 'the girl who came back to life' instead of being called a ghost."