In Love with Mr Ghost

10 - My Crazy Stalker!

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Hello guys!

As you can see this chapter is dedicated to BlueJayde and I am asking for you to check her story called The Fake Player. I would put the link here but I don’t see the point because you can’t click on it to redirect you to it and you can’t copy it so I just thought you would like to search the title or something. >.<

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Chapter 10 ~ My Crazy Stalker!

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Leona’s funeral was held at the school church for an hour long mass, figures since the school happens to be a catholic school but it was held three days after her death.

The entire student of St John Catholic High School had showed up as a ‘respect’ for but the truth is we attend the funeral mass because the teacher took the attendance. The entire student body looks bored and some had already fallen asleep except for one person who was actually bawling her heads off.

In the front sat Alexis, Leona’s supposed to be best friend who sat next to a bored looking Rachel who continues to pat Alexis back. Next to Alexis are Leona’s parents. Leona’s father had a stern look as he look at the coffin as if it would open any minute an a laughing Leona would pop out and shout ‘surprise!’ while Leona’s mother had a slight tears on her eyes and time to time would posh-like manner wipes whatever tears rolled down her cheeks. But it was nothing like Alexis fake crying that definitely earns an Oscar.

I rolled my eyes at her before trying to tune out my new found stalker which was screaming her heads of complaining but no one can hear her except me. Yay! NOT!

“What a bitch! She’s crying like as if she cares when she’s throwing a party after my funeral!” Leona continues to complain to me like I’m her new BFF.

Regretting the fact that I actually pay attention to her three days ago after she died was the biggest mistake I ever done as Leona follows me around like a stalker and a crazy one she is. But thankfully she can’t enter the house, why I don’t know but that didn’t stop my other mystery ghost who seems to have a free access to enter the house while the other ghost I encounter this pass days always stop in front of the house unable to enter.

“Can you believe her? What a two face bitch!” Leona continues to rat on.

Silently thanking god if he exist [A/N: No offence to the god believers. This is only to represent Jillian’s personality and beliefs] for my peaceful sleeps and cussing in my head for stupid Leona for not moving on the wherever they suppose to go.

Soft muscular chuckles made Leona’s stop ranting and look around. “Did you hear that?” I ignore her causing the same voice to laugh this time. “Oh. My. God! Have I gone crazy? I’m starting to f***ing hear voices.” She screamed as she looks around the church making Mr Ghost laughs even harder.

I on the other hand didn’t say anything not wanting Polly and the others to look at me like I’m crazy for talking to myself. Bored I look around the room as we sat at the end of the rows of chairs.

The church was painted with different images like a baby version of Jesus sat comfortably on Virgin Mary’s arm. The ceiling however was painted with clouds with angels around where the expensive but old looking chandeliers were like as if they were the one holding it into place and not the ceiling. Above the alter was a white dove with a leave on its mouth like in Noah’s story while a light was shinning behind it and the clouds parted with a few angels looking at it.