Mr. Ghost (EN)

1. New Beginning

>Ghost town - Human<

I was standing in front of tall old house. In front of a very old but still alright looking house.

The building was towering over me with this mysterious mist flowing around it. The foundation was made of red bricks which contrasted with the bright white wind shutters. My eyes were being drawn to the heavy looking doors with iron knocker shimmering in the light.

I looked around, standing there, with few bits of luggage sitting on the ground next to me, while trying to find the courage to move.

I knew the house will be probably ancient, but I didn't expect anything like this. The thought that I don't have anyone crossed my mind again, as I tried to imagine my distant relatives living in that house.

Why did I have to come all the way here? Ah yes, because I was practically an orphan. My parents died when I was just 5 years old and just month ago I lost my grannie, who was my guardian after my parents' death. She supported me all those long years, she took over the role of my parents and raised me. I felt the sting of tears in my eyes, I shook my head to dismiss them. I loved my grandma, she was everything to me.

After she passed away I didn't have any other choice.

It was to go to the orphanage, or to move to my distant relatives.

Upon that I decided for the second option, because I was supposed to turn legal age very soon anyway. At least I could meet the part of my family I've never known before. I needed to get out of my town and change the surroundings. I kept telling myself, that I made the right decision, but that didn't change the fact I was frightened. So much. As I came from Michigan, from tiny town called Alpena, which was place around little lake, I realised how much I loved it there, the beautiful nature, peace and silence.

And now I was here, in Los Angeles, right in front of this fearsome house. Ah what a joke. I sighed, tired after my long journey, because I didn't have enough money for the flight ticket, so I had to take a bus and train to get here.

Eventually I gathered up all courage inside me, took my suitcases and began to climb up the stone stairs towards wooden front door. There I hesitated once more, thinking if I should knock or use the massive old-fashioned knocker in the middle of the door. I've never seen such thing, unless it was a movie.

Then I found a button of the doorbell. I placed a finger on it, listening to ringing coming from the inside. Nothing was happening for a long time and as I was about to ring the bell again, when I could hear footsteps resonating on the wooden floor. The door suddenly opened and there she was. Older, tall lady with elegance radiating from her, on first sight looking very strict. She had short blond hair, perfectly styled, looking like this perfect housewife from reality shows. Then I noticed the smiling blue eyes, which put me in ease.

She was staring at me for quite a bit, while she was probably considering if I'm not one of those house sellers or some sort of religious fanatic, visiting people's homes. The woman suddenly smiled, perhaps realizing that I'm neither of those, showing me white teeth in her perfect American smile, that made her look very amiable.

"You must be Chelsea," she exclaimed enthusiastically. She opened her arms, automatically welcoming me with bear hug. I was taken back by the warmth, after all I was seeing her for first time in my life.

"Ah, hello," I stammered, after she released me from her embrace.

"Come on, no need to be so shy. I'm your aunt after all, distant but still. My name is Ellen," she introduced herself. Ellen kept smiling at me, which was starting to be contagious, because little grin appeared on my lips as well.