What I Learned From The Fantasma - Book I

Ch. I - Ghoulish or Girlish

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Grunting, a short girl with curvy legs masterly made her way up a flight of stairs, carrying two boxes that if stacked atop each other would equal the girl's height.

     "Velma!" a feminine voice bellowed,

    "What is it?" hissed Velma, concentrating on not missing a step and toppling over.

    "Hurry! I can't wait for you to see this!" giggled the voice from above,

    "Fine, Annie, I'm here," stated the breathless brunette as she set the boxes down.

Annie eagerly clamped onto Velma's arm and dragged her to the large French windows opposite of the entry.

    "Wow," Velma breathed out, mesmerized by the twinkling lights that made up the Seattle skyline.

Annie grinned, taking in the site, "it's so pretty."

    Looking down amongst the city they envisioned themselves as Gods watching their creations the way one watches the stars in the sky; with a sense of awe.

The fluorescent lights of the neighbouring buildings illuminated the city, giving it an aurora of liveliness. As it shone down, you could spot the specks of people going about, living their lives, intertwining with one another.

And as the two girls looked out an emotion made up of joy and belonging settled.

    Emerging from their tranquil state, a small thought erupted in Velma's mind,

"Annie, I know your parents are helping pay this but how much?'

Still observing the view, Annie casually replied, "as much as we need,"

Sighing, Velma turned around, letting her eyes take in her new living quarters. It was nothing extravagant, a kitchen, a living room, a hallway, two bathrooms, two bedrooms... it was, home now.

"Oh, okay," her mood shifting quickly, "well! I'm gonna go settle into my new kettle, ciao" flashing a peace sign before walking towards the pile of boxes by the entrance and picking a few up.

"What are you going to do first?" called out Annie, making her way towards the kitchen,

"Poster Wall," replied Velma in a singsong voice.

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Entering her room, one word popped into her mind: white.

As in, whiter than the Academy Awards white.

    The nicely-sized bed was white, the dresser was white, the bookshelves posted around the room were white and if she were to look in the bathroom it'd be white too.

Frankly, the one thing that wasn't white was her- thanks to her Mexican roots.

Getting to work on her own little version of the Sistine Chapel, Velma laid her posters out on her bed.

As she worked quietly, her spine tingled and a sinister feeling crept up.

     Someone was there, the room had gotten heavy. Whipping around thinking she would catch dorky Annie behind the door trying to scare her she came up empty.

No one was in her room besides her and her Alex Turner cut out that she absolutely didn't regret purchasing. 

Going back to work, the shaky feeling didn't subside and not a minute after her mind began going back to normal, a gust of cool breeze made its way down Velma's back, so precisely it felt guided.

Breaking away from her posters she went to close the window only to find it sealed tight- an alarming fire hazard... However, if there were a fire, the fact that she was 14 stories was probably the biggest "no, don't use the window, dumbass" factor.

Now, Velma had never been one to fear anything paranormal, heck, she barely believed in it. But as the feeling of being watched became more prominent every little fiber of her told her to go to Annie. Yet, stubbornness was her Achilles heel. She stayed.

As she sat on her bed quietly passing her eyes over every detail in her room trying to find the source of her uneasiness a breathy groan came from behind her,

Her eyes were wide, with either fear or lust- she was a slutty virgin. What can I say...

There it was again, though this time, it was more like... a moan?

Velma, feeling awkward and uncomfortable, whipped her head back and forth frantically trying to locate the culprit. Her eyes were bouncing around her sockets like a game of ping pong and her hands were clammy, 'it must be nerves' she thought.

Of course it must be, new home, new sounds. It was only logical.

But it wasn't. It wasn't the new sounds, it wasn't the new home. Someone or something was there. Hiding in plain sight, just watching Velma as she tried to make sense of her current predicament.

One might think that our dear Velma was, in a way, over reacting. It is true the brain can do and make us hear funny things, such like thinking we're being called when we're not.

The unsettling thing about this specific encounter with weird noises wasn't actually the noises themselves.

Oh no, it was much more intrusive than that.

What caused Velma such a great deal of discomfort was the hand that ran down her arm after the noise quieted down.

There are few and rare times in one's life where you're presented a situation in which you're both terrified and slightly aroused.

This... Was one of those times. Velma was definitely horrified and close to peeing her pants yet, she was, embarrassingly, turned on.

After all, the moan was... attractive.