Beyond The Grave

(21) There's This Guy. He Lives In My Room. Oh, Yeah, And He's A Ghost.

I'm sorry for confusing everyone, but that doesn't mean I'm going to tell you who won!!!

If you go back to chapter 14, where the voting took place, it's pretty obvious who won.

This chapter is short, but it's building up to something BIG.

I want to thank my friend Tegan for giving me a couple of the ideas for this chappie!

(Note to Tegan: I miss Pickle!!!)

Right, at the end of this chapter I have a UBER IMPORTANT note for you.

So read it!!!!

There's This Guy. He Lives In My Room. Oh, Yeah, And He's A Ghost.

Chapter 21

1 week later.

Taylor's POV

I kneel by the side of my bed, cramming yet more stuff into my bag.

Even though my suitcase is like a mini Tardis, I still can't seem to fit everything in.

Seriously.

Who new that you needed this much stuff just to go away for a week?!

I sure didn't, not until a few hours ago, anyway.

I've never had this problem before.

I mean, I've never been out of this town, let alone out of this state!

My parents needed me here, to look after Kaiser, and stuff.

I look back down at the floor, trying to decide between the pink hoodie or the purple one.

What the hell. I pack both.

When I've finally, finally gathered all my stuff, I find that I have the problem of zipping it.

I lean on it, but the zip won't meet together.

I'm about to sit on it, when the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I turn around, but there's no one there.

That can only mean one thing.

"Miles?" I ask, tentatively.

I hear a rustle, and I spin around to see a pen hovering in mid air over a piece of paper.

I always leave it out, so it's ready for when Miles comes.

"Please," He's writing.

"Please what?" I ask, even though I already know.

"Don't go."

"Miles, I have to. I'm sorry."

"No, you don't have to." I could see the agitation in his handwriting. "Taylor, you'll die."

"No, I won't. But I will if I can't get this suitcase closed."

The pen is dropped, and then I feel his breathe on my neck.

But instead of helping me close it, he picks up some of my clothes, and chucks it out.

"What the hell?!" I shout.

But he can't answer; he's too far away from writing resources. Instead, he determinedly picks up some more clothes.

I realise that he's trying to empty my suitcase, stop me from going.

And I feel so bad. I never want to hurt him.

"Miles," I whisper, "I'm sorry, I really am. But I have to go, I have to, okay?"

And then tears leak out of my eyes, and I put my head in my arms, just crying softly.

I hear some more rustling.

After a few minutes of this I feel tingles all around me.

I lean into his hug.

After a few minutes, I feel a tingling finger under my chin, coaxing it up.

When I raise my eyes, I see that all my clothes are back in the suitcase, and it is firmly zipped up.

UBER IMPORTANT NOTE: right, so I need some reader... advice, if you like. So, I'm going to choose one wattpad reader, and I will talk to them about what I'm planning to do with the story, and they can say if it's a good idea, and stuff.

Also, I have two possible endings for this story, so the winner can help me decide which one!

How to apply: Just leave a message on this chapter, saying whatever. You know, stuff that'll make me want to choose you!

RULES FOR APPLYING: You have to make a pinky promise not to tell ANYONE my plan for the story. Seriously.

Also, you have to be a fan, because if you are, then that means that you like my stuff, and aren't set out to eat me, or whatever.

And on comment you have to do to apply, you can't put any of your idea's there, because if I did decide to use it, then everyone would know what was going to happen.

I will choose the winner in roughly 24 hours time.

If I do choose you, and if you give me an idea, then I will give you credit for it. :D

I <3 you!!!!

WickedLovely

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