Just another ghost-story

How it all came to be

We talked a lot while eating and Carl thanked me over and over again. He thanked me for the scarf, for the shower, for the warmth, the fire and the soup. I smiled at him and simply gave him more cookies and made him Tea. After everything, I showed him the house, the guest room and the garden. While we talked, I found out that he became homeless as his wife made him move out, denied him contact to his kids and everything. His story was so sad that I convinced him to stay over the night.

Late in the evening I sent him to bed, watched him feel the soft covers and slip under the bed, after I gave him one of the big shirts I owned. I switched off the lights and whispered "Merry Christmas, Carl."

As soon as he fell asleep, I started to work. This house was mine but I wanted to move anyway. I checked everything, made sure nothing was amiss. When I had checked everything, I started to write a letter to Carl. My hand rubbed over the little stone on my necklace, it was as purple as my eyes. I remembered the time when my hair was black, my eyes were brown and my skin a normal colour. Back then when I was still alive.

It was a few years ago, a bit after my 19th birthday. I saw another one of those wanted posters. Looking around, I ripped it off the wall and ran back home. My room was plastered with wanted Posters and this one was new so I put it up, leaving almost no empty spots on my wall.
Later that evening, I put on my special jumpsuit and this beautiful necklace I bought. I wanted to go into the bar and maybe meet some new people. Humming, I left my home and walked through the late summer night. A few steps in front of the bar, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and smiled at the guy. "How can I help you?", I asked. How foolish I had been... He put a knife at my throat, leaving me frozen in place. My eyes were huge and I followed everything he asked of me. He led me into a dark alley where two more guys were waiting. One held out his hand, showing me some kind of pale fruit. "Look at this, honey! Doesn't it look disgusting? Eat it!" I shook my head viciously, as it looks very poisonous. The first guy held his knife to my back, making me take the fruit. "Eat it!", he ordered me. My hands were shaking as I slowly put it into my mouth. The guy in front of me grinned broadly. "Swallow." I did and it tasted horribly, as if I just ate a dead rat. The guys laughed, as I tried to vomit it back up. Suddenly my body went cold as ice, then hot and cold again. A shudder ripped through me and I collapsed.
When I woke up, the guys lay dead around me, my hair was white and my eyes had turned purple. My skin was almost white and I was floating in the air. What the hell had happened?!

It had been a devils fruit. Turned me into this pale mess. I became a ghost. Capable of turning invisible, floating things around, walking through walls and everything. I could even posess people. I didn't like it that much but it could be fun somentimes.

I shook my head and turned back to the paper. "Dear Carl. As I told you before, I don't need this house anymore. It is yours to keep. Look after it for me, will you?" I signed and put it in front of the guest room door. I didn't need anything to take with me, I didn't eat, sleep or needed to change. These were the clothes I was buried in. I liked them. And because I don't sweat nor smell, I didn't need other clothes. Turning back to the living room, I saw the fire die. With a tiny smile, I became invisible and floated out through the nearest wall.