Just another ghost-story

What was that?

A few days later, I sat on my usual spot on deck, or rather lying. I lay on my stomach, a pencil behind my ear, two more next to my hand and an eraser to stop them from rolling around with every wave.
The paper before me was still empty. I had traced some lines in the air, a bit above the paper but not yet decidet what to do. Then I just started like I always did. I drew one eye. Then the nose, then the outlines of the mouth followed by the second eye and then the face. I was humming as pencil met paper and created something beautiful. My feet moved in rhythm of the music I made. I closed my eyes for a second, taking in the wonderful smell of the ocean. Salty, seaweed, fish and wet wood. A smile spread over my face.

WHAMM! I jumped up, eyes wide, as a foot stomped down right next to my hand. "Holy Maccaroni! What in the name of Flubber McDuckins did you do that for?", I gasped at the foot. Then I looked up. "Oh. Hey Kid." "You are always here, what are you doing?", he growled at me. I sighed. "Well, what does it look like to you? I'm drawing." I looked down in surprise. I hadn't yet sworen at him! Kid looked at my drawing. "Looks ugly.", he commented. "So does your face but I can fix the drawing, can't fix you tho. I mean, I can try..." Dammit, there it was... Kid leaped at me, I jumped up and ran away, a shocked expression on my face. Kid just on my heels. "Nononononooo! Leave me aloooone!", I shouted over my shoulder, as I sprinted over the deck. I saw how close Kid had become and so I went even faster. I screeched at everyone in my way and they barely got away. Something hit me in the back and I felt it ripping my skin and penetrating my flesh. There was no pain. No blood either. But he had tried to kill me. I stopped dead and Kid ran into me. He bumped into me and onto the ground, taking me down with him. The Knife in my back, I was sure it was a knife, pressed into the ground as I lay on my back, face pressed into Kid's chest. "Hnng.", I tried to speak. He lifted his upper body, still pinning me down and snarled at me. "Gotcha." "Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas and a happy New year. Now could you please stand up so I can remove this knife from my back? It itches..." Kid didn't move for a second. Then he got closer. "Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" I could smell his breath and scent, see every spec in his eyes. "You've got pretty eyes.", I said mindlessly. He frowned at me. "What?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm an artist, I draw mostly faces so I look at people as if I wanted to draw them. Thst's how I can see slight imperfections and so on. But your eyes are really pretty." Kid huffed a little laugh. Then he got up. There was something strange in his eyes, a little light. But I blinked and it was gone. I sat up, trying to reach the knife in my back. It was right between my shoulder blades. For all I tried, I could not reach it. "Dammit.", I looked up to Kid who watched me amused. "Could you please help me?", I asked with a little sigh. He grinned and yanked the knife out of my back. Once the knife was out, there was no trace of a wound. Except for the rip in my clothes. I looked down. "I really like this pantsuit... Why did you have to rip it?" When noone answered, I looked up. Kid was gone.