My house isnt all that big, just a medium sized two story house. Not that big. Right? Upstairs there's a bathroom, when you first walk in there are two sinks and a large countertop, then there's another door. When you open that door there is a toilet and shower combined in that small little room. I live in this house. My name? It's really not that important, but if you insist: Lucy Mavros. But everyone calls me Lucy. I've lived in this house for over 5 years, but I've never put much thought into the feelings I get in the second upstairs bathroom. It sounds weird, right? Well let me explain:
Whenever I would grumble upstairs to clean off the counters, I would open the door to come to find the counters already shining clean. When I would have to go and replace the toilet paper sack in the smaller bathroom compartment, I would find the much needed necessity already replenished. Most of all, when I would hobble into the shower to wash under the warm water, I would find that I forgot my shampoo, I stuck my head outside the curtain to see if it was on the floor, when I pulled back into the shower, I would find it on the second shelf, as if mocking me.
Now I know youre thinking it could be a coincidence or that I was just imagining things, but I've already tried that. Still, the strange encounters in my upstairs bathroom do not cease. At first I was scared and stood as far away from upstairs as possible, then, little by little I realized that my invisible friend could have hurt me or taken advantage of my state any day of the week. But he didnt, I thought that showed alot about him. So I slowly ventured back to his living place, I decided.
How do I know it's a guy? I communicated with him. Now dont yell at me like that, I didnt use a quiji board or whatever. I asked him a question, closed my eyes, and when I opened them, the penny in my hand would be flipped to tails or heads, depending on his answer. Afterwards we became good friends, and I can call him that, my friend, because he is one. Now, at age 17, my birthday is not far away, and I run upstairs to talk to my good friend.
"John! Johnathon!" I wait for a while before I see the bathroom curtains rustle, his signal that he's here and listening.
"Thanks, I didnt know if you were here or not, but I guess you're always here, huh?" I closed my eyes and opened my hand, heads was usually yes, tails was no.
When I opened my eyes the quarter was flipped to tails, (I discovered his love of quarters and shiny objects) "What?! You mean you can travel all over the house?! Thats so cool! Wait? How come you never told me this before?" I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Nevermind, nevermind, stupid question. Anyway I need to talk to you...It's important." I could feel his eyes stare at me.
"My 18th birthday...I'm moving out..."
