Ghost

Sick Day

I woke to a new face staring at me.
"Hello." It said. "I am Jerry."
"Hi... Jerry..." I manage.
"I am a friend of Esmeralda." Jerry said.
"Oooookaaaay. Well then, uh, I'm gonna go eat something." I say awkwardly.
"I will come with you." He said, and with that, he vanished. I had to admit, I was getting a little scared.

At breakfast, Jerry came back. I could see him better now. His eyes, red. Hair the colour of tar. Sharp features, and a mean face.

He watched me.

"Lacey, get out now." Esmeralda said calmly and coolly. "Out of the house, run to Brandon's." She gritted her teeth. "Now!" She screamed, and I ran.

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I ran. My lungs aching for air, knees weak, but I made it. I was at Brandon's house. I fumbled for the key and turned the lock.
"Brandon! Evil ghost! Es told me to... come here..." I pant. "Lock the door! Now! We need to stay safe!" I manage.
"Y-y-yeah. Kyle! Protect the house from ghost threats. Lace, my room now." He says sternly, but I obey, nearly tripping on my way up the stairs.

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I feel nauseous. My stomach churns. I lay down, trying to see if it would work. It doesn't. Note to self: never eat cafeteria food again.

"You okay?" Brandon asks.
"I don't know." I reply.
He slides a hand onto my forehead.
"No fever," he says, pulling me onto his lap. "Come here," he wraps his arms around me, and I blush.

I've never felt more safe than in this moment. Right now, in Brandon's lap. His strong arms holding me, it's magic. I forgot about Jerry and even Esmeralda.

Knock knock! Someone was at the door.
"Shh. Stay here." Brandon says, tightening his arms on my shoulders.
"As if I have a choice." I whisper.
"Shh!" He says.

Bang bang bang! The knocking became louder.
"Brandon... I'm scared." I say.
"Don't be. I'm here." He says.

Bam! A door came down.
"Stop! Jerry!" Esmeralda's voice. I started to panic.
"No, Ezzie. I'm gonna kill your worthless little friend!"
"Don't you dare! I'll kick your butt into next Wednesday!" Esmeralda says.
I smother a giggle, she is one tough cookie!

Footsteps come up the stairs. They get louder and stop in front of the door.
"Lacey, Brandon... come out!" Jerry AKA Mr. Evil Ghosty Man, said.

                To be continued...