Ghost

Chapter 2: The Green Eyed Boy

Oh my god! There's a fucking stranger in my home. What am I gonna do?!?! I quickly think to myself. I stand frozen while I wait for the man to do something. To lunge at me, to attack me, or at least speak to me, but he does nothing. Emliy Dickenson crouches in front of me standing in a defensive position, hissing at him, but he doesn't look at her. He didn't even flinch. He just keeps his death gaze fixed on me with his emerald green eyes. 

He's tall, definitely taller than me, but not by much. He can't be a year younger or older than me. His ivory skin is shadowed with black stuble, and his shaggy, almost unnaturally black hair hair only defines his eyes even more. His smooth features, muscular neck, and well built figure scare me. I don't want to be the first one to do anything, because I realize that I'm trapped. The knives are on the other side of the room - in the corner that is between us- and even if I decide to run for it, he is blocking the door, and he looks stronger and faster than me. Moreover, when I dropped the mug I had created a minefield of shards of broken glass all around me that would impale my foot if I decided to move.

I don't want to be the first one to do or say anything. Aside from the fact that a stranger is in my home there is definitely something off about him. He's dressed in an old fashioned white cotton shirt with suspenders and dark green, but what frightens me the most is the way he looks at me. His green eyes don't seem to be looking at me, but through me, as if they are boring into my skull, or looking past me at something directly behind me.  

We continue this interlude of neither of us speaking, and of me being horrified for the next few minutes. The anticipation builds up inside of me until I can't take it anymore. I clear my throat in the most manly and voice I can ask, "Who are you and what are you doing here?!"

But he doesn't answer me. He just keeps the same fixed gaze on me as he has for the past few minutes. "What do you want?!" I ask him, but again I receive no response. Only the same blank stare. My courage slowly slipping away, I straighten my back and as powerfully as I can, say, "You tell me who you are, and what you're doing here right now or I'll... I'll.." my voice falters. 

If I wasn't scared before, I am now. My fear paralyzing me, I have no idea what to do. "Please," I ask, "Don't hurt me. Take anything you want." I say, my voice quivering, but he just keeps on staring at me from his corner across the room.

I'm going to die I think He's going to kill me, because he has to be crazy. There's something seriously wrong with him. Why won't he respond to me? 

"Please," I try one final time, my voice feeble, and quivering from fear. I swallow hard, "Please... just leave..." but nothing he just keeps on staring.

I can't stand him staring at me any longer, and look away for a moment, but when I look back he's gone! I gasp, and immediately my eyes start darting back and forth all over the room trying to find where he had to be hiding, but he was nowhere to be found. I close my eyes and rub them, open them once more, and scream. Not three inches from my face is the black haired boy, only his eyes have changed to a sickening beetle black color. Not just the irises, but the entire eye. He stands there staring at me for a few moments with me cowering in fear, my breath shaking violently. He leans in to me, his red lips less than an inch away from mine. I can feel his breath against my lips, only it's as cold as ice. With a voice that is dark and smooth like tinted glass, he speaks to me for the first time whispering, "Run." 

With that I hear a bloodcurdling screech like nails on a blackboard as the boy stands in front of my with his black eyes still staring, his lips not moving. I then hear a cackle that makes me cringe, again a sound he isn't making. The boy's eyes seem to have me frozen with terror where I stand. I feel myself leaning forward into the boy, and myself beginning to fall into the black holes that are his eyes, as I am swallowed by darkness. I kick and scream while I fall through the nothingness as the cackle continues, and suddenly I feel myself fly upright in my bed.