Mirage [n.h.]

three

This chapter is dedicated to realityinfiction! She gave me lots of ideas on what can I write and include in this whole book. If you're a Harry girl, go check her fics, it's all amazeballs!

Starting here, it would all be on Niall's POV

The girl riding on a bicycle. The girl grinning widely. The girl on the photo is standing standing infront of me. She's looking to me with furious eyes and crossed arms on her chest. Why would she feel that way? And how did she go inside my apartment?

I hold my chest using my right hand to feel my heartbeat at the moment, after my screaming, and I compose myself and ask her, just to be sure that i'm right with my perception awhile ago,

"Who are you?" I ask

"I'm the owner of this apartment. And you?"

"I'm also the owner of this apartment"

"What! I've been staying for three years already!" she exclaims

How come? Mr. Davis told me that the previous owner of this, didn't go home for five months now. That results on her family pulling out all her things. And, why would Mr.Hughes and my working company assign me to this kind of apartment? If he does know that this is still occupied? And why would've Mr.Davis sold this place, in the first place?

"Hello?" She snaps her fingers infront of me, roll her eyes, and turned on her heels and walk pass through the door.

Walk pass through the door.

Walk pass through the door.

Walk pass through the door.

WALK PASS THROUGH THE DOOR.

I keep on thinking about that and minutes after pondering that shocking movement that took place not too long ago, I, again, screamed.

I walk to my bed and buried my hands on my head and try to process the things that are happening at the moment in this four-sided room of mine.... or her? Or mine?

When I regained back to normal state (Well, with still trembling state), That girl, or should I say ghost is again infront of me with still crossed arms.

"Are you coming or what?" She snaps and tilts her head on the side, waiting for my answer.

"W- Wh-at?" I stutter

"Let's go to Mr.Davis and ask him, why he sold this apartment already-"

I cut her off and explain those words our landlord told me.

"You're not going home for five months now. So, your family pulled out everything here, including your things here" I ask and move to the drawers of my bedside table and get the picture frame I've seen awhile ago. "Except this" I say and show it to her.

When I show it to her, while scared feature still evident to my face and trembling hands, she just looks to it, and move her gaze up to me, and tears trying to escape on her brown eyes starts to form.

"Yes" She again looks to the picture and try to touch it but failed to do so because it just went through it. Confirmed, she's a ghost

"Aren't you afraid?" she continues and moves back her gaze to me.

"On where?" I quizically ask her

"Me. Infront of you, is a ghost" she says and I just stare at her. "See, you are" she says

"How did you know?" I ask, almost in a whisper, because I really am afraid at the moment because there's a ghost inside my apartment.

"Your reaction right now! See, you are holding your chest right now, you're stuttering when talking, and most of all, your face!" she pauses and laughs, "Twisted in terror!" She again laughs and shuts up afterwards, placing her left hand on her mouth to prevent on laughing.