The Girl & The Ghost

Chapter 4

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I had been falling asleep when I saw a figure. It looked to be a boy around my age, but he had blonde hair and wore dark clothing.

I was scared; shaking in my bed as I watched him. He was staring strait at me through my door.

I couldn't move my eyes away, or even scream for my father to come.

"why are you here?" I whispered and new that this boy had not broken in, but had been the boy I saw the night we moved in.

He didn't move, but mouthed something I could not comprehend. He began to move closer to my door, mouthing the same words as he walked toward me.

My heart was pounding and the air was turning colder by the minute. Paralysed I lay in my bed watching him come closer. The dim light coming from the hallway showed his full features.

He was beautiful! Dark brown eyes and shaggy hair that fell over his eyes and made him look very mysterious. He was tall, very tall compared to my petite figure, and he seemed to be at least six years older than I was. His lips kept moving, but I noticed a slight scar on the bottom right of his lip.

He soon reached my door. I could comprehend quickly enough to realize that he had walked into my room. I stared in awe at his beautiful and masculine face. All fear that was once in me left, and I was overcome by a feeling of curiosity.

I knew this boy was not alive. I could feel the sadness he emanated; he made my whole body uncontrolably sad and cold.

How could he do this to me? What was he doing?

He knelt by my bed and I watched his lips move carefully. In a soft whisper he said "I'm here to move forward."

Move forward?

"how do you move forward?" I asked, he simply thought for a moment. I noticed that a tear was rolling down my face as I watched him, letting the sudden feeling of sadness control me.

"I'll show you," he said and wipped the tear from my face tenderly. I knew then that this boy was kind, and not here to hurt me.

If this was any other night, but the night that I had made the deal with my bully, I would have thought this boy was a rapist or something.

Good thing for him, I didn't.

I now regret never thinking this!