Louis was a ghost. He supposed that he was frightening to people when they saw him. Not many people saw him, however. Just that woman from earlier. And Joan. Joan never had trouble seeing Louis. Joan was his only friend.
Louis didn't know exactly what had happened. He was very sick; his father and mother had called it 'Pneumonia.' One day he simply woke up and no one could see him. His body was gone and his parents were crying.
He just wasn't ready to let go. He'd watched as his family had moved away and as their family home was turned into an antique shop and then Joan bought it and set up "Joan's Junk Shop." Joan was the first person to ever see Louis. Louis knew that he should just let go of the land of the living, but he couldn't.
He'd cried and cried because his family was gone, and he couldn't help but relive some memories. She had walked in at a weak moment. He was remembering that he had a small sister. He never got to see her grow up. She saw him, and he instinctively made himself disappear.
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Short Stories
RandomSome short stories that myself and a friend HaliMiller, who has since deleted her account :( wrote and published in this little book. It is mostly content from story-based papers we've written at school, but also stories that we wrote just for the h...
