My Eyes Pick Up What Most Leave Behind

Chapter Four

Chapter 4-

               I started walking to my front door when is sensed yet another ghost. I could tell this one was angry. Before I could turn around to confront him, I felt a hand cover my mouth. I took in my breath sharply and tried to scream, but this person, or thing, was relentless.

               "Stay quiet. I don't want to hurt you," A male voice ordered.

                I stopped struggling and he loosened his grip. He removed his hand from my mouth, and I started to talk.

               "You have no right to touch me. You are not even supposed to be here!"

               He shushed me and hissed back, "That's what you think."

               I rolled my eyes, "I need to eat my dinner. Wait in my room so we can at least figure out what you need from me."

                I was somewhat used to this. Some ghosts will do anything to get what they want.

               "You mean my room?" He asked, raising a light brown eyebrow.

                Oh, I see. This was his house. I guess he has some sort of a right to be mad. I had no intention to make him madder, so I gave in.

                "Yes, your room."

                He finally let to of me, and I got a better look at him. He was wearing a pair of trousers, and suspenders with a white button up shirt. He had light brown hair, and leather shoes. I noticed a golden pocket watch in his right pocket. He looked like he was from the 1940's. And definitely not poor. I stopped looking at him and went inside. On the table was my bowl of Spaghetti, and a note. 'Scarlett, honey, I am going to need to leave for a few hours to attend a meeting at work. Enjoy your dinner!' I grabbed a Coke from the fridge and started eating. 

               I was done about fifteen minutes later, and headed up to my room. Mr. Ghost was sitting on my bed, reading a recent issue of Seventeen. I couldn't help but giggle.

                "Uh, you do realize that is for teenage girls in the current year, right?"

                He jumped a little bit, before looking up at me, incredibly confused.

               "I don't understand. Is it a good or a bad thing to be 'hot'?" He asked me.

               I burst out laughing and replied, "Nowadays it means good looking. So it's a good thing."

               I snatched the magazine from him. He was on a page that read, 'Are you HOT or NOT? Take this quiz to find out!' I threw it on my desk and sat down on the bed next to him.  

               "Ok, lets start with your name," I said to him.

               He brushed his hair out of his eye when he said, "My name is Mark."

               I nodded, and replied with, "Ok, Mark. What is it that you need from me?"

               He replied, with a pained look on his face, "I need to find my dearly beloved Nanami. My father owned a factory that her father worked at during World War II. She was Japanese, and it was not acceptable for us to be together. We were forbidden to see each other, and this hurt her so much that she committed suicide. She stabbed herself in the stomach, killing her within the hour. I could not bear to lose her, so I put a gun to my head. I have been looking for her since the day I died."

               Now, being clairsentient and all, I felt his pain. This is when my gift comes in handy. A silent tear rolled down my cheek as I quietly spoke, "She left about an hour ago. I know it was her."

               Mark's face lit up. I was so motivated to get them together again, so they can finally rest in peace. I pulled out my phone and called Alice, and asked her if Nanami was still there. She said yes, and sounded very distressed. I shut my phone and slipped it in my pocket. I was worried about Alice, but I tried to smile at Mark. I motioned for him to follow me, and we got in my car and rushed to Alice's house. 

               Five minutes later, we pulled into her driveway. Her front door was unlocked so we walked in. I gasped at what I saw, worry flooding every inch of my body. Alice was tied to a wooden dining chair, so tightly that the rope was cutting into her soft skin. Tears were falling down her red cheeks as Nanami stood next to her, holding a knife to her throat. I ran up to her, Mark following close behind.

               "Mark!" Nanami gasped.

               She dropped her knife, which slashed Alice's shoulder. Blood bubbled to the surface immediately, causing Alice to writhe in pain.