Ghost Girl † fanfic

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The next morning rose from the dark night with the sun shinning in my eyes, the sun stares down at me with bright rays. I squinted my eyes and rose from the bed with messy, sweaty hair. I remembered from last night the nightmare that I had before realizing it was real.

"Zak!" I say, wondering if I was still dreaming. Something didn't seem right, but he doesn't answer me. Weird. I pull the covers to the side and stretch out my body. First my arms, then my legs; a pop and a crack sound fills the tiny room. I place my feet on the cold tiles sending chills down my spine. It was freezing in the room, probably the boys left the a/c on again all night. I turn towards the bathroom to freshen up, as I pass by the window I see a black figure in the corner of my eye. I quickly turn back around to see the figure but it disappears. Super weird. Shaking off the feeling, I continue towards the bathroom. Since the boys are gone, probably getting coffee before they head to their next investigation, I grab out a candle and the ouija board. The one I used before I went on my first investigation. I sat on the cold floor, legs crossed and leaned over to open the box. I grab the board and the glass, then I lay the box behind me and roll up my sleeves. "Okay, lets see what you have to say now." I say softly to myself. I knew that ever since I stepped foot in my house again, she would be back and ready to attach to me. Either way she had a piece stuck to me but it was never connected. Now that I encountered her, and she encountered me; we are one whole. I begin to feel a ripple affect. As if I was in the real world and then drawn to another dimension. I hear tiny giggles and then the candle blows out. Silence.

"Hello?" I ask softly. The ouija glass begins moving by its self. I pull back and stare at it in amazement. Then a figure in black sits on the ground across from me and its arms stretched out holding the ouija glass. I stare at it, frozen. Then a clearer picture shows me a little girl dressed in a white dress with a red ribbon in her hair. She smiles at me and the lets go of the ouija glass.

"Hello." She says softly.

"Wait, I can hear you? You can talk to me?" I say, my heart racing.

"Mhm." She says smiling still, I guess she was excited that I could communicate with her.

"Are you the girl that tried to kill me in the house?" I ask skeptically. I mean, if she was hear to kill me, she would have done it by now...

"No, I'm not." She says. "Although I do come from that house."

"Then, how... what... I don't understand... how can I see you and talk to you?" I ask leaning in forward examining her.

"Because Libby, you have a gift. Not everyone has this but you have a gift of a witch, a spiritual satanic witch, you were granted these gifts to help people like me to get to the other side. You were chosen by angels see ghost and travel to the other side."

"Woah woah wait- what are you talking about?"

"It will all make sense in time. You just got to trust me..."

"Trust you? TRUST YOU? I'm talking to a ghost! I'm pretty sure I'm crazy by now."

"Just shut up and trust me, okay?"

Then she disappears, she vanished into thin air and the candle blows out. Just a stream of smoke fills the room.