There are many times in life where the people that mean the most of you fade away. I'm not talking about best friends, former boyfriends, or even family members that passed on. No, for me this special someone is one who might not even exist. You see, the house I grew up in was haunted. Specifically, our guest bedroom. When I was around 4, my coisin stayed in it, and the next morning told us that she heard strange sounds. Dad just thought it was the storm, but later that day, she told me it was some kind of voice. After she went home, I decided to investigate, and that's when I saw him. He looked only a couple years older than me, with a body I could see right through. The first thing he did when our eyes locked was run away. His body passed through the closet door, and I ran after him. I found him in the closet shivering, telling me to stay away from him. I didn't listen. We talked, became friends Every day after school, I'd go into his room, tell him about my day. This continued for 12 years. We both grew up during that time. However, my family decided to move. I found out that he couldn't leave this house. The day we moved, I hugged him, our bond letting me actually feel his body. His tears wet my shirt. "I love you," he said, and I never saw him again.
Prompt given by black1001, from the discussion here: http://www.wattpad.com/forums/discussion/778778/MAKE+A+STORY+HAVING+THIS+ENDING!
A/N: I tried extending this into a full story, but couldn't get it to go anywhere I liked. Oh well, this was still kind of fun to do.
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Short StoryA series of mostly unrelated short stories that don't have enough to be their own story. Some featuring random cameos, guest writers, previews of coming stories and penguins because that's just the way I roll.
