Octavia Philips ( A casper oc story )

mini story 1: a night awake

I walk down the hallway, trying to be as quite as I can be. I really shouldn't be up at this hour. But I can't sleep. Ever since I came out of my 150 years of sleeping I can't seem to get tired.

Where is the library? I know Dr. Harvey said there was one in whipstaff. But this place is so big, without help it could take me hours to find it. Good thing I'm an all nighter I guess. I near the entrance to the living room, when I hear the t.v. Is someone up? I know casper sometimes stays up late...maybe I can I ask him for assistance.

I peek my head into the living room and see one of the ghostly trio watching the television. It was the one who had a strong smell to him, but I can't think of what casper and Dr.Harvey called him. I know it was something strange though. He has tried talking to me before, but I normally don't say more than two words to him, thanks to anxiety.
It's kind of weird seeing him with the other two. They are always together it seems like.

I wonder if he knows where it is. He doesn't seem like the type to spend his time in a library. Then again it couldn't hurt to ask. I start to walk into the room when anxiety hits me. Yeah nevermind, better just not bother him. I quickly turn to walk out. "Octavia?" I hear him say.

Damn it. I slowly turn around to look at him. "Ya need somethin' ?" He asks. I feel my body shake. I shouldn't bother him. It's really late and he probably doesn't get that much time alone. "I, um, was just looking for a room -the library. But I can find it myself. I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you." I try my best not to make eye contact with him. That's always awkward. "Oh, don't worry your not." He picks up the remote and pauses whatever he was watching. He sets the romote back down and floats over to me. "Anyways I don't mind helping you at all.What room did ya say you were lookin for?"

"The library..." I say. His smell gets stronger as he stands near me. "Oh, this way-" he says grabbing my arm. I feel my face turn red and my cheeks burn a little from the feeling. He pulls me through the halls. He's going so fast it's a little hard to keep up with him. I notice we near the stair case. He'll pull my arm out of its socket if he pulls me over the ledge!

I try to call out to him but he can't hear me. He slows down and picks me up piggy back style as we go over the ledge of the staircase. It happened so fast I almost didn't have time to hold on to him. I wrap my arms tight for the fear of falling. I might be dead, but I still have somewhat of a human body, there for if I fall and crack my skull open I'm just gonna have to deal with it.

"Don't worry I won't drop ya." I feel a little embarrassed for holding on to him so hard. We reach the bottom to the floor but he doesn't put me down. He takes me the rest of the way on his back. We finally reach a door and stop.

"Hear ya go doll." I climb off his back. I open the door to see rows of book cases. Wow...it was bigger than I was expecting it to be. I turn around and face him "thank you, uh..." he smiles. "Ya can just call me stinkie"

Such an odd name. I'm not judging though. I start to walk into the library and browse through the huge selection of books. "Um Octavia?" I turn to look at him again. "If ya ever need anything at all, don't be afraid to ask, or anything else. I'm hear."

I flash him a smile "Will do." He gives me a smile back, revealing his buck yellow teeth. He then floats away and closes the door behind him. I spend the rest of the night reading books by Mark twain and Stephen king. I love scary books. And it only took me an hour to find some I actually enjoyed. In the back of my mind, I think about what stinkie said. I wouldn't mind befriending him, he seems nice. Well at least to me...I've seen how cruelly he and his brothers treat casper.

I decided to leave the library around six o'clock to watch the sunrise. In a form of a faint memory, I remember a long time ago when my brother and I would wake up and watch the sun rise before having to do chores. It's weird now that I think about it...I only have bits and pieces of my past and yet I know more about myself than I really should.

I walk out to the soft grass and let my blackened wings come out. Letting the warm sunlight hit them. Another beautiful day in my new afterlife.