Wyatt

Chapter 2

He was 16 when he died. That's all I new, and I didn't want to pry into his past or anything.

I didn't really know how ghosts worked, but I knew if I was one I wouldn't love talking about how and when I died. So instead I just lived amongst him, ignored him if you will. I don't know, maybe that made me weird, but I didn't care. He wasn't exactly bothering me, and he always left me alone....well, at first.

After a while I must have begun to get under his skin.

He began to do silly things to irritate me. Things like sneaking up behind me, messing up my room, or locking certain doors in the house.

Possibly unlike many 13 year olds, I was not easily annoyed. It took a lot to bother me and I didn't like to show it even when I was upset. However when he began to rearrange my prestigious collection of vintage DC universe comic books, I had to speak my mind.

The hard thing was that he wouldn't always show himself. In fact, he NEVER showed himself to my mom. That was one thing that confused me. If he really wanted to get a reaction out of someone, revealing himself to my mom would be hilarious. That would also work if he really wanted us to leave "his" house. Thus killing 2 birds with 1 stone.

However maybe, despite his actions, he hid from my mom so we wouldn't get up and leave.

Despite my original general lack of interest, I began to become curious about Wyatt. I was in the presence of a ghost for crying out loud. What scientist wouldn't want to be in my position. So in an effort to summon him, I bought a new pair of shoes and sat them in front of my bed, as I hid in the closet. Before I new It, I felt a strange brush of chilled air run past the tip of my nose, and then like a puff of smoke, he was there.

I saw him bend down and examine the shoes, but he didn't touch them. He simply snickered to himself and smiled.

"Come out Bennie" he said without even turning his head.

I stepped out of the closet and brushed my silky black hair from my face. I continued to stare blankly at the ground for a while as I took meager steps toward him, before stopping a good 3 feet away, a safe enough distance in my book.

"I'm guessing you wanted to see me?" he said, thrusting his slightly transparent hands into his pockets.

"I-I'm not one for talking" I managed to get out, blushing after stuttering over my words. He really was very attractive, but he was a ghost, and that was a pretty good turn off for me.

"she speaks! Wow. You've been living in my house for over 2 months and you have yet to say more than 3 sentences to me."

"what is there to say" I answered monotonously.

"well for one, why didn't you like freak out, and like tell everyone when you saw me. Why don't you go tell your mom, the police, or anyone.... All the others did" he said. His voices faded to nearly nothing at the last part. He flouting subtly across the room and hovered above my bed.

"I don't know. I guess didn't freak out cus you didn't really startle me. Your not like scary looking or anything. And why should I tell people... They'll just call me creepy, they all call me creepy." I said with my head down still.

"I don't think your creepy" I jumped back a little when I noticed he was right in front of me. My face lit up like a tomato " your really cute actually." he said, this time his face inches from mine.

"step back!" I yelled and instinctively shoved him out of my face, only to shutter as my hand phased completely through him. He didn't even flinch. I grabbed my hand back and clutched it. It felt weird... I couldn't touch him, but I guess that was to be expected.

"Ya can't exactly touch me" he said while smirking slightly. "just like I can't touch you" he reached out to my face and his hand phased right through me, just as I'd done with him. "I can't touch anything"

"that, kinda sucks" I said "wait, how did you mess up my stuff then?"

"subtle influence" was all he said. He then proceeded to wave his hand over a pile of my half-finished homework. I was surprised to see it lift up at his will, and float as he waved his hand around. "I can control things to a certain extant, it's the only contact I can make with the physical plane" as he spoke I looked up at him confused.

"Think of it like this" he continued "You and all other humans live on the physical plane. When a human dies, they are moved onto the spiritual plane, and are stripped of there ability to make contact with the physical plane. When some people die, perhaps by means that were unfair or whatever, ghosts are formed. These ghosts live on the plane between the two I mentioned earlier. I call it the plane of the damned, but that's just my name for it." as he talked he seemed unfocused, and he kept his hands nonchalantly behind his head.

"how, how did you die" I said reluctantly, breaking the one and only rule I had set for myself when I first met Wyatt.

" I don't know..." was all he said, and with that my moms car door sounded from the driveway. Without a another word, he vanished, just as swiftly as he came.

That was the first real conversation I had with Wyatt, and it's one of those bittersweet memories that I will hold dear to me until the day I die, and I hated it. I wanted to forget that day, just as much as I wanted to continue to remember it forever.