Mr. Ghost (EN)

7. Decision

~~~ Panic at the disco - House of memories ~~~

"What have you been doing upstairs? It sounded like you were not alone, talking with someone," Ellen gave me small smile, while I was glaring at the TV.

"I was calling with my friend," I lied quickly. I'm surely not going to stat explaining her that our house ghost just kind of told me he is planning to use me for his own benefit. Then I thought of something.

"Auntie, was there someone else living in this house except our family? I mean long time ago? I was just thinking about how old this house must be," I turned my head towards Ellen, who was not taken back by my sudden question.

"As far as I can remember, no one but our family occupied this house. Maybe in distant past, but even when I asked my mother and she did hers, I think our family lived here ever since this house was built. I see that we are alike with the curiosity," and Ellen was right, I was hungry for all possible information I could get about this place and people that used to live here before. I never cared for my ancestors, but thanks to him, I was dying to know as of why I am tangled up in his destiny. How could I not want to know more, when I just found out there was a girl which looked exactly like my twin, except her choice of clothing and overall aura.

"You know while I was upstairs in the attic and found tons of old photographs and pictures," I confessed to Ellen.

"They were there even before my own mother was born, but I last saw them when I was small, I completely forget about all the gems the attic is hiding. My mother used to tell me stories being bound to this house though. I think she made up some of them, but who knows there might be seed of truth in them, nevertheless I used to love them when she was telling me tales before bedtime," Ellen smiled, probably remembering those times.

"Do you remember the tales?" my attention was all on Ellen and whether she can tell me something more.

I kept on pestering her to tell me some and she eventually told me almost the same story that was Damon feeding me with. Though there was something more that probably maybe even Damon didn't know.

Ellen told me that what happened was very unfortunate. There was a man that was killed in this house, he was killed by other man who was courting the same woman as the killed man. After that was done, the big scandal happened. The fiancé of the killed man got married for the killer, not bothering to wait until the mourning times will end. This all happened, while no one knew how it was for real, it got all revealed much later, when no one cared anymore.

I was listening to Ellen, realising my heart began to soften for him again. I put hold to my silly behaviour quickly. He doesn't deserve to be pitied, when he uses me like this. I was screaming at my damned curiosity, my damned heart and thought of wanting to know everything.

I don't care!

Ellen decided to go to bed not long after she told me the story and I followed her upstairs, closing the door to the attic, before hiding myself in my room.

He didn't dare to appear, he must have picked up the hint, I gave out. I didn't want to talk to him, or anything else.

At least he was smart enough and I could be finally alone... the thing was, inside of me I was still weirdly tensed and it didn't feel good.

Maybe the fact that even though he might not be right next to me, he was present somewhere in the house for sure.

And I'm starting to be paranoid.