Suicide House

Chapter 3

I stumbled back downstairs in a trance, my mind whirling. There was a ghost who might very well be the most beautiful human being on earth, and he of all things, living or otherwise, thought I was pretty? I had a seriously messed up life.

I went into the kitchen and started writing out a list of food that we would need if we were to survive. The kitchen was very large with a long marble island and nice tiled floors. With how old it looked outside, it sure didn't match the inside, it looked fairly modern but still held that old timeless quality, lots of dark oak wood and brass accented the soft browns and warm greys that were found around the house.

Milk

Eggs

Cheese

Bread

I kept going with other things that would definitely taste good, including baking supplies. I loved baking and anything to do with making food. My mother taught me how to cook before dying, it helped me feel close to her.

I started unpacking the cutlery, bowls, pots and pans, anything and everything. Soon enough the kitchen was tidy and looked as though people actually lived in the house.

I opened the fridge and made sure that it was starting to get cold so it would be ready by time we had some food to put in it. Finally I was finished. I looked around with pride, this would be very nice indeed.

I was hunched over the list when Peter came in. He tugged the list away from me and looked it over, I looked up at him and he nodded before calling James downstairs.

"Yo, James! Wanna come get groceries?" He called out into the house. James came into view.

"Yeah sure," he said from the top of the stairs, then he sat on the banister and slid down gracefully. I grinned, that looked like fun.

Peter turned to me and asked the same question, I shrugged and shook my head. He nodded before grabbing his coat and going to the front door, James in tow.

"Bye Alex!" They chorused before turning and walking out the door.

I sighed and looked around, this was a very big house. 

Just as I was turning to leave, a young girl spun into view on the island, she smiled and slid across it. She wore a very simple dress, it was a soft blue with some shimmers of silver trailing behind her. Definitely another ghost. I watched as she hopped off the counter and twirled around the kitchen in a daze, a soft smile spread across her face as she looked around the now bright kitchen. Her hair was a dark brown, almost black. It floated around as if she was underwater. She turned still grinning to face me, giggled then turned to a cloud of glitter that flickered through the air before disappearing. As the last remnants faded I heard a whispered thank you.

I stood with my mouth agape for a long while before turning and heading back upstairs, stumbling into my room and falling onto my bed. How would I survive?