Around The World With You

SIX: Park Ghost

"Why are people afraid of ghosts? 'Ooh, no, I wouldn't want to see one! I'd be too scared' — accompanied by a tremolo of fear in the voice — is the common reaction. This puzzles me. I'd think anyone would welcome the opportunity. I've never heard of a ghost hurting anybody."  Dick Cavett

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I tried to breathe, but right then, it was a task impossible to accomplish. I almost fell back into the bench as I groped around for my senses.

He jumped, he actually jumped. Oh my god, I killed Blake Ashton. Why didn't I get out of the house earlier? But then, he was stupid too. Who would jump over a wall for a random girl like me? Why would anyone even do that?

I forced myself to walk because my legs were too weak to break into a run. Sweat dripped across my face, both from the sun and the fear. I turned around the gate, my phone in hand and ready to call the ambulance. I walked and walked until I reached his body. I kept walking.

And walking.

Where was the body? I walked further, confused if I hadn't gone far enough. A few minutes later, I stumbled upon the South Gate, and all this while, I hadn't seen Blake.

When did I start hallucinating?

I wasn't hallucinating, I know what my eyes saw. I saw Blake. On the floor. But why wasn't he here now? Where was his body? Did the ambulance already come? No way, I didn't hear the loud ear-splitting sirens. I leaned against the high stone wall. "What happened to him?" I said, thinking loud. I looked to my left, towards the high residential buildings and stared at them with absolutely nothing in mind. Why did this feel so wrong?

Confused and deciding to head to the park security to enquire, I turned back. My literally popped out of its cage then. My eyes widened to form two Jupiters and I felt my blood go cold.

I saw Blake standing tall in front of me, his lower lip tucked in.

No, no, no. Ghosts don't exist. Blake is likely to have a wandering soul after his death, because he had done so many wicked things. But why can I see him? And he looks so real....I am hallucinating. Something is really wrong with me.

Fear encased me as I let out a loud scream in fright. His lost soul is out to get me for not arriving at the right time. I don't want to die!

I scream louder and turn back inside the South Gate, running away from this horrid creature. Why did this have to be me?

I ran, with all my strength the pizzas gave me. Fear also acted as a fuel.

After a distance, I slowed down and looked behind me to check if he was gone. Slowly running and turning around the corner was Blake's soul. He bent down, heavy breaths escaping his system. He looked up at me, "Hey, wait for me!"

Driven by fright again, I ran. "Go away, you diabolic ghost! Go away, don't follow me." I don't deserve this.

I ran, looking back once in a while. He was still following me. Doesn't he get tired?

Oh wait...he is a ghost now. Ghosts don't get tired.

I was running and was looking back and didn't realise there was a huge strong tree in front of me. With the same force I had been using while running, my poor head hit the enormous bark and everything went black as my legs gave away.

A few seconds later, I stood up, brushing my jeans. It was not that hard of a smack so I recovered quickly. Standing up, I found Blake right in front me, his right hand above my shoulder and his palm placed on the tree. His left hand was beside my waist.