Music Room

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When I entered the room, the first thing I saw was a handsome boy, with blonde hair, playing the piano.

When the boy heard me, he stopped playing immediately and looked straight at me.

"Oh, ummm sorry. I didn't think that at this time students...well play the piano." I chuckled awkwardly. But once the boy realized that I was talking to him, his expression became rather, surprised?

"You..see me?" Oh god, what a voice.

"What do you mean? Of course, I see you." What?

"Oh, you're a ghost too?" He asked me.

"Yea- wait, what? I'm not a 'ghost'. And what do you mean 'too'?" I'm so confused. Well, I'm confused about 99.9%, so I think it's okay.

"This is strange." He mumbled, but I heard him anyway.

"Okay- uh, you can continue what you were doing. I should- I better go." I excused myself.

"NO, wait!" He stopped me.

"Huh?" I turned back to him.

"You're the first human to see me." He then smiled, showing his gummy's. The first one to see him? And not only that, what does he mean first 'human'?

"Okay, I don't really understand what is happening, but I must go."

"No, wait! Please, stay a little longer." He started to plead me.

"O-okay? So, what do you mean 'I'm the first human to see you'?" I asked.

"Oh, umm. You heard about the boy who died here?" He asked.

"Yeah?" It came out rather like a question from my mouth.

"...I'm that boy." He said quietly. Yeah, great, I should leave for my own sake.

"So, you're saying that you're a ghost?"

"Well kinda..." Run.

"Okay, I don't even know what kind of a prank this is, but it's is not funny!"

"Sorry if I scared you, but it's not a prank."

"Okay, bye," I said and got out of that room. But from the corner of my eyes, I saw him following me.

"Wait! Please, believe me. I finally get to talk to someone. Please!" He begged.

"Okay then, prove me." I raised my eyebrow to him.

"W-what?"

"Prove to me that you're a ghost," I stated.

"How can I prove to you?"

"I don't know, you're a ghost, you must know."

"Okay, fine. Let's ask any person if they see me or not. No one won't anyways." He mumbled the last part.

"Fine!" I dragged him out of school. His hands are so cold ... His surprised expression when I touched him didn't go unnoticed by me.

After we got out, there weren't any people. Obviously, because this is a school territory. After a few minutes of walking, we finally met a person, who was walking his dog.

"Excuse me, sir?" I called him out.

"Yes?"

"Am I alone right now?" Okay, that sounds ridiculous.

"I don't really understand your question, young lady."

"What I mean is, do you see someone beside me?" I asked again.

"He won't see me." The boy said, calmly.

"No, miss. You're here alone." And with that, he left, not forgetting to throw me a weirded out look.

"This can't be happening.." I whispered.

"I told you."

"What are you?" I'm kinda scared right now.

"I already told you. I'm a dead soul ... well a ghost, to be more clear."

I checked the time and it was 8:30 pm already.

"Okay, I have to go."

"No, please. Stay a little longer." He begged.

"It's late already, I must go." And with that, I left him there. But when I turned back after a minute, he wasn't at the place where he was standing. Strange.

I got in my car and left home. After about 5 minutes I arrived. I quickly unlocked the door and got in, while panting hardly. That's insane! Am I becoming crazy? God, what just happened.

I shrugged everything off and went upstairs to clean my face and change my clothes. Mom is still not home yet. I got on my bed and turned on my laptop. That article about a boy is still there.

'Click for pictures.'

Should I do it? And when the photo appeared, my mouth dropped open, my palms got sweaty and somehow it was hard to breathe.

"I-It's that boy..."

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