I sit on my purple bed sheets, staring out of the window beside me. Watching the world zoom by in a flash.
To me, every year seemed like an hour long. I was stuck here forever, watching the people walk down the streets, living the life I never had.
I died 20 years ago, though it only feels like yesterday. I would be 40, but I'm stuck at the number 20. I don't age, I never did after I died.
I was murdered, in the night. I remember waking up not able to breathe. My own soft purple pillow being restrained in my face, rendering me unable to breathe.
I died a silent death, not being bothered to scream or fight. To just let death take me. I didn't expect to be stuck here.
My house... empty at the moment, no movement walks through the corridors, the only one moving is me. I can't leave my room, an invisible barrier blocks my passage.
My parents moved out of the house as soon as I died, forgetting me. Sometimes I wonder if they were the ones that killed me. I had 2 younger brothers, they didn't really care for my existence.
The next people to move in were a lovely couple, who had a two year old child. Said child stayed in my room, he had just moved out of a cot and could responsibly asleep in a bed properly.
He could talk pretty well too, for the 3 years I lived there, I made friends with this boy. We talked all of the time.
I learned that his name was Jordan Maron, he had dark brown hair and brown eyes. I wonder what he looks like now? Doing the maths. He would be 22 now. He won't remember me.
The family moved out after living there for 3 years, Jordan, being 5 at the time, was very sad to leave, he had told his parents about me, but they just called me a imaginary friend.
Since then, nobody has lived here, it makes things boring for me. I have read my same books about 30 times. I wish someone would move in, even better, I wish I could make a friend.
As if on cue, I hear the front door open as an echo through the house, a sound I have not heard for a while. I rush for my door and place the side of my head against it, listening.
I heard footsteps, more than one pair, actually quite a lot, maybe...8? I listened to the voices, they were all male I gathered. And I guess they were checking out the house.
I crossed my ghostly fingers, I hope they buy it.
I heard doors being opened, and a little bit of talking after the opening of the door, until finally. My door opened.
A couple of men walked in, examining the room. Of course they wouldn't see me, so I just stood there.
One of the men had brown curly hair, sunglasses sat on his face, and wore a Hawaii style shirt and jeans, the boy next to him was smaller, his eyes were crimson red, one of them being covered by chestnut brown hair. He wore black and green headphones upon his head.
They both walked out of the room after scanning it, a little while later, another boy jumped in, looking excited. He wore a red and black checkered hoodie and blue jeans, his eyes and hair were both brown. He looked at the room, wide eyed.
"Hey Seto! If we get this house, you should have this room. It's all mysterious, like you."
A younger boy walked in, his face was shrouded by a black and purple hood which connected to a purple robe thing that feel down around his ankles. He was obviously shy, or self conscious, or he wouldn't feel the need to hide himself.
From the looks of it, none of the others knew what he looked like.
"Mitch, don't say that, there's obviously a reason that he doesn't want to share, so don't make him feel guilty please." the boy from before walked back again, the one with the headphones.
"C'mon, it seems we all like this house, so we need to talk to the person to tell them were buying it." He said, motioning for them to follow him.
"Okay Ty." The boy apparently called Mitch said, fist bumping the air and running out. But the mysterious boy stayed.
"C'mon Harvey." The boy named Ty said, hushing his voice to a whisper. I guess they're better friends. The mysterious Harvey nodded, but didn't turn around. Ty rolled his eyes and walked off.
I looked at Harvey, or "Seto" as Mitch called him. He checked to see if he was gone, one seeing they were, he lifted his hood up and examined the room more clearly.
I scanned his appearance, I get the feeling that not many people have seen this, not even his friends, maybe Ty. He had brown scruffy hair, and the same brown eyes.
I focused my attention onto where he was looking, and to my surprise. It seemed he was looking directly at me. He looked confused. His eyebrows furrowed.
"Seto!" a voice shouted from downstairs. He was quickly snapped out of his trance and quickly pulled his hood up, and bolted downstairs.
I sat on my bed again and smiled to myself. If they buy this house and this boy moves into here, maybe I could have a friend...
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Can You Hear Me? (SetoSorcerer) (Book 1)
ספרות חובביםHi, My name is Crystal Evergold. I am 20 years old, and I live in a massive house in LA. Oh, did I mention that I'm dead? I'm stuck in my bedroom of the house, my family moved out, forgetting about me. I though I would spend forever staring out of t...