Ghost [Niall Horan]

Chapter 3

         I feel like the cold is burning the insides of me. I can't breathe and my head feels heavy. I feel my neck has just solidified. I felt like I was being pulled, consumed. Suddenly, there is a loss of contact and the cold leaves me. I fall to the ground. I feel tired, extremely knackered. I stare at the boy in front of me. He looks at me sadistically. "Don't ever do that" I push out the words forcefully and take in as much air I can.

"Sorry" he says, he's apology is not serious. His face says it all. But I don't debate on it.

"So you're here to either take my soul away or you actually want a physical body to feel alive?" I question, taking in large breaths. Still suffering from his assault. He just put his hand through me and it was probably the worst feeling ever.

"That's not my motive" he says quietly. I take the support of the wall to stand and walk over to my bed, stumbling. He still stands in the centre of the room, facing the window. I look towards it, too. The sun has begun to go down. The sky is imbued by red, orange and yellow shades of beauty. Few birds flying away into the sunset.

"Beautiful isn't it? I still can't believe I got a second chance from him. He is indeed merciful" the boy says. I have so many questions to ask him. I always have questions. I am also a bit frightened by the fact that he can take over my body if he wants to, easily. But I was tired to question him and research. So, I just let it pass. He'll probably be gone after sometime.

"You're not going to hurt me, right?" I ask him.

"No. I won't" he faces me, sincerity written all over his features. I smile. He just stares at me and then abruptly turns away.

"Aren't you going to assault me with questions?" He says, a lopsided smile plastered over his face.

"I'm tired. You sucked in my energy by passing your hand through me" I yawn.

"Sorry not sorry. You wouldn't believe me either way so I had to" he chuckles. That is a beautiful sound.

"I now completely believe, you are no human" I nod.

"At least I've proven my point" he gives me a cocky smile.

"So you're a ghost?" I am tired but now that he's willing to give me some friendly talk, I might as well take it.

"Yes. A deadly, fearful and vicious one that too" he says in a low voice.

"I'm so frightened" I giggle.

"I can paint your walls with blood, kill some cats and hang them from the ceiling and then I'll come by again and ask you then" he smirks. "I guess you'll have to wait for my reply till then. Anyways, who do you refer to as 'he' when you say you've been given a second chance?" I pull a pillow into my lap as I prepare myself to listen to him.

"Ahhh, question mode on. I rather now wish you'd have slept" he laughs. He walks towards the bed and sits on it too. Cold radiating off of his body. 

"I was talking about God himself" he tells me.

"How is he?" I ask, curious.

"He's an old fart. He can be quite annoying at times but he's got a big ass heart" I laugh at his reply. "He's always wearing a white long dress kind of thingy and he's got white hair and a long bread. Eh, not into fashion at all." He twists his face into the most adorable way.

"I never got your name" I smile.

"Niall. Niall Horan" he juts his right hand out for me to shake. I almost consider shaking it but refrain.

"No thanks" I tell him. He laughs.

"Good move" he looks at me for some time. "So Avanna, tell me about yourself" he raises an eyebrow.

"How do you know my name?" I am completely taken aback.

"I know so much more about you. You aren't even aware" a mischievous smile pulls over his face. "You're special. He always said."

"He as in the great annoying old man?" I laughed.

"No. You're grandfather" he says slowly, immediately with the mention of his name; my eyes start to brim with tears.

"He's always looking out for you" Niall says. He gives me a sad smile.

"How do you know?" I squeak.

"When I was preparing to go on for this journey, this second chance; your grandfather and I talked. He's a great person. Very intellectual" Niall explains. I still have yet to learn about this so called 'second chance'.

"Oh" was all I could say.

"Sorry but I can't comfort you these kind of situations. I'm very cold" he looks away. Perhaps he's not some evil haunting spirit afterall. This has probably been the weirdest day of my life. This eighteenth birthday of mine had been very eventful. I now am talking to a ghost. Afterall, I'm aware that I haven't gone bonkers and that I'm neither hallucinating. But this is very weird, talking to a ghost, a wanderer, a spirit is not your eighteenth birthday typical experience.

The most uncertain encounters always lead to the most beautiful journeys.

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Author's note :

I haven't got much response on this story. I updated yet I'm considering I might delete it. Let me know.

-Pree