Making a deal with a ghost is the least thing a person in their right senses would do. But Mildred was stupid/brave (it depends on how you see it) to had made a deal with four ghosts who were trying everything in their power to ruin her social life...
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With a calm music, a soft zephyring spring that came exhilaratingly like a young bride with a bloom upon her face, Mildred beamed, swaying her head to the music her headphones flushed into her. With the smile on the girl's face, anyone could tell she was long gone; in a complete manner, the teenager had lost herself in a fantasy.
While the girl sat on her bed with her eyes shut; absent to the world around her, ears deaf to any sound but music, soul dancing on a cloud with a Prince Charming, the pervert stood in front of her door in a human form, watching her in a ghastly rage.
He still wasn't over what she and her family had done to his brothers and him. Her smiles and calmness weren't helping in anyway, it was only fueling the flame. The pervert had felt the need to use his power of telekinesis in flinging her outside through the window, but his conscious had held him back. It wouldn't make much of a sense to throw someone out the window because of a picture. But it wasn't just any picture.
It was the only memory they had left of their parents and baby sister, even though in the photo she was just a fetus. The thought of never looking at his parents again wounded his heart deeply. When he could no longer watch the cause of the pain he was going through smile, he stomped towards her and pulled the headphones from her head, flinging it to the corner of the room.
The teenage girl snapped back to reality in shock. She was gripped by fear as she stared into the green-eyed stranger that was staring back into her blue eyes with pour rage. He could devastate her if only his conscious would give him a go-ahead.
"Where's it?!" he yelled at her face.
His harsh words sent chills down her spine, making her shiver. The girl tried letting out her fears by screaming but she couldn't pull her lips apart no matter how hard she tried. The pervert gave her a fierce stare, crawling into her bed. The frightened girl pushed herself backward, still trying to scream. Her parents were downstairs, if only she could scream they'd come running to her aid.
"I said, where's it?" he asked quietly, still crawling towards her while she pushed herself to the wall, swallowing hard.
"For the last time, where. Is. It?" as he spilled out the last word from his mouth, he gripped Mildred's collar, in a twinkle of an eye he had teleported to the rooftop with his right hand still on Mildred's shirt. He held her out of the rooftop in a threatening manner. Any wrong move he'd release the girl, letting her fall to her doom.
The girl who was terrified of height looked below. She swallowed hard at the view; it was a long way down. A gust of wind blew at her direction, making matter worse for her. It swirled her ebony hair, she shivered as horrifying thoughts filled her head 'what if I fall?'. The girl slowly turned her head back to the stranger whose green eyes hadn't moved an inch from her. She noticed the flames in his eyes as the wind blew his frosty medium length hair off his face. The looks on his face gave her the creeps. She needed to be as far as possible from him and the rooftop. She could think of no other way to get the stranger to take her away from the tips of her death, other than begging for his mercy. She begged with pleading eyes even when she knew she had done nothing wrong unto him. It'd all be worth it if he ended up accepting her pleads.
