Sincerely, Lydia

Part 3 - That Beautiful Sound

c.m

Ah, how I loved messing with Lydia Deetz. It was pretty much the only joy I had in this weird thing called the afterlife and I honestly loved how she reacted. It had been almost two weeks since our first encounter and if only she knew that if she ignored me, I would have have become bored within a few days and stopped. But, alas, she kept screaming at me to quit it when I'd cause her pens to float in the air and out of reach so she couldn't get them and calling me a string of curse words when I'd hide her camera.

It made me laugh when her face turned red and she balled her fists up in anger, it was kinda adorable when her nose scrunched up and she crossed her arms, huffing and causing some of her bangs to shift. It wasn't adorably cute but more like..adorably funny. I wondered if she thought certain things like that about me when she saw me. If she noticed little details that I noticed about her.

I found myself nowadays either messing with Lydia or just laying in the attic like always and getting in a locking-the-door match with one of the Deetzs or Otho, Delia's henchman who helped tear my house apart. Honestly, I feel like I'll never get over Delia tearing my house apart but this guy, Otho..man, he was a piece of work. He claimed he was a clairvoyant but if the guy was, he certainly was a shitty one for not noticing me.

Today was one of those days. And, oh my God, did I want to kill Otho. He kept trying his hardest to unlock the door but I just stayed slumped on the couch as I sighed with aggravation and flicked my finger up to keep it locked.
"What is wrong with this damn door?!"
Otho eventually jiggles the doorknob so hard that it almost falls off. I just grunted and closed my eyes and I focused hard on the floor beneath Otho and I suddenly hear a giant thumping noise of someone falling down the stairs. I smirked when I heard Otho scream,
"WHAT THE FU-WHAT HAPPENED?!"
Then he yelled out in agony and walked away from the base of the stairs.

I chuckled deeply as I sat up and brushed my hair behind my ears, I made a baseball zoom to my hand and I throw it in the air. It lands in my hand and I smile at it,
"Let's see what Lydia is up to, shall we?"
Then I realized how stupid I sounded for talking to a baseball but whatever.

I made my way down the stairs, making sure to lock the door behind me as I trudged towards Lydia's room. I stood outside her door and sang out,
"Lyyyydiaaaaa..."
"Go away, ghost."
It was always weird for me to hear her say "ghost" instead of my name but then I remembered that she doesn't know my name. And I honestly don't know if I wanted her to.

"You know I could walk through this door if I wanted to, right?"
"What if I said I was naked?"
I was quiet for a few seconds,
"I'd wait for you to not be..?"
"Oh, so you're a gentleman now. Is that it? What happened to messing with me and making me mad?"
"I could just want a friend right now, ya know."
She scoffed inside,
"I don't even know your name, idiot."

I leaned against the doorframe, rolling my eyes as I groaned,
"If I tell you my name, will you let me in?"
"How do I know you'll actually tell me?"
"I promise."
"That's it?"
"What? You got a better idea?"
She's quiet with thought,
"Swear on your grave."
"Oof, low blow..but whatever. I swear on my grave." I said "grave" in a mocking way but she opens the door. Her bangs were in their normal gelled spikes and her eyeliner was positively dark like always.

I walked into her room, suddenly jumping up and sprinting onto her bed. The bed didn't make a noise or shown any sign I was even on it but she flinched like it would.
"So..what's your name?" She asked as she shut her bedroom door.
"Hmmm.." I hummed and she glared at me so intently that I thought she'd burn a hole through my skull,
"Okay, okay, fine. It's Connor."
"Murphy?"
"Yep."
"So, you are the son that passed away in the house."
"Who'd you think I was? Their damn lawn mower? Their frickin' pool cleaner?"

She shrugged and I laughed,
"Wow, Lydia, you think so little of me."
"How could I know? You never told me otherwise!"
"Sorry, sweetie," I let out a loud guffaw,
"I couldn't trust you before."
"And why not?"
There she goes, crossing her arms and huffing. A spikeful of bang flew off her forehead.
"I mean, you came at me with a camera, threatening to expose me."
"I didn't know it was that big of a deal."
"Believe me, when a ghost is haunting a house and has no idea how they became one in the first place, it's a big deal."

Her face became soft,
"You..don't know how you...passed?"
"You can say "die", ya know. It's not gonna offend me or anything."
She stays silent for a few minutes,
"If I...helped you figure out how you..." I raised an eyebrow as she sighed,
"Died..would you trust me more?"

I sat up on her bed and couldn't help but have a slight smile on my face..but I put it away and shrugged lightly,
"Whatever. I guess it'll be cool why my family chose to abandon me and not stay. I mean, it must've been really bad if they left.." My thoughts began to run wild when Lydia suddenly clapped and made me jump,
"It's settled then! We'll figure out how you died and then you can finally answer all my questions."

I stood up off her bed and I smirked at her as I said,
"Fine. But on one condition," I stand in front of her and we're almost toe-to-toe as I stare her down,
"No one in this house, other than you, can know I'm here."
Lydia's cool expression didn't change as she holds her hand out,
"Deal."
"Deal."

I go to shake her hand but instead of shaking hands, my fingers went through hers but they still felt a slight tingle of where she was. And where the ghost of me craved for human contact.