It's been raining for almost a week now. Tonight has been the heaviest so far. Now not that bothers me. Although I was worried if there were going to be any more leaks. I actually quite love it. You also get really used to it after about 30 years. Truth be told, I didn't believe in ghosts before I died. Boy, was I proven wrong.
But what does bother me is when a strange man decides to crash in my living room like a bull. He seemed to be bleeding. As I got closer I noticed he had gray-ish skin and a blue mask. Just as I was about to say something he turned and swiped at me with something, a scalpel?. It just went through me.
So at least I know he can see me.
"Aye fucker, that's no way to say hello." I chided and folded my arms . He just backed away and cradled his arm. "So what are you doing in the middle of nowhere soaked and bleeding to death? Did that boney ass goblin get you?"
"Something like that." he mumbled.
"Ah well, if you're just gonna crash into my house like a bull I might as well get your name." I said before going towards the closet. "I'm (y/n) if you need to know."
"It's Ej."
"What's that stand for?" I question before throwing bandages and a towel at him. He caught them, nice.
"What's it to ya."
"Just curious. I mean you're the first being other than the Rake and animals I've seen in about 20 years."
"Just call me Ej."
"Well ok Ej, why don't you fix yourself up and tell me what you're doing here before I put you back out."
He paused a moment and moved to sit on the couch. I really wish he wouldn't. He's gonna get blood on it. Ugh. I took a seat in my recliner. "So start talkin'."
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