PIE Adventures

--Toast's POV; a few hours later--

--Toast’s POV; a few hours later--

 After I had gotten the boy inside, my mum and I helped get him cleaned up and into some fresh clothes. My mum then led the boy into our spare bedroom so he could get some sleep. My room was just across the hall, so I spent the rest of the day in my room, waiting for the boy to wake up so I could ask him more questions.

While I waited, I ended up playing pretend by myself. I always had a fascination with Ghosts and in my free time, I was always learning more or pretending to be a Ghost Investigator. After a while of that, I went quiet when I thought I heard something from the guest room, where the boy was. Setting my toys down, I snuck over to the guest room and listened in.

“But what do I do?” I heard the boy say, and I pressed my ear against the door to listen.

“I don’t want to go back to the house; cardboard friend scares me.” Interested on what the boy was talking about, I quickly ran back to my room to grab my notepad and pencil. Then I ran back and sat next to the door, writing down what the boy was talking about. After a couple of minutes, the boy stopped talking and I went over what I had written down.

Strange boy: Casket family boy??

Cardboard Friend: Imaginary friend? Paranormal entity?

-Boy scared of Cardboard Friend

Boy talks to self: another imaginary friend?

As I looked over my notes, I didn’t realize the door opened and Ghost staring down at me. When I finally noticed him, closed me notepad and stood up quickly.

“Oh hey; how are you feeling, sir?” The boy shrugged, walking into the room and sitting on the bed. I waited a second before walking in too.

“Do you feel like answering some questions, maybe?” The boy shrugged again. I nodded and sat down on the bed with him.

“Do you remember your name?” The boy thought for a second before answering.

“Johnny, Johnny Ghost.” I nodded, turning to another page in my notepad and writing it down. So he isn’t the Casket’s boy; but when who is he?

“Do you know why you were out there on the curb?” The boy, Johnny Ghost, shrugged. I was hesitant before asking the next question.

“Who is this… cardboard friend?” Johnny Ghost stared at me in shock.

“Sorry; sensitive subject?” Johnny calmed down and nodded, looking down at his lap.

“Who are you?” I heard him ask and I realized I had never told him my name.

“Sorry sir. My names Toast, Johnny Ghost; Moved here from the UK when I was a baby.” Johnny nodded slightly, not looking up. I waited a second before setting a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Johnny. I’m here for you if you need anything.” Johnny looked up at me, smiling for the first time since I found him. Then he hugged me. I smiled, hugging back.

“Thank you,” I hear him whisper in my ear.