Fallen - Niall Horan

Moving. Again. Bella Jones doesn't know what to expect this time. A remote area, a busy city, lonely woods, crowded town, relaxing beach, quiet nature, downtown rush, she's seen it all. Or so she thought she has. All except a haunted house...

Despite the feeling in my guts, I want to see him, touch him, or just even hear his quiet voice. I hear nothing but the wind howling, brushing past my face, like daggers against my soft flesh. "Niall?" I call, my voice a little sore. "Niall! Please answer me!"
I turn around and hear the wind rustling in the trees. Leaves falling to the ground, one by one, as if rehearsed. I turn my head and try to see through my wild hair. I feel as if I'm being watched, but there isn't anybody here. Or, no one that I can spot. "Niall! Please?" I whisper loudly.
Why isn't he answering? I wipe my nose with the back of my hand. "Niall?" I'm at the tip of crying when I hear a voice behind me. I turn around and fall backwards.

A Ghost Story