Chapter 8
✾Zak✾
After it was late at night and I didn’t hear any movement in the house I decided to go back in. The house was dark like I was use to from over the years but now there was the faint sound of a clock ticking down stairs. The house felt more alive now. There was electric running through the walls once again. As weird as it may sound I feel more alive. I don’t feel alone anymore even though I am. I don’t know if they believe in ghosts or not. The girl just seemed to brush everything off that I did yesterday because it’s an old house.
The next thing I knew I was back in my old room looking down at the girls sleeping form. She didn’t seem so bad. I think her mother called her Vera…if I’m remembering correctly. She seemed like she was having a hard time sleeping. Tossing and turning. I reached out and lightly brushed some hair off her cheek but she shivered and ducked her head under her covers.
I was cold to the touch. Even I knew as much. I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I wish I could. I wish I could even be somewhat alive again. I want to see my parents again. I want to tell them I’m sorry. I want a life. I want to know what love is, how it feels…there’s so much that I never got to do…
After a while of standing there I just went back into the attic and looked around. Mom and dad packed up all my stuff into these boxes. I remember mom crying as she did it. I wanted to hold her and apologize, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know what I could do as a ghost. I would move things on them and call out to them, but…mom and dad would just brush it off. Soon they moved on. They packed up and left.
For years I was alone. Then some kids started to decide that it would be funny to come in every now and again since the house had been abandoned. I took care of them fairly quickly by creeping them out to know end and make them run out screaming. One of the kids saw me and I guess now the place is considered “haunted”. I wouldn’t say I’m haunting the place since I’ve lived here all my life. I could be a prick and “haunt” the school instead, but I’m not that kind of person.
Sounds of food cooking brought me back to my senses and I realized that it was already morning. “Maybe Vera’s mom is making breakfast.” I muttered to myself as I went back down stairs to see that Vera had left her bed. But the journal was sitting there on the nightstand. I spun it so I it was facing me then opened it up again. I flipped through the pages till I found where I left off and continued reading.
These were like dreams or something. There were some reoccurring dreams though. The reoccurring one was sad. “Hua…I wonder if I can enter a persons dreams…” I muttered to myself as I flipped the page. “Oh…this one’s from this morning…” I trailed off reading. “Wait…was she not sleeping as I was standing there last night?” I asked no one. The sound of someone coming up the stairs pulled me away from reading.
Vera had finished eating and she came back upstairs. She was wearing a spaghetti strapped tank top with, and shorts. She looked over towards me and I froze in my place.
“I know I didn’t leave it open. Or did I? Ah…whatever.” She said and pulled her tank top off. I know that my face was probably beat red and my glasses fogged up. This is so embarrassing. I should leave because she’s getting dressed but if I move with how I am now I may accidentally knock something over. Oh god what do I do??!!!
Soon enough she was done getting dressed into old clothes and then she left the room again. I sighed in relief and sank to my knees on the floor as one hand rested on the nightstand. “That was close.” I muttered. And made sure that I was relaxed before I got up off the floor and wandered up to the attic.
Vera was already up here and she was going through my stuff. What the hell did she think she was doing??!! That was my stuff! Okay I can’t say much I was going through her stuff. But that’s not the point that was my stuff.
She was reading picking up my trophies and brushing them off to look at them. Vera decided to bring a light up here this time so that she could actually see. She gently placed them back in their box and went to the one next to it. She found my yearbook from senior year. I walked up to her and crossed my arms. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked her.
