Chapter 9
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“What do you think you’re doing?” I heard a voice from behind me. I whipped around and saw a boy standing behind me. But he was, transparent? No, not completely, there was a haziness to him. What the hell?! No way. I blinked and shut my eyes tight, and pinched myself and my face scrunched up. I opened my eyes again, expecting this thing to be gone and coming to terms with the fact that this move had completely rid me of any sanity I may have had left.
But he was still there.
“Hello? Are you even listening to me?!” He said, though his voice faltered slightly. I looked down at the yearbook in my hand and then back up. This couldn’t be the same boy I was seeing in this senior picture. Or could it be?
“A-Are you a ghost?” I asked. He tipped his head down and shot me one of the most neutral looks I had ever seen.
“I don’t know. What do you think?” He said. Smartass. So I was dealing with someone around my age.
“...Zachary?” I said cautiously. I was talking to a ghost. And he was talking back. This had to be a dream.
“That’s correct, and you’re touching my things.” He said. Suddenly some things that had been happening made sense. The sounds, creaking of the staircase, doors opening, even, even the dream I had!
“Hey! You’ve been moving my things around too!” I exclaimed.
“W-Well, that’s...that’s not important...” He said. I felt my jaw drop.
“You’ve been reading my diary haven’t you?” I asked. He looked a little nervous now.
“Kinda, yeah...” He answered. It must have been him up here with me in the attic and making the strange cold drafts. He tried to scare me! The door opening yesterday when I was changing...
“Are you a perv ghost?! Have you been watching me change and when I showered?!” I felt my face get hot.
“No! I left as soon as I realized what you were doing! And why would I go into the bathroom, I’m dead.” He defended. I felt the slightest hint of a smile on my face.
“Oh...alright then...” I chuckled and he floated down toward me a little. “So…you were good at sports?” I asked.
“Swimming and soccer, I hated the know-it-all stuck up football players.” He grimaced.
“Well, that much hasn’t changed since the 70’s.” I said. “I’m not a fan of them either.” I said.
“But, yeah, this stuff up here is all mine.” He said glancing around.
“And, the room I picked, was that yours too?” I asked. He nodded.
“Don’t worry, I won’t paint it bubble gum pink.” I smiled. “Maybe a nice blue.” I said. He looked at me and nodded a little.
“Thank you.” He said.
“I’m Vera, but you already know that I’m sure.” I introduced myself.
“I’m Zachary. But you already know that. Call me Zac. ” He said.
“It’s nice to meet you Zac.” I said. He didn’t seem that scary. In fact, se seemed pretty normal. Well, except the whole, being dead thing. Maybe we would become good friends? He didn’t seem to be going anywhere, and honestly neither were we. He clearly had all the time in the world and I wanted, actually, more like needed, yeah, I needed someone to talk to, and I liked to listen to people too. I was just pretty bad at breaking the ice. Somehow, I felt like it was easier to talk to a ghost. I just hoped I wouldn’t scare him away.
