Chapter 2
✾Zak✾
What the hell is this??? Here I am minding my own business and then movers start to come in and bring in couches and beds and what not. What the hell is going on? Who said that whoever is moving in could move in?? They never asked me about this!!
“This has to go in here right?” I heard one of the movers say coming towards my room.
“Man how long has it been since someone has lived here?” The other asked.
I put my foot against the closed door and glared as I put my hands in my pockets after shoving up my glasses with my middle finger. “Someone still lives here damn it.” I said and I door handle wiggled.
“The door is stuck. I can’t open it.” The first guy said.
“Damn straight.” I snickered.
“Well push harder on it. This is a really old house. You just need to give the door some motivation.” The second mover answered.
I heard the guy that was by the door move away so I let me foot off the door and stepped to the side. “Three!” They shouted and then the door came flying open when they dude hit his body against it and he fell to the floor.
I sighed. “This is pathetic.” I walked through the wall and out into the hall.
I heard some women talking coming from downstairs so I decided to see who exactly they were.
There was an older woman who was starting to get a few gray hairs in her obviously dyed brunette hair. Who was talking to who looked like her daughter?
“Go upstairs and pick out your room. You can do anything you want to it, how’s that?” The mother said to the daughter.
“She’s kind of cute,” I muttered to myself as I looked the daughter over. The girl had jet black hair and by the looks of it, she dyes it. Her roots are a light brown from what I can see, but I don’t want to get too close. The back over her hair was pretty much flat except when it got to the bottom she had a bit of a wave going on. Kinda like she said ah fuck it, I don’t want to finish straightening my hair today. She had a medium body type. She wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t exactly curvy either, though she doesn’t really look like she has a lot of muscle on her either, but mom was also like that from what I remember and you can’t count little girls out in the strength category, they can pack a punch when they need to. “I kinda feel like I’ve seen this girl before…” I crossed my arms over my chest after pushing my glasses up once again, “But that’s not possible. I’m dead and I never leave this house…so why do I have this really weird feeling about her?”
I stopped listening to their conversation obviously because I just managed to get out of the girl’s way so she wouldn’t walk through me as she wandered upstairs and I followed her to see what room she was going to pick. She walked into my room and looked around and looked at the mirror then went to the bed.
I pressed myself against the wall on the outside of my room. “There is a girl…in my room…sitting down…on my bed…” I said to myself. “Oh my god what am I going to do? That’s my room!!! I can’t let her do whatever the hell she wants to it! I have to get her out of my room somehow.” I said slightly panicking. Just what am I going to do???
