Chapter 4
✾Zak✾
This girl seemed awfully curious about things. Well I guess she was. I know her and her mother were just moving in but usually don’t people…I don’t know usually bring their bed? And also a dresser with them? This girl was using my bed and my dresser. Don’t get me wrong I didn’t need the things since I was dead and the movers were really slick about getting the mattress onto the bed since mine was tossed long ago. Any mattress that can make it from the 1970’s I give them props and if people still sleep on them then I bet that they aren’t really all that comfortable. I was born 1960 and died in 1978. So since I died when I was 18 I’ve always been here.
They say that ghosts wander the earth because they have unfinished business. I thought I knew my unfinished business, but in the end mom and dad left the house before I could get their attention and tell them that I was sorry for fighting with them and that I love them.
“A little to the left.” I heard the girls mother say and she was directing the movers where the couch should go.
I felt bad for them. They had been moving stuff all day, but I think that they were almost done. Once they were done with the couch they went back out and the one that fell flat on his face earlier came in with a thin…thing…I didn’t know what it was. It was big though. Probably around 24 inches I think give or take.
“Where do you want the tv?” The guy asked the girl.
“Just on the opposite wall from the bed.” She answered.
“Your easier to deal with then your mother the guy chuckled and took the…no that is not a tv…that can’t be a tv. It’s way too thin.
I followed the guy up to the room and watched him hook up this thing that is not a television. It’s too thin to be one. There’s just no way. After he got it up on the wall and connected the wires to it then left. I looked at the thing.
“Technology has really come a long way…” I muttered to myself as pulled myself away from it. I glanced over at the bed and saw a little journal by the pillow.
I pulled some energy from the electronics in the room and turned the journal so I could flip it open. She was so detailed in her writing. It was amazing. Her dreams that she wrote out in this journal it was as if I was actually there.
I stopped reading when I heard the thud of the ladder to the attic hit the ground. “What is going on?” I muttered and left the journal where it was so I could come back to it and wandered up to the attic.
The girl was in the attic. She was coughing from how dusty it was up here and she maneuvered her way through the boxes that were left up here of my stuff that my parents obviously forgot about while they were moving. She made it to the window and opened it up. That thing hasn’t been open since I was alive.
I loved coming up here to get away from mom and dad. It gave me easy access to the roof so I could look up at the stars on summer nights. Now that I think if it I miss being able to feel a breeze and the textures of things.
I heard a box open and I quickly turned my head. The girl was going through my stuff!!
