What I presumed to be a regular day soon proved to be wrong when I saw a new family carrying their boxes into what once was my home. The girl looked about my age, fairly skinny and long blonde hair. I needed to get my closure, I needed to know who did this to me, and I knew it was about time I acted on it.
I left it a few days until she had moved in and settled, then I climbed up the drainpipe in the back yard and peered in. She was in my room- my old room. I watched as she placed her books into the bookshelf, she certainly kept the room cleaner than I ever did. I ducked as she turned back to her bed, her eyebrows furrowed as she peered at something she found in her drawer. Ahh, it was a picture of me from school, maybe my Mother left it there? I figured now would be a good time to introduce myself, I threw caution to the wind and opened the window further to jump in. However, she misconstrued my introduction as an act of burglary. Her eyes appeared on the verge of exploding and I anticipated that she was about to scream, I couldn’t risk more people seeing me, so I lunged forwards and forced my hand over her mouth (ironically making it seem more like a burglary). “Shhh, you have to be quiet, I’m not a thief, you have to let me explain,” I reassured her. Her breathing slowed and her eyes shrunk. “I used to live here, I’m the boy in that picture actually.” She glanced back at the picture, then back to my face- of course I was immensely paler now.
“You’re so cold, why are you that cold?” Out of the masses of questions I predicted in her inquisitive mind, I did not predict that one. Nevertheless, I thought it would be best to give a completely honest answer- to cut to the chase.
“If you’re going to make jokes then you can just leave right now.” She walked back over to the window and opened it further, gesturing for me to leave.
“I’m serious, go on your laptop and Google: Jack Harper murder.” Luckily she gave me a chance and searched it. An article from The Daily Scoop was displayed, I’m sure she read it over five times.
“I… I don’t understand, how are you here? You’re clearly still alive?”
“It’s kind of like a double-edged sword, I appear alive: I can walk, talk etc. But I can’t feel anything. I don’t need to sleep, eat or piss. You could touch me and I wouldn’t feel it. Yet at the same time, I’m not truly living so what’s the point?”
“So, what are you?”
“A ghost, caught within the in-between. I need to find my murderer to be completely at peace on the other side, and you are going to help me. But that’s work for tomorrow, you’ve had a lot to take in today so I’ll come back tomorrow.” She was silent for several seconds, as I went to exit she whispered, “Okay, Jack Harper.” I turned and smiled at her.
“Goodnight, Hollie Chapmen.”
“How did you know-“ Before I could answer I fled her window, I thought it would be more mysterious to make her think I was an omnipotent ghost that just knew her name, not that I read it when she logged into her laptop.
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