At 12 midnight, the leader of the Ghost Hunter’s club looked at the next member wanna-be and calmly asked, “Could you tell me how many are in the room right now?” My little sister scanned the place and confidently answered “Six, including my brother here”, while I looked around, counting at least 15 people in the room and realizing my little sister only have two eyes and I now have three.
We always made fun of this quiet kid who see ghost.
Today he he look at me the eyes and said hello.
“You’re dead,” he breathes.
“I am,” I respond.
We’ve been together for a long time: we lay in the same bed at night, we bathe together, whenever she goes outside i follow her; i love her, she’s the perfect girl for me.
I wish I met her when I was still alive
It touches me, and I shy away from it.
It comes closer, but I see no one.
The girl heard her mum yell her from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the top of the stairs, her mum pulled her into her room and said “I heard that too”.
I was not afraid of the ghost of my brother that appeared behind the couch. However, I was petrified of the approaching thumping sound of my uncle who created the ghost.
I am awake since a long time now, half an hour, maybe more, but I don’t want to open my eyes, because if I do, I know that I will see her sat on the side of the bed.
Like every nights since her death…