Rated 16+ for Emi swearing once.
The
road was just as empty as it had been when I had been walking home
from the bus stop. The neighbors who usually spent their afternoons
tidying up their gardens and yards were nowhere to be found; the heat
was too much for even them. I hadn’t exactly expected to see anyone
on a hot day like today, but it wasn’t all that reassuring to be
walking through an empty street after seeing a ghost. I could use the
comfort of another person.
I
started to hum Livin’ on a Prayer underneath my breath. I knew
I
should have brought my earbuds on my makeshift trek, but the past was
in the past. I’d have to trust my memory - and see if the song
could last me until I reached the library. The more I walked, the
louder my humming got. By the time I reached the street it was on, I
had an entire performance going on - my body swaying to the tune, and
the hum becoming a soft but audible cover of the actual lyrics.
Which
was when I bumped into a man lingering in the shadows of one of the
many trees littering the side of the road.
“Hey!”
I exclaimed. “Watch where you’re going.”
The
man had been staring at a house on the other side of the road with
dark eyes – so dark that they were almost black. He turned to look
at me with a mix of disbelief, confusion and exasperation. It was a
look I was very
familiar
with. “You bumped into me.”
“You’re
the one standing on the side of the road,” I argued.
“Is
it a crime?”
I
faltered.
The
words should have had some sort of bite to them - it felt like he was
trying to make fun of my insistence that he had wronged me. But
something about the tone and how soft-spoken he was just
seemed...innocent. Like he seriously didn’t know if it was a crime
or not. Which, obviously, was a little
weird,
but he wasn’t a ghost. I hadn’t gone through him.
It
was just two weird things in a single day.
“...No,”
I grumbled. “It’s not.”
He
let out a quiet, relieved sigh.
“I
apologize for getting in your way, then,” he said.
Now
he
sounded amused.
I
frowned and slipped past him.
There
was a pause. A few moments passed. Just when I thought I was in the
clear - and just when I was starting to step onto the library’s
property - the man suddenly tapped me on the shoulder.
I
spun around.
“What?”
I said.
“I’m
lost,” he admitted. “I’m here to visit a friend of mine, but I
can’t find their house. Can you point me in the right direction?”
I
hesitated.
Something
felt off and wrong
about
this. I could have gone rushing into the library. I should
have
gone rushing into it. But there was just something about him that
made him intriguing; something strange that I couldn’t quite put my
finger on.
A
sigh escaped my chapped lips.
“What’s
the address?” I asked.
“35
Woodland Court.”
“...I
see,” I said. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your
friend’s name?”
The
man faltered.
I
wasn’t sure why he wasn’t answering me on that one, but my
suspicions had been raised. Maybe
he
really was planning on visiting a friend there. Maybe he wasn’t.
Whatever the case was, I wasn’t planning on sharing any information
with him until he answered some of my questions.
“You
sound protective,” he commented. He wasn’t looking at me anymore.
He was looking at some random speck on the horizon; I could
practically hear the gears turning in his mind.
I
crossed my arms and shrugged.
“I’m
just curious,” I innocently replied.
His
gaze returned to me.
“You
don’t trust me,” he guessed.
“I
have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The
man sighed and ran his fingers through his surprisingly long black
hair.
And
then, suddenly, his expression changed. The frown that had been
dancing across his lips turned into the beginnings of a smile. His
eyebrows lifted up. And there was a kind of...twinkle in his eyes,
like this was the best thing that had possibly ever happened to him.
“You
live there,” he said.
Well,
that
little
charade was up.
“Yeah,”
I said. “No shit.
Why else would I be asking so many-”
He
was gone.
The
man was gone.
I
blinked, rubbed my eyes, and pinched my arm - wincing at the pain -
for good measure. But no matter what I did, the man was nowhere to be
found. He had vanished into thin air, just like that ghost had
before.
A
chill ran up and down my spine.
Even
in the scorching almost-summer sun, I couldn’t help but feel cold.
...I
rushed into the library.
Points: 219
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