It's been a Two years since we moved into this new house
I wouldn't call it new. It's new to my family and me. but this house was built in 1953. It's nowhere close to new.
Ever since we moved from everything I know, everything I had left went downhill. My parents divorced. I've lost hope in my future as my grades plummet to hell.
Dont get me wrong, life was never perfect back there but ever since we moved to kings county, My life was over.
My sleep pattern lately has been off, I know better than to think the footsteps on the rooftop is my mother. I always Play it off as the wind, the neighbors making noise or maybe I'm going insane from lack of sleep.
But tonight it's different, I keep hearing the steps, they're coming from inside the house, as though an intruder is roaming my house as we sleep, or so they think.
Frozen in fear, I don't dare move or even breath hard, my back turned to my bedroom door, that I pray is locked. Carefully and slowly I slip my pocket knife off of my nightstand.
Leaving it there prepared for occasions like these, it comes in handy at times like these.
I don't hear my door open, but I hear some small noise in my bathroom, Curiosity taking over and making me get up.
Slowly I tiptoe into my dark bathroom, Turning on the light and looking around.
As I turn around to face my mirror, every hair on my body stands up.
A boy my age, With a blank expression is staring into my soul inside my mirror
my breath hitched as I step back. closing my eyes and shaking my head, I open them back up to see him standing in front of me.
His eyebrows furrowed and he looks to be just as confused as I am.
"do you understand that I've seen you change so many times, I could never leave that damned mirror though" he gives me a face that reads 'unfortunately' before continuing
"I've seen it all, Your sadness. I can feel it even, I wanted to do something about it but I was stuck" the strange boy shakes his head back in forth, as I sit on the cold hard floor, staring up in amazement.
"I uh" closing my eyes to gather myself "So you're like a ghost right?" he nods with an annoyed look, with a hint of sadness masked behind it.
then is dawned on me "So you're the fucker that keeps me up at night" my voice laced with a harsh tone to it
"I'm not the only reason, don't blame me" he raises one eyebrow before adding "I'm carl, my family owned this house a long time ago"
he sits down next to me, normally you'd feel the warmth, I felt nothing but a cold breeze wash over me, glancing down at my phone.
2:35 A.m
"you always wake me up at this time too"
"that is correct sweetheart"
I ignore my heart fluttering "Why"
"It was the official time I passed away"
my heart seems to sink into my stomach as he continues
"My death was caused by a abusive relationship, my parents fought until my father went into insanity" his voice cracked as he pauses, looking down at his lap
I just sit there not knowing how to console a dead person
"it's why I'm here for you, the night your parents stayed up fighting, throwing things" tears began to fill up my eyes as he keeps going
"I was so scared for you babe"
at this point we were both silent crying, I can feel his cold arms wrap around me "this is what my life would be like if he hadn't of shot me"
I just laid there, in a stranger's arms, who lived and seemed to know my life better than I did myself, And At that moment I had two emotions
I was sad that I didn't get to know Carl but at the same time grateful that my situation never turned out like his.
A/n:
Mkay yeah this is cheesy but It came to me and i couldn't turn up the chance to write about ghost!carl.
I know it's unrealistic but it's damn fanfiction, deal with it.
If you did like this, thank you for reading, I like writing because I know how I read on here is like an escape
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~ A
