My ghost boyfriend

Boyfriend!

Before I could even do anything we were driving away from the house, Eddie was angry and you know what so am I.

“Stop the car please.” I tried nice first but already knew it wouldn’t work.

Giving a little chuckle Eddie said. “Where am I taking you?”

“Stop the car!” I grit my teeth, trying to stay calm, I mean who does he think he is, and why would he know anything about Logan house.

With no response I tried one more time, “there was someone in there, I just wanted to see..”

He interrupted me, “there was someone there, your friend gets killed and you wanna go have a chat with the person that most likely did the killing part.”

“He couldn’t have, he was in the room with me and Ryan when.. how do you know so much about this?” Something is off here.

Silence follows and I give up, he’s not giving in and I’m too tied for this, I gave him my address and looked out the window not really wanting to be in his car anymore.

“Jj” I heard a gentle voice, “Jj, wake up.” I slowly opened my eyes and it’s already dark, s**t! I fell asleep in a strangers car.

I sat up looking around, an amused look on Eddie’s face, we just sit for a moment longer when he asked. “Are you ok?”

I shake my head as it comes back to me, and I have not forgotten that he knows something I want to know. “Tell me what you know.” It wasn’t a question.

Shifting in his seat once again Eddie turns to face me, “why don’t you tell me what you think is going on in that place?”

Yeah and look completely crazy, although do I care? I wouldn’t usually but even after him driving me back here I really didn’t want him to think I was crazy.

Before I even had a chance to say something, not that I knew what I was going to say, a car pulled into the driveway next to us. I recognized the car right away.

“S**t.” I breathed out.

Eddie looked confused until Ryan got out of the car, not looking at us yet.

“Your boyfriend gonna be mad I’m giving you a ride?” Eddie asked with concern.

I laughed, like full on couldn’t hold it in, witchy cackle laughed, oh god I bet that wasn’t attractive, yet Eddie’s smiling right at me.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I state clear as can be.

“Then what’s the problem?” Eddie looked over at Ryan who is now staring straight at us. I smile and wave but Ryan just stares, waiting.

Honestly I had no idea how to respond, I think Ryan wants more, but I don’t, we have fun together but beyond that he is just a friend and I’m starting to think starting something with him was the wrong thing to do.

“Thank you for the ride.” Is all I said before getting out of the car.

“Hey” Ryan doesn’t look at me when I speak just at Eddie driving away. “You ok Ryan?”

“Why..?” I cut him off before he could say anything else.

“He offered I accepted and you don’t get a say in it.” Again I know I’m a horrible person but I can’t let Ryan think he gets a say on my life just because I know that he’s in pain. I can’t lead him on like that.

“Do you even care that Tim’s dead?” I can hear the anger in his voice, and I do care but bad things just don’t effect me like it does them. I’ve experienced pain and hurt and loneliness all my life and I’ve had to do it on my own, I just get on with it.

We stand in silence for a while, just staring at each other, Ryan was alway fun that’s what I liked about him and I still do. I want to help him through this, he means a lot to me and I would hate to hurt him.

“Ryan I’m sorry, I do care about Tim, Im just trying to deal with it all my way, just like you are. Come on let’s go inside.”

Ryan follows me in and we go up to my room, with the door open because that’s the house rules, we spend the evening just chatting and watching rubbish on tv, it’s nice, it makes me relaxed.

Once Ryan had gone home I started tidying up, suddenly there was the sound of squeaking behind me. I know that sound, it’s the sound my bed makes when someone sits on it, I slowly stand back up straight from picking a pillow up of the floor.

The creaking stopped, but whoever it was, they’re still here, the sound of the springs stopped meaning the bed had been settled into. Someone has come into my room and made themselves comfortable.

My heat was beating so fast I thought I was going to die, my hands had gone all sweaty and I would have loved to of told myself Ryan had come back, climbed the house and came in.

I wasn’t that lucky or that delusional, it most definitely was not Ryan, I knew that before I turned around. When I did turn to look I wasn’t as shocked as I should have been, I had a feeling it was him.

He wasn’t smiling, but he didn’t look angry, just sad. The man from the house was sat on my bed looking at me, still pale, still dirty and still so so sad.

“Who are you?” I had meant to say it loudly and with confidence but it came out a whisper if that.

The man stands, with the room so silent I could hear the bed once again, and that’s when the man flickered, I mean he just was there clear as day then he was blurred then he was gone, however only for a second before he was clear to see once again.

I took a few steps back but I didn’t run or maybe I just couldn’t. “Stay!” The man said raising his hand out in front of him. His voice was gravely but gentle so I stayed, I didn’t move closer but I didn’t leave.

“I’m Thomas Logan, why were you in my house?” Hearing him talk hurt me, it’s sounded painful for him to speak.

“Can I get you some water?” Now I was pretty certain I was talking to a ghost, if I wasn’t I was definitely mad, all the sighs pointed to dead and spirit and even without meeting a ghost before I could have told you he did not need any water being dead you know.

All that being said, I just didn’t like to see somebody in pain and I couldn’t think how else to help. The man, Thomas, he smiled like it hurt a little but he was definitely smiling, probably thinking how stupid I must be.

“It won’t help, this isn’t a body it’s a form until I move on to the next place whatever that may be. Thank you though.” It’s like sand paper, I could feel my throat getting dry just listening to him.

So I just had to ask, “is there anything I can do?”

Before he could answer there was a knock on my door, I turned toward it but looked straight back again however Thomas was already gone.

Going to the door I swing it open to find Michael standing there, “who are you talking to?” He asked very bluntly.

Feeling a little annoyed I answered, “myself. Now what do you want?”

Shrugging Michael moved past me into my room, he picked up the snow-globe by my bed and started playing with it.

“Just seeing how you are” he smiled a cheesy grin at me, and I knew he was after something.

“What Micheal?” I was already annoyed but that was moving up to anger now.

“Tell me what happened?” He asked confusing me, I don’t know why he would care.

“No, now get out, I’m tired.” I replied moving over to him and taking the snow-globe from him, I put it on the table where it belongs and turned back to Michael expecting him to make a move to the door, he didn’t.

He stands there, “doors over there.” I point.

“No tell me.” Is all he said. Why won’t he just leave, he was making me uncomfortable and my anger was way past being funny.

Before I could do anything else to make him leave, Thomas appeared by the window, Michael was looking the other way so didn’t notice, that’s when Thomas slammed the window shut shocking me, but Michael even more.

“What was that?” He asked startled.

I shake my head like I don’t know, he took a look around the room but Thomas was already gone. Micheal stood at the window looking outside and Thomas once again appeared this time by my bathroom door that was closed already.

Thomas swing it open and disappeared again before Micheal could see him, “ok what is going on?”

“I don’t know.” I replied but Micheal was freaked, he huffed before walking to the door and leaving, I didn’t think it would scare him but there was no denying that you could feel that there was something else in here. Maybe Micheal isn’t so stupid and picked up on it.

I giggled to myself and Thomas appeared smiling, he was quite handsome when you ignored the clothes and blood and dust.

“Thank you.” I said to him not moving any closer than I already was.

I was scared, but I was used to being brave so I took a breath, and I decided I had to know, I had to know everything and he was possibly the only one who could tell me, other than Eddie but after his reaction before I wasn’t expecting him to answer my questions.

I step forward, “ok I have to know, am I crazy? I mean am I having a complete brake down or are you.. are you..” but I couldn’t finish, it’s like the words got stuck and just wouldn’t come out. A ghost? Why was that so hard to say.

Thomas stepped closer to me but not close enough to touch. “I’m a ghost, I died when I was 19 years old, I was murdered and I need some help so that I can cross over. Help me?”

Oh my..ghost?