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Who the heck is coming into my house? I only allow guests one time a year, and considering the lack of pumpkins, I'm guessing it's not that time yet. Well, allow isn't the right word. Forced. Yes, that's a much better fit. And now this kid is walking in like he owns the place! Today was actually going pretty well. Actually… no… that's a lie… it has been boring here, but that's to be expected. I just want to rot alone here for the rest of my afterlife! Is that too much to ask? At least he hasn't seen me yet. I got a good look at him from the attic window. He has a light blue, long sleeved polo shirt on with a grey cat cardigan draped over his shoulder like some sort of superhero. He wore light brown cargo pants with old worn tennis shoes. He had golden curls that framed his face nicely with big round glasses. He looked kinda sad, to be honest, when he walked up to the house. It was if he was lost in self loathing thoughts. Ha. This kid should be fun to mess with. Maybe him coming wasn't as bad as I thought. I can torture him and make him beg to leave. Then he will never come here again and I will be left alone to my thoughts.

I hear a knock at the door. So he dares to venture this far? This will be fun. I cannot wait to get started. Another knock. Hmm… what is he playing at? Doesn't he know no one lives here? Even though I "live here" I don't live so it doesn't count. He must have heard the legends. But then, why was he knocking? Did he really expect a ghost to open the door for him? Maybe he would like some tea and cookies while he waits for dinner. I roll my eyes. A third knock? How long is he going to knock for? I am not getting the door for him! 

Eventually the door creaks open and a soft voice calls out, "Hello?" I whisp down the stairs, invisible. The boy looked about my age, or the age I was when I died. He was taller than me though, and for some, probably stupid, reason, that made me really mad. Everyone who comes in is usually taller than me and it's infuriating. The boy whipped out his flashlight and began creeping around my house. It was dark, cold, and dusty, making it difficult for him to see. He quickly found the chimney and a box of matches. He stocked it and got the fire going. Excuse you? No. Not in my house! I quickly sent a gust of wind to blow out the fire. He glanced around as if he was searching for someone. Ha! The pros of being able to control your visibility. I don't know how humans can handle being visible all the time. It sounds exhausting. He gave one more glance around before relighting the fire. This time, I decided to watch what his great plan was to draw me out. He sat down close to the fire, instead of on the couch that was dusty and has a few mice living in it. It's a very nice family and they are all named, but this isn't about them. 

He patted the floor and I cautiously sat down next to him. What was he playing at? I jumped when he spoke, "I know you are here in this room," the boy said, looking into the fire, "And I hope you don't mind me coming in here." He's going to trick me, I know it! I have to be on guard, "Can I just stay until five forty five? That's all I ask. I don't even have to talk or look at you if you don't want me to." His face was full of despair and guilt. What did this person do? I guess we both have secrets that no one knows about. Standing up, I walked in front of him, crouched down in front of the soot and started drawing out words in it. He leaned forward, eyes widening and I smirked. Let's see how far this kid will go. He looked at the newly formed words. You seem a little fragile. Shouldn't you go running back to mummy and daddy while you still can?

I felt him freeze up behind me and I turned to see what happened. He had a forced smile plastered on his face, but his eyes told the truth. They held sadness, regret. Were his parents deceased or something? "I think I can handle it. I'm not as fragile as I appear to be." He totally ignored that last part as he stood up and grabbed his satchel that he had taken off earlier to start the fire. He grabbed out a pad of paper and a pencil and I eyed them wearily. "Here," he said, setting the items where he was sitting. "So we can communicate." Yeah, no thanks, I thought with an eye roll. This chat is over. 

I quickly blew the fire out again and flew up to my room. No way am I talking to a human. They just want to poke and prod, they don't care about you as a being. Might as well have fun with them, but this one? He was too personal. He actually wanted to talk, which is weird on its own. I got to my room, which hasn't been touched at all in the 150 years I've been dead because of, well, they believed in me and preferred to keep me happy. And I am absolutely fine with that. My family's rooms however, they've been altered for scaring people. My room is off limits. It's a simple room with a bed in the corner that has black sheets on them and yellow pillows. There is a mirror in the corner near my dresser and a desk to the side with a quill and some paper. I usually either spend my whole day in here, or in the attic. The attic has the best view of the world, so I'm up there often. 

I glanced in the empty mirror and slowly made myself visible again. In the mirror stood an almost handsome boy in a rugged kind of way. By his height alone, he could have been ten, but really he was 15 when he had died and had just not hit his growth spurt yet, at least, that's what he tells himself. He has shaggy brown hair and a black outfit with a tiny cape-like thing over his shoulders. His outfit had a yellow trim and he wore yellow gloves over his hands. He wore them to hide a secret. I looked into the boy's face. Half of his face was covered in green scales and he has a lighter pink scar from the corner of his lip to his ear. The eye on that side of his face is yellow and snake like. I sighed as I traced over my identical scar. The boy in the mirror did the same. What did I do to deserve this fate?

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