Zayn's pov

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh...oh my god !!!! Who are  you  ?"

I backed away quickly. My heart was in my throat and I was shaking like a leaf.

"Harry " the man or I may say harry said. 

He was looking scary as shit. In movies whenever they use to give close look of ghost or witches face  I used turn away but now I can't seem to turn away or run.

There was a big spot of blood on harry's T-shirt. His face was covered with different layers of skin as if it was decaying and falling down.

He had a small pocket knife in his jand and he was PLAYING  with it . Je was looking at me with an unreadable expression.

This is it. I'm going to D-I-E

"Wha-t-t do-o-o-o you wa-a-nt ? "I asked shivering.

Harry didn't replied but started coming closer.

"YOUR SOUL " he said in a cold voice which sent shiver down my spine.

I don't know how but I got strength and started running . But harry ran behind me. Fuck he is fast. Of course he is a ghost afteralll.

He caught my shirt and dragged me behind  . Maybe I should beg him to leave me. I slided down and took
A hold on his legs

"Please don't kill  . Please  I haven't even sold my first painting please  . If you leave me then I'll give you whatever you want."

But he just took a hold on my shoulder and pulled me up.

" I'LL KILL YOU " he said and before I could react the knife he was holding was being stabbed on my forehead.