My whole body tensed and everything in me began to freeze. Did he talk to me? I turned around seeing no one standing behind me.

"I mean you, don't turn around. I saw you in school, how you always look at me and now your following me home for the second time this week", he said looking slightly angry.

"What - you can see me?", I asked pointing with my finger at me.

"Yeah, why shouldn't I?", He asked, now looking annoyed.

I took a deep breath and took a few steps back. He can see me. He can hear me. And can he feel me? Probably.

I walked towards him and laid my hand on his shoulder, making him narrow his eyes at me.

"Can you feel this?", I asked.

"Yeah", he slowly said taking a few steps back.

I couldn't believe this, a human can see, feel and hear me.

"Wait, you aren't dead, right?", I asked just to be sure.

"What? Of course not! What do you want from me?", He asked scared.

"I'm, I'm a ghost, people can't see, hear or feel me. You are the first person", I said quietly.

"Haha, that's really funny, now tell me why you are following me", he demanded. Of course he doesn't believe me. I have to show him.

"Wait, I'll show you", I said seeing a woman on a bike riding on the street. I walked on the street, causing Ryan to narrow his eyes.

The bike came and Ryan's eyes widened :"there's a bike!", He yelled wanting to run to me but stopped when he saw the bike riding right through me.

"See?", I said, "I'm dead."

"What- what have you done? How?", He mumbled looking shocked.

"I'm a ghost. People don't see me, you do and I don't know why", I said stepping forward.

"Stay away from me!", He said taking many steps back.

"I won't harm you, don't you worry", I chuckled but he looked terrified.

"Go away!", He yelled now running to his front door.

"Ryan, don't be scared!", I yelled running after him, but he opened the door as quickly as he could, stumbling into the building. He closed the door right in front of my eyes.

This were too many events in one moment. My mind began to spin. Why can he see me? This shouldn't be happening. He isn't dead, he talked to other students and the neighbors. And now he's scared of me. Understandable too be honest, I'm also scared. There has to be a reason

I looked over the bell on the door reading:

G. Ross & D. Ross

His last name was Ross.

Ryan Ross, the boy who can see me.

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