You close your eyes, trying to somehow will the situation away.

Despite your best efforts, gravity is pulling you down and you've seen enough movies to know it's going to hurt a hell of a lot. It could even kill you. Just your luck. You finally get to go on vacation and have an amazing first day, and then it ends with you falling to your death. No one would even find you until your reservation ended, probably.

You lift your hands to cradle your head.

Time seems to stop.

You hit something warm and soft. Softer than hard wood, anyways. There is no pain. You peek out of one eye, and right into the chiseled chest of your resident ghost. He looks down at you, and his eyes are a rich brown and full of worry. "Are you hurt?" His voice sounds more normal now, close and deep. You can feel his heart beating in his chest. He smells like pine needles and mint.

"Y-yeah..."

The ghost smiles and stands up, offering you a hand up from where you are sitting on the steps. You turn your legs, so they're not above your head anymore, and reach up for his hand. And yours goes right through his.

He looks confused, and then his eyes slowly fade from brown to white again. Then he is gone.

You exhale slowly. It's hard to deny the truth when it stares you in the face and catches you from dying on the stairs in a remote cabin in the woods. Your cabin is definitely haunted by a ghost.

An oddly handsome ghost who saved your life.

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