Ghost Boy: Chapter 2

Erin

My name's Erin. I have copper hair and blue eyes. I have a reputation for being tough, and it doesn't end there.

    Everything was normal. Thursday. Karate. Except... Nate's dead. But that's all that's weird about today, I guess. I walked into the training room at the end of the day for karate and dropped into a split to stretch out. Then things got actually weird. I saw a blonde black-belt stretching against the wall. The only person that that could be is N- ... him, but he's d-dead. Before I could react, the teacher called: "Line up!"
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    We were lined up at the end of class. I was in the back. The un-named blonde was in the middle row. I couldn't stop staring at him. Who was he?

"Class dismissed!" The teacher roared.

The blonde turned around.

I saw his face.

He saw the shock on mine.

It was Nate!

I was staring at him. He was staring at me. Then I shook my head violently as if I was clearing my head. I turned around to pick up my gear as he approached me. He then followed me out of the training room.

"Can you see me?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yes," I whispered, "Aren't you dead?"

"I think so," he answered, following me out of the building, "I'm here, conscious, but I can go through walls and no one can see me but you."

"So... so you're a ghost?"

"Yeah... yeah I guess so."

When my mom finally got there to pick me up, I threw my bag in the back seat and motioned for him to get in. He held up his hand, shook his head, and jumped on top of the car. We rode like that. When we got home, my mom closed the door to the house before he could get in, but he just kept on walking, and went right through the door. He looked at the area surrounding him, never have being in my house before. I gave him a death glare and jerked my head toward the living room while taking a drink, giving him permission to look around the first floor. Soon I walked upstairs and found him following me. I put my gear in my room, and turned back to look at him.

"Stay put. Don't go pulling any ghost tricks on my parents. I'll be back in abut ten minutes, then we can do some research on this whole matter." He nodded, and I went into my bathroom to take a shower.
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When I came out, I changed into my pajamas and brushed my hair. I took a deep breath, and looked at myself in the mirror.

"I have a ghost in my bedroom," I whispered to myself.

"Yes you do," came a faint voice from the other side of the wall. I smiled, and walked out the door and into my bedroom. When I got in there, I pulled out my computer.

"Ok," I said, "Let's see..." I pulled up google and searched 'Ghosts'. "Gotta start somewhere," I said to him. A lot of sites came up, and I clicked on the first one. I read it, and he did too. It sounded like the ravings of a lunatic. I closed it out.

"Ok, no thanks." I clicked the sort bar and went to 'Information'. I clicked on the first one, and I looked good. At the top it read: "This is a pre-created document. It was released after the author's death."

    Ghosts are spirits that have no been released into death. A ghost may only be created if a person's final thought is a regret. The Council of the Dead, the authority on all things dead, decides who will become a ghost, based on lifespan and purity of intentions. One it is decided that a ghost will be created, they must be tethered to a living person. This means that the ghost can only be seen by that person, heard by that person, and must stay near that person. Also, the person that the ghost is tethered to must be related to the ghost's final regret. The ghost is also doomed to walk the earth until the person they have been tethered to has died as well.

"Wow," said Nate, as I turned around to see him cross his arms, "That's new."

"Yeah. So...," I started, "Does that mean you're tethered to me?"

"I guess so."

"But that means..," I said half to myself, "How am I related to your final regret?"

"I don't know."

"How do you not know?"

"I don't remember my final regret. Must've already been half dead." I smiled slightly as I stared at him.

"Wow. Okay." I clamped my hands together and rubbed them back and forth villain-style. "You're mine." I said with a devilish smile. He laughed.

"Okay, well, since I'm, I guess, tethered to you, I, well, I guess, what I'm trying to say is... only you can see me-," he stuttered.

"Sure," I interrupted, "We've got a spare room down the hall." He slumped with relief.

"Thanks." I walked him out the door and pointed down the hall.

"At the end of the hall and to the left," I instructed.

"Don't mention it. See you tomorrow."