Ghost In Red

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I gulped, nervous and trying not to look behind me where my pal has been intently staring at, "What is it, Ems?"    

"Behind you, Syd. " She answered with wide eyes and looked so surprised, and I know better; she's just messing up with me.    

"Knock it off, idiot. I know you could have jumped out the window already and run home if you could really see any ghost in here or even just a cockroach." I told her and rolled my eyes, and she went laughing her ass out.    

"I'm just kidding, Syd. But seriously, though, are you freaking serious about what you are saying? That OJ is... Around? Her ghost? Oooh." She asked me curiously. "Yes. Do I look like I'm kidding? Will I be freaking out if not?" I confirmed, nodding my head in response.    

She looked around my room cautiously and slowly stood up and hurried to sit on the bed beside me, closely. What a damn pussy.    

"Get away from me!" I pushed her away when she clung to my left arm, and I stood up to go to the couch, then the moron followed me. I walked back to my bed, and she also went with me. I'm going to smack her head now if she doesn't stop.    

"Just knock it off, Emma! She is nowhere around now. Maybe it was just... it's just in my head. Yeah, I think I was just overthinking about her with her current state." I dismissed the subject about what I feared because this reinforcement that I have with me right here is more fearful than I am.    

"Really? Just quit constantly thinking about her and go the f*ck to New York City and kiss her! Maybe she will finally wake up by then." She cheerfully suggested, and I glared at her. Sh*t, what if the ghost is here and can hear her say such?    

"Shut it, Ems. Just... Let's go downstairs. And you can go home now." I uttered and stood up to head out, and the girl followed. She walked ahead and looked back at me, saying, "No. Wendy invited me for dinner. So I will stay."    

"Really? Wendy, did you tell Emma to have dinner here?" I yelled, asking the woman in the kitchen to confirm this ginger's claim, and I heard a response, "Yeah, why don't you stay here for dinner, Emma?"    

See? She foresees the next events like no other.    

"Yeah! I will! You know I will stay even if nobody asks me to." She shamelessly replied and hurried to the kitchen.    

Well, it's good to have company so I won't be thinking about her again, and even seeing and hearing her.    

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"So... Whenever you will see her again, Syd... Just yell and wave your white flag by your window. Or... You could also tap your phone. Okay? Because you know that ~I'm only one call away~ I'll be here to save the night~ Superman got nothing on---" she reminded me and sang, but I cut her off.    

"Fine! Bye, Ems. Good night." I finally closed the door and heard her continue singing as she strutted to her house.    

I locked the door and turned to head to my room to get myself ready for bed, only to screech when I saw someone wearing a red shirt and walking past me to head to the living room, "Geez! Adam! Damn you!"    

"What the f*ck is wrong with you, Sydney?" He asked me, also surprised by my reaction and holding a can of beer. I just went to the stairs to head to my room without saying anything.    

"Crazy kid. She could be taking cracks now." I heard him murmuring and turned on the TV.    

They really didn't believe me when I told them about what I had seen and heard earlier this afternoon. Well, neither do I believe my eyes and ears. Maybe I should seek help from a psychologist or should go for therapy. I absolutely think I'm paranoid. Perhaps I should, this weekend, if ever I could reencounter her.    

I closed the door behind me as I stepped inside my room and let out a deep sigh.    

I sat on my bed, looking around my room for something that I don't want to see, and I chuckled.    

"Why the hell do I wish to see her again?" I muttered and laid down, then thought of her, which I shouldn't do.    

"Do you want to see me again? Oh, well, here I am, Syd! Do you finally want to talk to me? Are you not scared of me anymore? Honestly, there's no reason that you should be."    

I flinched when I heard her cheerful voice, and I snapped my head to look where the voice came from, and there she is near the couch. I could clearly see her bare feet not touching the floor.    

I squinted my eyes shut and open, but I could still see her. She looked exactly the same that day.    

"Oh, no. This is not real. Please, leave me alone." I begged her, and she slowly went near me, wearing a pouting sad face. Oh, she might look so cute with that, but I am not complimenting her anytime soon. I want her to disappear from my sight.    

"No. I am not leaving. Not until you talk to me. Please, Syd. I know you hate me, but... You... You are the only one who can notice me." She began, appearing hopeful, but I don't give a damn.    

I quickly stood up and walking past her to get something in my bag.    

"Nope. You are not real. I am not seeing nor hearing you. You are just in my head. Mhmm. And, nope, I don't hate you. I'm scared of you now. And, well, yes, I do hate you for frightening me right now. Yes. I hate you. Now, go, f*ck yourself because I'm not talking to you. Not ever." I rambled, trying to sound brave, and fished out my phone and earphones from my bag on the couch, and I went back to my bed to go under the sheets.    

"Sydney, please. I know I sound pathetic now, begging you for something while we are never friends. But, I am ready to swallow my pride to ask for help from you. You are all I have. Now, you might be thinking yourself crazy because you are seeing and hearing me, but you are not. I really am here. Just---" she replied, desperate, and I cut her off, "I can't hear anything. And I'm dozing off to sleep."    

Then the music began playing in my earphones while I hid under the sheets. This is better. I just hope she won't visit me in my dreams, and that would be a nightmare by then if she would strangle me in my sleep. Oh, hell, I shouldn't be thinking such thoughts.    

Maybe these sights and sounds of her will be gone tomorrow. Hopefully.    

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I was startled when I heard my phone ringing, and it's my alarm tone. Oh, it's morning. Friday.    

I looked at my phone and saw that I only have eight percent battery left. Damn, I forgot to charge it last night. Why?    

Oh, I remember now. That was crazy. OJ, huh? Seriously?    

I sat up, yawning and stretching my upper body. Then I looked around my room and shrieked in surprise, "Aaah! What the sheez!"    

"Good morning, Sydney!" She greeted me with a bright smile on her face while sitting on the couch comfortably.    

What the hell? Why are my eyes and ears messing up with me again? This is not making any sense at all!