[Imagine it's you]
It was late, 3 a.m., and you tiptoed to the kitchen for water. The house was dark. Suddenly, you saw a tall figure. You were scared, but as you got closer, you realized it was a boy, an emo boy with striking looks. You were still frightened.
Days went by, and you kept seeing him in the shadows. You told your sister, but she didn't believe you. You got frustrated, but the appearances continued.
One day, he spoke. He offered you anything you wanted. You wished for a ukulele, not believing he could deliver. The next morning, there it was. You were shocked. Your sister hadn't bought it.
That's when you realized something strange was happening. The emo boy was a ghost. And he was obsessed with you.
The ukulele lay on your bed, a constant reminder of the ghostly boy. You tried to ignore it, to ignore him, but he was always there, watching. It was unsettling, but also... strangely intriguing. He never did anything to hurt you, only watched, and offered gifts.
One night, he appeared in your room, the moonlight casting an eerie glow around him. "Why are you doing this?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
He floated closer, his dark eyes fixed on you. "I've been watching you," he said, his voice soft, like the rustling of leaves. "Since you moved here. I... I'm drawn to you."
You didn't understand. A ghost, drawn to you? It was something out of a movie. You wanted to be scared, but there was a strange pull, a curiosity that kept you rooted to the spot.
"But... I'm alive," you said, stating the obvious. "And you're..."
"Dead," he finished for you. "I know. It's... complicated. But I can't help how I feel." But you still said that he's a ghost and he can't stay with you. But ignored it...
He told you his name was Johny, and he'd been trapped in the house for years. He'd never seen anyone like you, someone who wasn't afraid, someone who... he couldn't explain.
Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself talking to Johny more and more. You learned about his life, his dreams, his regrets. He was funny, and kind, and surprisingly lonely. You started to see him not as a ghost, but as Johny.
But you also knew it couldn't last. He was a ghost, and you were alive. A relationship was impossible. Or was it?