โ€œWhoโ€™s out there?โ€ Keila said, frightened. She bit her lip hard.

There was no answer. She could feel the shivers of the trees, and how the world seemed to move around her. They seemed to watch her all this time. Her eyes went wild.

โ€œI know someone is out there,โ€ she continued with helpless anxiety. She tried to sound braver than she felt. โ€œPlease, come out.โ€

Still, no one appeared. Keila gulped slightly, gripping onto the torch. She could almost hear the moon cry, For my sake, please let me out! I have been stuck here for billions of yearsโ€ฆ

She trembled a bit. She would not want to be the moon. She couldnโ€™t imagine not moving, somewhere deep in space, where everyone would point at it and say, โ€œLook, Mother! I spotted the moon!โ€ She wouldnโ€™t want others admiring her if she was the moon. She wouldnโ€™t feel one bit flattered if she was. She would be irked, for everyone would be staring and no one would release her. She would have all the stars laughing at her, the sun coiling her with its firm, flaming rays.

But she focused. She moved forth, aware of what was to come. Her long, hazel hair wouldnโ€™t be able to protect her. Keila was the prettiest girl in her community, very irresistible. She had no interest in love. She would want to learn how to fight one day when she becomes stronger.

โ€œAm I home now?โ€ she said loudly, but unsure if that was the correct move. She wouldnโ€™t want to wake anyone that she doesnโ€™t want to meet.

A whisper though, filled the air. It was almost silent as if the words were being echoed a million miles away.

Come, this way, the voice whispered. You are safe here. Come.

She knew she had no other choice, so she followed the voice. It was a rule she broke in her community, no obeying those you do not know. But she didnโ€™t regret, the fear in her eyes turned to determination.

And Keila didnโ€™t know what she saw next.

It was a bright day. Yes, the complete darkness turned to a bright day. She squinted in astonishment.

She saw with her own eyes, little children playing ball as if night had never fallen on them, and they all laughed at little jokes. Keila gasped, staring at the sky which was now a gleaming blue. And not dark blue, it was like the water that wasnโ€™t transparent. Yes, that is what it seemed like.

โ€œWho brought me here?โ€ she asked, to no one in particular. She just wanted an answer that made her satisfied.

I did.

โ€œWho said that?โ€ she cried, jerking her head around. โ€œIโ€™m not afraid of you!โ€

Sure you arenโ€™t.

โ€œCome out! Can I see you?โ€

Youโ€™ll laugh. I should stay unrevealed.

Kelia blurted, โ€œI wonโ€™t laugh at you! Please, come out!โ€

The strange voice sighed. Then it appeared, a few feet away from her.

Here, this is me, it said quietly. Are you happy now?

Kelia swallowed hard. What she saw in front of her something white. And not a cloak, it was floating in the air, levitating. A ghost, she thought.

Yes, I am a ghost. But I am also human.

Then the ghost faded away for a second, and came back, just with a different form. He was a young boy, about her age. He had clothes that a normal boy would wear. He had dark hair, a little lighter than Keliaโ€™s and his eyes were bright blue.

โ€œI have been waiting for you,โ€ the boy/ghost said finally.

Kelia stepped back, startled. โ€œW-what do you mean?โ€ she asked.

โ€œI know you, Kelia, the most beautiful girl.โ€

โ€œMy mother already booked me for marriage,โ€ she lied, swallowing.

โ€œThat is not true, and besides, I never said I will. You, are going to come with me.โ€ He grabbed her hand simply and took her to a place she never saw before. It was the same woods, and still very bright. But there was a table, a huge one, with many chairs around it. On the table, there was fresh tea with fruit cookies.

She held her breath, amazed. It was beautiful, she never saw anything like it.

โ€œSit,โ€ the boy/ghost said ordinarily. He hesitated before adding, โ€œAnd stay.โ€

Kelia nodded and sat. She thought, Strange boy, but nice. I wonder about his family? She decided to ask. โ€œWhere are your parents?โ€ Kelia asked softly.

He paused. A long pause.

โ€œYou donโ€™tโ€ฆ have to tellโ€ฆโ€ she trailed off.

He sighed. It was like the wind, and for a moment she thought it really was. โ€œI do not have parents,โ€ he replied.

Kelia was surprised. โ€œEveryone has parents!โ€ she cried.

He shook his head. โ€œI was sent by the dark spirits, I do not have parents.โ€ He tapped his chin thoughtfully. โ€œAlthough, it seems like the dark spirits are my parents. But they are nice, trust me.โ€

Kelia was afraid. She and her parents were told that they had to blow the spirits away. But they were also told that spirits were harder to knock off, you needed enough belief. Just then, she did believe. She believed in ghosts. Is it wrong to make dark spirits leave, and also have a friendly conversation with a ghost? She did not know.

โ€œI guess I said too much,โ€ he said quietly. โ€œYou better leave.โ€

Kelia did not want to go. She loved this place, so bright and peaceful. But he, himself, made it intense as if it was dark again. But she did want to leave at the same time, it looked dangerous to stay with a ghost/boy.

Before she left, she turned around to face him. And the ghost/boy looked sad. Sadder than usual.

She stood closer to him. She studied his face carefully and smiled with a song playing on her lips. Her eyes began to gleam.

He looked up at her. He stood closer until their eyes were only a few inches apart. And he then gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

She was stunned, taking a step back. But she did not show fear and wanted to give him a kiss also. But she wondered if she couldnโ€™t feel him since he was half-ghost.

โ€œYou better leave now, your parents will worry about you,โ€ he whispered. Crackle! A tree branch fell, startling only Kelia.

He went back to his ghost form.ย He had no eyes anymore.

โ€œIโ€™ll come back,โ€ she promised. And she did promise. To a ghost.

He shrugged mysteriously. โ€œOf course you will.โ€

She had no time to understand what that meant because he soon faded away, and she began to lift her head.

She realized she was back in her regular sleeping clothes, on a bed. She still had the same memories of the Ghost Boy, but it was more vivid than she experienced it. She heard his voice, the soft, swiveling voice. And she heard his last words, โ€œOf course you will.โ€ How did he know she would be back?

It was all a dream. Or was it?

She wouldnโ€™t know until she would sleep again.ย Right?


She smiled, the smile that was only meant for the Ghost Boy. And she sure hoped to see him again, thatโ€™s for sure.

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Landon Uyeke
20:07 Apr 28, 2020

Very interesting. Lovely job on your story.


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Ola Hotchpotch
03:58 Mar 15, 2020

nice story. The starting was like in movies where a stalker is after you watching every breath you take and obviously anybody would feel fear. But you wrote you felt the whole world watching. Then your ghost boy comes forward. He must be one of them but more honest and better. Definitely not a total ghost. And kelia is the guard or the invisible cloak? In my experience I feel mediums are more like invisible cloaks used by the ghost to express what ghost says through medium. It's very harmful for the medium's health because she will think she...


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Aria Weber
02:00 Mar 15, 2020

It was like being put into Kelia's world, watching the whole thing like I was there! Do the world a favor and keep writing please!


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Elaine Singer
02:26 Mar 11, 2020

Wow, the image is very strong. Keep it up!


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Thank you very much for your support! I appreciate your comments, thanks for helping! I am welcome to criticism too.


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