“Who’s out there?” 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.
“I know someone is out there,” she continued with helpless anxiety. She tried to sound braver than she felt. “Please, come out.”
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 years…
She trembled a bit. She would not want to be the moon. She couldn’t imagine not moving, somewhere deep in space, where everyone would point at it and say, “Look, Mother! I spotted the moon!” She wouldn’t want others admiring her if she was the moon. She wouldn’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 wouldn’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.
“Am I home now?” she said loudly, but unsure if that was the correct move. She wouldn’t want to wake anyone that she doesn’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 didn’t regret, the fear in her eyes turned to determination.
And Keila didn’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 wasn’t transparent. Yes, that is what it seemed like.
“Who brought me here?” she asked, to no one in particular. She just wanted an answer that made her satisfied.
“Who said that?” she cried, jerking her head around. “I’m not afraid of you!”
Sure you aren’t.
“Come out! Can I see you?”
You’ll laugh. I should stay unrevealed.
Kelia blurted, “I won’t laugh at you! Please, come out!”
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 Kelia’s and his eyes were bright blue.
“I have been waiting for you,” the boy/ghost said finally.
Kelia stepped back, startled. “W-what do you mean?” she asked.
“I know you, Kelia, the most beautiful girl.”
“My mother already booked me for marriage,” she lied, swallowing.
“That is not true, and besides, I never said I will. You, are going to come with me.” 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.
“Sit,” the boy/ghost said ordinarily. He hesitated before adding, “And stay.”
Kelia nodded and sat. She thought, Strange boy, but nice. I wonder about his family? She decided to ask. “Where are your parents?” Kelia asked softly.
He paused. A long pause.
“You don’t… have to tell…” she trailed off.
He sighed. It was like the wind, and for a moment she thought it really was. “I do not have parents,” he replied.
Kelia was surprised. “Everyone has parents!” she cried.
He shook his head. “I was sent by the dark spirits, I do not have parents.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Although, it seems like the dark spirits are my parents. But they are nice, trust me.”
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.
“I guess I said too much,” he said quietly. “You better leave.”
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 couldn’t feel him since he was half-ghost.
“You better leave now, your parents will worry about you,” he whispered. Crackle! A tree branch fell, startling only Kelia.
He went back to his ghost form. He had no eyes anymore.
“I’ll come back,” she promised. And she did promise. To a ghost.
He shrugged mysteriously. “Of course you will.”
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, “Of course you will.” How did he know she would be back?
It was all a dream. Or was it?
She wouldn’t know until she would sleep again. Right?
She smiled, the smile that was only meant for the Ghost Boy. And she sure hoped to see him again, that’s for sure.