After the awfully embarrassing encounter with Frank was over, I decided to go back to Facebook and talk to This Matt guy. He sounded nice enough and it wouldn't hurt to bond new friendships, right?


Me: okay, well, what do you want to know about me?

Matt: Who are you? Why are you here?

Me: I'm Midnight Sky Summers. (I know about my name, it's weird.) And do you mean why did I move to America?

Matt: I actually love you name and yeah.

Me: Don't tell anyone, but besides moving here to have good school and opportunities, we moved here because of the kids at my sister and my school. They were horrible.

After I had hit send, I wondered to myself why I was telling an almost stranger everything when I haven't even told my boyfriend. I guess it was nice to talk to someone that I couldn't see and if they judged me I would have to directly see it on their face.

Matt: I'm sorry to here that, and you don't need to worry about me telling anyone. I couldn't if I wanted to.

As I got this message I felt the already cold room get a little colder. I felt the cold breath of someone run on my neck, sending what seemed to be endless shivers down my spine.

I swung around to see nothing, but felt as if someone was watching me.

"Hello?" I called out into the shear nothingness as I got up from my previous position on the bed and walked around my room. Depending in where I was in my room it felt as if the temperature would change, but the feeling of someone's eyes on me stayed.

I went back to my laptop and saw Matt was still online. I took the opportunity to ask what he meant by he couldn't tell anyone. Did he mean he had no one to tell, or was he physically unable or something?

Me: what do you mean you can't?

I waited for his answer for what seemed to be hours, but in reality was only a few minutes. It must have seemed longer because I felt the constant rate of eyes on my back.

Matt: I'm dead.

Me: Oh, haha. Your so funny. If you don't want to tell me you don't have to, but no need for sarcasm.

Matt: I'm not being sarcastic. I'm ghosted, dusted, dead.

Me: oh sure.

In allseriousness I really was worried. My nerves were probably just getting to Me. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead.

Matt: it's okay if you don't want to believe I'm a ghost.

I didn't want to at first either.

And with that my computer logged itself off and when I turned it back on, he was offline.

That conversation was officially the weirdest thing ever.

I mean, it was a really bad lie. He couldn't have been a ghost typing on someone else's computer. I'm not saying I don't believe in ghosts, but he was just some kid sitting at home, thinking he was so cool trying to trick me into thinking he was a ghost.

I heard a knock at the door and normally I wouldn't care, but with the weird feeling of eyes watching my every move disappearing, I kinda felt relieved and happy. So I left my room and stood at the top of the stairs to see who was at the door.

My heart almost stopped at the sight of the boy at the door.

He had medium length, black hair with red in the bangs that tried to cover his face. He had three nose piercings, one on each nostril and a septum piercing. He had a cute smile and was quietly waiting at the door for a welcome in. His beanie had traces of snow, along with his black sweater.

That at part that freaked me out most was that I recognized him as Matt. The person who I just talked to on the computer that claimed he was dead was standing on my door step.

"Hello, can I ask what you need?" Mama asked Matt.

"I'm here to see-" he started before I interrupted him because I knew if he continued to ask for me my dad would surely send him off.

"Matt? Mama, I asked him to come, let him in." I said.

"Okay?" She said, allowing him in. He took a glance around and let out a sigh before slowly climbing his way up the stairs towards me.

"Hey Midnight." He said holding out his hand for me to shake.

"Um, hi?" I said as I took his hand and invited him into my room.

"Sorry to come so sudden." He said as he took a seat on my chair from my desk as I sat on my bed.

"Sorry to sound rude, but how the fuck did you know where I live?!" I asked a little worried on my Safety because if this 19 year old could easily track me down from Facebook I had something to worry about.

"Oh that's easy, I was killed here and stayed here because I had no where else to go. I thought you'd appreciate it more if I didn't just appear in your bedroom." He said with a confident smile as I sat with my jaw hanging open.

Notes

So yeah, I took a weird turn, hopefully for the best.

Thanks for reading.

~Anonymois