Misguided Ghosts

Frank went to bed, I on the other hand was bored out of my mind.

Part of me wanted to get food, or look for what he has like coffee. But then again thats morning stuff. And i wouldn't want to wake his tired soul. Hope he doesn't wake up tonight.

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I get out a wooden chair from behind his door and place is in the middle of his room, making sure its faced towards him. Taking in all his features. From his head you see his hair swept back showing me his closed eyelids moving ever so often depending on the dream he's having, his beautiful pink lips open slightly telling me that he's completely out, his collared shirt showing because the blanket rides against his knees.

I want to just tuck him in and stare at him -in a non creepy way- I want to make him feel as safe as possible.

When i hear Frank's breathing quicken, i shoot my eyes back at his.

His eyes are open, wide and scared.

I stand up slowly walking over to him, trying not to show signs of threat.

Before i go to tuck him in properly but, Frank beats me to it. He hides underneath it. Shaking.

I look down. Anger and sadness mix inside my head. Why can't he just see me for who i really am? Okay, that sounded kinda vague. If he saw me for 'who i was' he'd see murder written all over me i bet.

To this day, everyone who knew me thinks im nothing but somebody who takes other people's lives. As if thats all i am. I cared before any of this, I got hurt by the people i loved and what? Now im just some guy who doesnt give a shit about anything? Whoever thinks that can go shove that information up their ass.



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I'm sat in the living room waiting for the sun to come up. Usually ghosts don't get tired but i am. I want to sleep. But i'll only sleep if im with Frank. That sounded weird but no not like that, Like i want to hold him and whisper nice things into his year until he falls asleep and make him feel loved. Thats all i ever wanted to be honest.

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I get up when the sun shines through the window, I stride to the kitchen to turn the kettle on. Its that time of the week where the crave for caffeine -especially coffee- is all too strong.

I sit and relax at the diner table, waiting for my delicious brew to be finished
And i wonder, what would Frank do if i myself came up to his door. Of course he doesnt know me but if i turned real enough for him to mistake me as a living person, I could talk to him. Talk to him about everything. I have to make him like me in order for anything to work.

Then the coffee machine beeped loudly. That's when i realized there is indeed another person in this house. I take in a deep breath hoping i didnt wake the kid. But obviously i was wrong as i immediately upon heard a loud thump and quick movements. I clench my fists around the counter. Found the ability to get a mug from one of Frank's cabinet -oh i completely guess where they were to so yay me- and set it down on the white counter top. Thinking twice before going to place it under the coffee that was pouring out into nothing.

At that instant though. Frank came out of fucking nowhere and like i shit you not jumped higher than his height. Frank literally jumped into nothing. Out of shock i guess the mug fell out of my hand. I squeezed my eyes shut as i heard the glass shatter on the ground. Fuck just wanted coffee.



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when i was comfortably seated in the livingroom, i made sure that if Frank sat in here to i wouldnt be too close to him and that i can still see him. Creepy eh?

I looked to the hallway and saw Frank's shaking hands at first then i focused on his face. It was mixing with scared and .. angry?

He ran outside and started screaming words i couldn't understand even if i tried. I thought he'd stay out there and bitch about who knows what but he cautiously came back inside and locked the door. I looked at his face again for any changes. Frank looks frustrated.

He comes to sit on the couch. When he does he glares out the window jittering.
God he probably doesnt know what to think, I'm ruining his life right now. But i'll
assure you, it'll all be worth it when we talk. Atleast i hope so.

Frank's eyes go wide and i squint mine. Did he just figure out something?
Hey wait where is he going?

I follow Frank from eight feet behind into the kitchen. Frank's reaching for a drawer and
I literally had to hold myself back from pulling him back. The younger guy stepped right into the broken mug on the floor. I grit my teeth. Frank falls back gripping his foot in pain. Dang, that's going to get so infected if he doesn't get that stitched up.

All that pain for a knife? Is he stupid? Okay i take that back, i probably would too.

Frank limps to his room but i dont follow. Poor baby.

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From the time being of Frank hiding in his room, i got scrap pieces of paper and a tiny paintbrush from my pocket -dont ask- along with me going to the kitchen to swipe the paintbrush in Frank's blood thats still wet on the ground. Why blood you ask? Come one what do you expect? All the notes I left after a victim killed were printed in their blood so it just turned in some sort of habit.

The first one i write

'Babe, Calm down'

I think its a pretty normal thing for me to say, thats of course if he doesnt take it the totally opposite way.

When i go to check on Frank i hesitate on the door. Forgetting im still some ghost.

The common sense doesnt pass through my mind as im already knocking on his bedroom door. I hear shuffling and a gasp. Oh no. I scared him.
Will he answer? I mean, im not expecting him too.

But I do slide the first note under the door. Then putting my ear against the wood to hear any signs of something. To my luck I do hear something. But not what i wanted, I hear Frank's muffled breathing which I know all too well from previous murders. He's either crying or about to cry.

I quickly get another slip of paper scribbling down the words

'dont cry okay'

I slide it under the door.

I listen closely again. I hear the creaks of springs which hints that he's on the bed for some reason. Then a slight sliding noise as well as an intense thump.

Did he just jump out the window??

I open the door coming face to face with my correct assumption of the window being opened.
Floating up to the window, seeing Frank scrambling to his feet and limping to his car. I feel secondhand embarrassment when he finds out he doesnt have the car keys.

My eyes focus on his face like a camera, Tears are rolling down his cheeks, his fists are smashing into the steering wheel. I push a hand through my hair. What have i done.

Its my time to try to fix this.

I push the window wider for my transparent body to go through it. Floating out and down the sidewalk. Finding a place to turn into my human state without anybody really noticing.

When i do though. I place my eye contacts in my black holes considering i forgot my sunglasses, walking up and down the sidewalk thats close to Frank's driveway.

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I take in a breath, exhaling. Walking up Frank's driveway. Looking in the car mirror, fixing my hair. Going up to the window finding the guy fast asleep with tear stained cheeks, wow he must really need sleep.

I knock on the glass earning a scream and i bite lip. Mouthing a 'are you okay'

Frank rolls down the window half way.

"Hi?"

Mm that voice.

"Again. Are you okay?" I ask

Frank nods slowly and opens the car door holding something behind his back -probably the knife-.

I pull off the dumb act as i ask why he was in his car with no keys to start it.

"I-uh, a stranger was in my house" Frank stammers

I try not to smile at his cuteness. Instead, I nod raising one of my eyebrows.

Frank looks almost taken back. Oh no what did i do.

"Im serious, go check" He points to his door.

I smile, walking up to his front door. Knowing its locked. But i'm sure Frank forgot and doesnt say anything as it magically opens. Demon's trick. I walk in them back out.

"Youre probably too paranoid kid" I half smile at him and all he does is walk backwards to his door looking at me suspiciously.

I take one step forward trying to find my words.

"Mind if i come in?"

Frank furrows his eyebrows.

I said the wrong thing didnt I?

"No way you're coming in my house. I dont even know you" Frank emphasizes the word 'you' as if he already knows what ive done. Slamming the door.

He's actually pretty smart. I totally thought he was oblivious and he'd let me in.

Even though i feel my non-beating heart crack.

I turn transparent. Flying up above the clouds.


..I think im going to leave him alone for a while

Notes

I wonder what Gerards going to do with all this time away from Frank.