It was the night. She couldn’t keep living like this anymore. Jumping at her own shadow, fearing the creaking of the old house and the fact that. . . Luke Dune had been thrown from her bedroom when things were getting uncomfortable for her. It was now Tuesday, and Jemma knew that her father had finally gone to bed and was well asleep. It had been hard for her to stay away for this long, but she felt that doing this in the middle of the night was better than doing this during the day. What was she doing up still at three in the morning? She was going to finally confront the ghost haunting her bedroom.

Jemma finally let her blue eyes flutter open to stare at the darkness of her room. The green light of the time glare back at her from across the room where it sat on her dresser. Jemma still didn’t dare move. She was scared. She had always liked horror movies, even the ones that were way pass her age rating but watch anyways. But this. . . was totally different. This was real and that terrified her. She closed her eyes again hoping that something would jump out and scare her, or something wouldn’t reach under the covers and drag her off to her death. She shifted under the covers a little as she started to pump herself back up.

You can do this! We just have to walk over to the bedroom door, close it, turn on the light and pray to go nothing evil is haunting this room. What if it tries to kill me! No, you can’t keep living in fear and not going in your own bedroom anymore just like the cat. God I miss having him sleep with me. Stay on task Jemma! She talked to herself inside her own head before peeking one eye open before the other one, her eyes still well adjusted to the darkness of the room. She was really starting to wish she didn’t have school tomorrow. Maybe she could convince her dad to let her stay home, that would be highly unlikely. Rolling over in her bed she started to look around the other side of her room. Making sure everything was clear of evil ghosts.

She knew this wasn’t all in her mind anymore, she really had started to think she was crazy, losing it. She was just glad her father didn’t notice how out of sorts she had been lately. After all he was having a much harder time then she was over her mother’s death. It was after all why they moved to this two bedroom, two story house. Sitting up quickly she looked around the room with wide and fearful eyes. Her hands gripped the covers of her bed, ready to hide under the covers as if they would protect her from the ghost. Taking in a shaky breath she threw the covers off darted across the room on her tip toes trying not to wake her father and closed her door before flickering on the light. She pressed her back to the door and glanced around the room before quickly darting back to the safety of her covers.

She sat in her bed, her hands gripping the covers again with wide eyes as she looked around. Her heart was racing, and she could feel her breath becoming uneven from the pure fear she was feeling. She swallowed the spit in her mouth her eyes still darting around. “Come out. I-I-I know you’re here!” She said just loud enough for some invisible thing in her room to hear her but not her father who was down the hallway. “I’ve had enough! Come out!” She said being brave for that moment and hoping that she live after the monster that has been spooking her for not just days but a year and a half to come out. After all how could you explain, things moving around your room when you knew you put things in a certain spot, the randomly cold places that came and went randomly, and lastly why her cat would no longer come in her room. If it hadn’t been for what happened Saturday night when her father was out with some friends from the last town they lived in, she would have never thought there really was a ghost haunting her room.

Victor floated through the pitch black air, the wispy smoke trailing behind him as he slowly ran his cold, untouchable fingers over the household's items, slightly misplacing them. He was picky over which ones he would touch and which ones would stay put, for after all, he had to save a bit of the fun for later. Through his experience inhabiting this house, Victor knew that the girl who lived here, apparently called Jemma, was terrified. None of her family seemed to notice, but he did. After all, he was the one causing her terrible paranoia. Just last Sunday, Victor managed to scare her and a bunch of her friends half to death. As much as he loved making them feel afraid, he did feel a slight twang of regret. After all, they didn't do anything to him, except take over his old house. In his heart, however, that was one of the worst things one could do to a spirit. Obviously, he couldn't just have a conversation with the family, he'd have to scare them out, much like he did to the previous owners.

Victor finally reached the girl's bedroom. He knew that this was where the most emotional damage would be caused if he would lurk there. The girl was very afraid, and so was her cat. Ever since the animal didn't go in, the girl was starting to get very suspicious and nervous about what was going on. Victor had done various things, such as move her items, mess with the electricity, and even change the temperature in the room randomly. He would even change the atmosphere in the room to make the inhabitant feel unnerved or even paranoid. Victor slipped through the walls, and into the corner of the room. He was invisible now, but he could change visible whenever he wanted. He almost never did this, though, unless it was the only logical thing to do.

When Victor saw the girl sit up in bed, he rolled his eyes. Great, now I have to wait until she sleeps again. he thought to himself, and sighed. A small breeze of cool air drifted through the room. Victor figured it wouldn't be for a while, so he sat down in the corner, and crossed his legs. It wasn't long until he was bothered once more. The girl, Jemma, started yelling.

"Come out!"

She yelled, and then Victor stood up. His eyes narrowed and his head tilted when she started rambling on about how she 'knew he was there'. He made it very clear that he was, in fact, here, but Victor knew that humans were always such skeptic people. He ensured that nobody knew for certain, but the way the girl said it, he sensed that she knew for a fact that Victor was a ghost haunting the house. Victor slowly walked into the middle of the room, causing the temperature to drop. The cat, unable to be seen at the moment, would probably be quite terrified if it could see what was happening in the room.

Victor thought for a second. Should he show himself? The girl seemed very determined to find him, so he might as well. Shrugging, Victor walked closer to the bed. The girl's eyes were darting around the room, and he had to stop himself from chuckling. She really did have no idea where he was. Realizing he had nothing to loose, and nobody would believe her if she said she actually did see a ghost, Victor decided to make himself visible.

White wisps of mist seemed to accumulate until they formed the shape of a man. With a small flash of light, Victor appeared, in his ghostly glory. His hands were in his pockets, and he had a smug grin on his face. "Not exactly a demon, huh?" he said casually, and raised an eyebrow at the girl's scared face. "The name's Victor. I believe you're looking for... a ghost?" Oh yes, he would certainly have fun indeed. Talking to and spooking this girl would be a blast.

The room had a chill to it. Goosebumps covered her skin. She tried to tell herself that it was just the fact she left the warmth of her covers but at the same time there was the idea of it being the ghost in the room. The idea made her shiver a little with fear before she called out for the thing haunting her room. Her blue eyes darted back and forth just looking for anything. If this was anything like a horror movie the red lipstick she had on the dresser would be picked up and writing would started to be scribbled across it. It was that or things in her room would start to fly to and fro breaking and crashing about her room. Yet nothing happened. She bite her lip a little scared she was really starting to lose her mind when it happened.

Off to her side, a simmering white mist started to form in the light of her bedroom. Jemma’s body tensed her eyes going wide as she watched the mist slowly started to form the shape of a man before a bright flash of light ran through the room. Her hands came up to cover her eyes before she slowly peeked around her hands to see him. A man pale and ghostly, dark hair and dark eyes, dressed like anyone else his closes only slightly dated. He looked older than her, but not by much. At first all she could do was stare at the stranger in her room, blinking as if she was frozen, her mind was blank of thought. It was as if it turned off to not let her understand what she was really seeing. It was only when words left his lips that the guard around her mind shattered into tiny pieces and reality came hitting her like a brick wall.

She screamed.

Her body jumped and flew in the opposite direction of the ghost in the room, she fell off the bed and knocked over her nightstand, a few things clacking to the floor one glass figure that rested in the corner shattered on impact. As she landed on the floor on her back, her head hitting the floor softly she groaned her hand coming up to hold her head, pieces of glass cutting into the parts of her skin that were exposed. She had never thought she would react like that, she had gotten herself so ready for the reality. Maybe her depth of her mind had really hoped she was just going crazy. For if there were ghosts what else could possibly be out there?

As she rolled over from laying on her back, in the other room her father could be heard getting up. “Jemma!” He yelled before his feet banged along the floor and whipping the door open to find her laying on the floor. He rushed over and looked at his daughter. “What happened!” He asked in panic as he sat her up. Jemma looked up pass her father to the spot the ghost had been before glancing to her father.

“Bad dream.” She whispered, it wasn’t far off. Jemma had pretty bad dreams even before her mother’s death and after they only got worst. This wasn’t the first time she had fallen from the bed in a panic. A worried look came over her father’s face.

“Maybe we should get you someone to talk to Jem, this can’t keep happening.” Her father said softy.

“No-no, I’m fine, I’ll be fine. She said before glancing at herself were a few pieces of glass had cut her skin leaving faint lines of her blood on her arms and hands, only a few pieces sticking into the skin still. “Sorry.” She mumbled softly to her father making her father sigh softly.

“I’ll go get the first aid kit and the broom.” He said before helping Jemma to sit on the side of the bed, before leaving the room. Once he was gone Jemma glanced up for the ghost.

“Please don’t leave yet. I-I still want to talk. . . I didn’t think. . . I’d react like that.” She said softly because she didn’t want her father to hear.

“Damnit Queenie!” He cursed in the hallway as an angry meow ripped through the air before the bathroom light flickered on her father rustling through to find the first aid kit. Jemma couldn’t help but look at her hands. She really fucked this up.

Victor kept a wide cocky grin on his face as he watched Jemma react. At first, she seemed shocked, but to his surprise, she didn't scream. At least, not yet she didn't. Jemma seemed to be taking it in. Victor pondered as to which part of the whole scenario she was confused by the most. Was it the fact that an actual ghost came when she asked? Or perhaps it was his appearance? He did, after all, look like a regular guy, with the exception of a few ghostly glows here and there. Victor opened his mouth, as if to speak, but was interrupted. Jemma, the girl, started screaming loudly. Victor's eyebrows frowned in confusion. Even he was surprised at this sudden outburst. He thought she would just stutter and not be able to say anything, but even after staring at him for what seemed like forever, the girl began to scream.

Victor backed up, and put his hands against the wall. Would the dad come? His question was soon answered after he heard loud clunks of footsteps. Immediately, Victor went invisible, and pressed himself against the corner of the room. His eyes widened as her dad ran to her and picked her up. They had a conversation, and then the dad went to the bathroom to get some medical supplies. Medical supplies? Victor looked closer, and saw that Jemma was cut really badly. His eyes widened and he quickly floated over, and stood in front of her, now visible.. If there's one thing a ghost was never to do, it was to hurt someone. Only evil spirits and demons did that, not ghosts. Ghosts are generally very peaceful, and they don't like getting people into danger or harming them, contrary to popular belief.

"I'm sorry..." Victor said to the girl, and instinctively reached his hand out to touch the wound, but stopped. It wouldn't even make a difference; he was a ghost. As a matter of fact, it would probably make it feel worse, since the air around him was like ice. Victor slowly backed away as he heard her dad stumble over the cat. Victor sighed deeply, and placed a hand to his forehead. He turned away from the girl, and began to slowly pace back and forth.

It's not your fault, Victor. It's not your fault. he thought to himself angrily. She shouldn't have reacted like that! After all, you weren't the one to push her on the glass, right? Victor tried his best to validate what he believed, but at the end, he just looked and the ground and shook his head. His eyes drifted up to her, and he didn't know how to feel. Anger, regret, and confusion whirled around in his head. He paused for a second, and was about to speak when her dad threw open the door. Within seconds, Victor was invisible. He retreated back into the corner and watched what they would do. Hopefully the problem would solve itself.

"I'm sorry..." came that ghost’s voice again. She jumped a little as she heard it as she was still looking down at her hands slightly lost on how it happened that way. Glancing up at him quickly her eyes wide but the fear gone, she was just glad he was still there. She was afraid that scream and freak out she had would have scared him away. Shaking her head quickly she reach out for his arm to pull on the sleeve of his shirt but her hand slipped through, the cold of his body like ice. Her eyes went wide and she quickly pulled her hand back holding it to her chest. “Ah-ah-it’s not your fault.” She said trying not to freak out at what happened as she was still staring at the place where her hand had gone through. After a moment of staring at it she let her eyes fall close she took in a deep breathe and let it out just as slowly. Once the breath was out she let her blue eyes flutter open. “Sorry.” She said softly before peeking up at him. “I think the fact that you’re there and real is still setting in. I feel kinda crazy at the moment. But I guess by this point you’re not evil. . . maybe the way people make ghosts appear is wrong.” She said rambling a little before realizing it. She glanced down at her hands seeing another piece of glass in her hand and reach with her other and grabbed it wincing a little before pulling it out and throwing it towards the other pieces of glass.

It was then that her father had walked back into the room. She hadn’t even heard him head up the stairs with the broom and heading back to her room. She glanced quickly to her father who was glancing at the floor looking for pieces of glass as he walked towards the bed. Jemma took that moment to glance back toward the ghost wondering if she could only see the ghost or if he would hide again to try and not be found out by more than one person that night. “I think I’mma get the glass off the floor before I clean you up and see if I need to bring you to the hospital or not.” He said softly placing the kit on the bed and started to sweep having only peeked up at Jemma who was staring into the room. “Are you feeling okay dear? Maybe we should just go to the hospital. Did you hit your head?” He said worry in his voice as he carefully stepped in front of her to look at her. Jemma shook her head.

“Just sleepy, I think the adrenalin of the dream is gone.” She lied before smiling a little at her father. “You can just sweep up first I’ll be fine. It just stings a little.” She said before finally glancing towards her hands.