Ghost of the Night
By Vanessa Belle
Copywrite 2011 Vanessa Belle
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Chapter I
A family finally moved into my home after five long years. All that time the house was for sale, but not a single soul would buy it. You can’t blame anyone for not wanting it, though. I mean, seriously, no one in their right mind would want to live in a house that doubles as a crime scene… But this new family didn’t care for the house’s history, which was now a mere urban legend. The legend about how my father went on a drug-induced rage, killing my mom, brother, sister and I, before he himself disappeared.
I watched the four figures as they unloaded their car of belongings. Luckily the sun had already sunk below the horizon, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to observe them. I knew they’d been to my home when it had still been light out, because the once empty rooms were now occupied by bits and pieces of furniture. But because night was my time to rule the house, I hadn’t seen them until now.
I examined the family closer: there was a mom, dad, and two sons. One son looked to be my age – seventeen – and the other maybe ten or eleven. The whole family had chocolate brown hair and tan skin. The eldest son looked most like his mom – beautiful, and with unusually bright blue eyes. The dad, along with the other son, was plainer in appearance, and had dark brown eyes. The young boy wore glasses.
I was glad for my excellent vision. Only being able to come out at night was utterly boring. It helped that I could see details in the dark that humans couldn’t; it made my existence slightly more interesting. But because I couldn’t leave the house, seeing the same views from the same windows for five years straight was maddening, take my word for it.
But now I had this new family to entertain me. Perhaps I can haunt them, like the ghosts in movies and on TV…? Or maybe I can just watch them from a distance. After all, I’d be bored again if I scared them away…
The family had made their way into the house whilst I was lost in my thoughts, and the sound of footsteps approaching my room startled me. Imagine that, a ghost being startled! I quickly faded until I was invisible, and watched the older son enter the room.
He had a backpack on his broad shoulders, and a large cardboard box cradled in his arms. I knew the box was heavy, because I could see how large his muscles were as they strained to hold the load. With a thump, the guy placed the box on the floor, then swung his backpack down next to it. Up close, he was much more attractive then I’d initially thought. His beauty took my breath away… or it would’ve, if I’d had any.
“Cameron,” called his mom from down the hall. “Can you please come here and help me?”
“Sure mom,” he replied, and headed out of the room.
I may have been in an ethereal form at that moment, but I could still lean against the wall if I wanted to, so I did exactly that. Cameron, Cameron, Cameron, I mused. I liked that name. And I also liked the way his muscles tensed against his shirt. He plays sport, I concluded. And he was probably popular at his old school.
Returning to his new room with another box, Cameron put it down next to the other then turned to his backpack. He pulled out a pair of pajama pants and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
I decided to check out the rest of the family. First I went to the young boys room, and was a little surprised. The boy looked nerdy with his glasses, but it seemed he was really into basketball. A few trophies baring the name Damien Greene lined a shelf, and there were already posters of the Celtics basketball team decorating the walls. I decided I liked Damien – he may have looked like a dork, but he had proven not to be one.
I made my way to the master bedroom next, but quickly turned around. Mr and Mrs Greene were undressing, which was something I did not want to see! I may have been a ghost, possibly considered spooky to some, but I was still a seventeen-year-old girl!
I went back to Cameron’s room, which had been mine when I was alive. It was also the place I was killed, so I had this odd, unexplainable connection to it. Cameron finished his shower and came back to the room, shirtless. I stared, and stared, at his bare chest. Chiseled abs, muscly arms that weren’t too bulky, and an even tan… At that moment, I was glad to be invisible. I could stare all I wanted without getting caught!
Cameron didn’t bother unpacking anything that night, except a book. I was almost shocked that a teenage boy like him was actually reading! Along with Damien, I definitely liked Cameron. You could even say I was a little fond of him…
An hour later, at nine o’clock, my eye candy went to bed. It was an early time to go to sleep, but he must’ve had an exhaustive day. So I watched Cameron as he slept. It wasn’t long before I could see his eyelids twitching – REM sleep. He was dreaming. I became solid and walked over to where he lay in bed, the floorboards cold beneath my feet, and I caressed his cheek as softly as I could. I saw Cameron shiver, and a low moan escaped his lips. His moan sounded like he was scared.
Cameron was restless for the rest of the night. He tossed and turned non-stop. I felt bad; it was probably due to me touching him. And that was the first time I’d touched a living person in five years. I was full of glee, yet I also felt the dread of knowing it was I who gave him nightmares.
When the sun began to rise, I felt my body begin to fade. It didn’t take long for me to be entirely gone.
I hoped that my mom, brother and sister liked the Greene family. And I hoped they wouldn’t haunt them during the day. That was the only time they could come out, after all.
Chapter II
I watched the Greene family every night before they went to bed, and then I watched Cameron alone as he slept. The boy was so captivating, no matter if he was awake or not. It was the summer holidays, so he wore nothing but his pajama pants to bed. Sometimes, on especially hot nights, he only wore boxers. After the second night I had noticed a stud sparkling in Cameron’s earlobe, and every night since, I’d watch it glint in the moonlight, which streamed through the always-opened curtains. His skin was paler in the moonlight, almost white. Unlike my skin, which although pale, was still slightly pink as it had been with life.
Actually, when I was in my solid form, I looked just as I did the night I died. I was wearing a short black dress, made of some kind of stretchy material that was tight to my skin. Over the dress was a loose tank top in leopard print. Lastly, I wore a pair of tan and red Vans, which had always been my favorite pair of shoes. Such an ordinary outfit… If I’d died wearing something more appropriate for a ghost, it would’ve been a long white nightgown. My hair was short and a very light blonde, and with my pale skin, a white dress would’ve made me look quite spooky indeed.
Cameron stirred in his sleep, and my attention snapped back to him. It was the fifth night since the Greene’s had arrived, and several times I had contemplated whether I should let my presence be known or not. I hadn’t touched Cameron since that first night, but he looked to be having another nightmare. I wanted to get rid of his bad dream, and calm him down. It was decided – I would wake him up.
I made myself solid, and walked to the bed. I hesitated a moment. What if he freaks out? I pushed away the pessimistic thought before I changed my mind. I need him to know about me. I took a useless breath and shook Cameron’s bare shoulder.
“Don’t hurt me!” He cried out unintelligibly. His eyes had flown open and I dropped my hand. It took Cameron a while before he saw me, and he sat up quickly once he did. I could see the suspicion in his eyes as they narrowed. “Who are you, and how did you get in here?”
How was I going to explain it to him? ‘Hi, I’m the ghost who haunts this house at night. I died in this room five years ago’, was not a very good conversation starter.
“I’m Krystal… Krystal Jackson.” I told him instead. Better to start with the basics before the bomb of weird information was dropped. “I, um, don’t really know how to explain this… Wait, I know, I’ll show you!”
And idea formed in my mind, and I acted. My body went from solid to transparent, then back again. The suspicion in Cameron’s eyes turned to shock, and a little fear.
“What are you?”
“A ghost… I know I don’t look like one, but I am.” Cameron urged me to explain more. “I… I died in this house five years ago. My father had been taking drugs, but refused to go to rehab. One Saturday morning he came home on a drug-trip that made him angry, and almost insane. He grabbed my brother and sister, who were seven and eight, and hung them side by side in the basement. When my mom got home from work that afternoon, he knocked her out and placed her in a bath full of water, which drowned her. And then there was me…”
Remembering that night was painful, so I usually tried not to think about it. I paused, the urge to cry in me even though no tears would ever come.
“Go on,” Cameron urged again, his tone gentle. It was time to say what happened out loud.
“I was staying over at a friend’s house for her birthday. My friend got sick during the night so her parents drove everyone home. When I got back at midnight, I could tell something was wrong. My dad met me inside, and I could tell he was high by how dilated his pupils were. But he seemed nice for once, and told me he had a present for me up in my room. We went up there, and once inside, he closed the door behind us. I was about to ask him what my present was when he pulled out a pocketknife and slit my throat. It took me a few minutes to die…”
I lifted my chin up and rubbed a finger along the angry red scar on my throat. Cameron took an intake of breathe, caught off guard. He blinked a few times, and took a few moments to calm himself down.
“We heard the story of this house before we moved in, the story of your family’s murder…” He told me nervously. “C-can I meet the other ghosts? I mean, the rest of your family?”
I shook my head sadly. “They were killed during the day, so they can only come out when it’s daytime. If they want you to see them, then they’ll show themselves to you like I did.”
“Oh, so you can only come out at night, because you were killed at night… Does it get boring?”
“More boring than you’d ever know. I’d do anything to be alive again…”
“Huh,” was all Cameron said in reply. But he wasn’t being rude, because I could see that he was lost in thought. And then it dawned on me – he wasn’t denying what I’d said, and actually seemed to believe it. I was trying to figure out why, when he said;
“Wow, this is a really weird dream.” And at that, Cameron fell back asleep.
Chapter III
I hadn’t bothered to wake Cameron back up. I felt so depressed… I’d expected him to be freaked out, but him thinking of what happened as a dream? It was a slap in the face. But I wouldn’t give up. It was the night after that, and I didn’t even plan for Cameron to sleep.
The whole Greene family was in the living room watching the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I worked up my ghostly magic so that when I walked into the room, only the oldest Greene boy would see me. It was a success. Cameron’s eyes widened in disbelief for a second, then narrowed as I sat in the empty space next to him. I met his steely gaze with a humorous look. He turned away to study his family, to see if they reacted to me.
I let out a laugh, something I hadn’t done since before my death. “They can’t hear or see me, only you.”
Cameron knew he couldn’t reply without his family thinking he was crazy. Instead, he softly inclined his head towards the stairs, then got up and made his way to them. I followed close behind, even though it would’ve been easier to float through the walls.
“Not dreaming now, are you?” I said once we were back in Cameron’s room, maybe a little bit too icily. I folded my arms across my chest.
He could see I was annoyed. “I’m sorry, but I really thought I was dreaming! It’s not every day that a pretty girl wakes you up in the middle of the night, and then tells you she’s a ghost.”
Any trace of annoyance I felt was instantly turned into astonishment. “You think I’m pretty?” I asked, slightly confused. “People always thought I was too plain to be pretty…”
“Plain? You’re not plain at all.” Cameron was actually blushing, and I could see it was effort for him to have told me all of that. I secretly wished he would literally die of embarrassment then and there, so I could have a ghost friend with me at night. Of course, it didn’t happen.
I reached out and gave him a reassuring touch to his arm. “Thank you,” I said. “You’re the first boy to have ever called me pretty.”
Cameron looked up to meet my eyes. “Are you serious? I’m the first?”
“Well, boys at school would call me ‘hot’, or even ‘smoky’, but they only did it in the hopes that I would make out with them. It never happened, but the idiots just never learned.”
A slow smile crept onto Cameron’s face. “You’ve got a bit of attitude… I like that.”
“Remember that you’re talking to a ghost.” I winked at him.
And so, I was flirting with a living boy, who just the night before thought I was a dream… There had to be something wrong with that. But instead of feeling wrong, something warm ignited inside me. It was pleasurable. And I realized it was because I’d finally made a friend. And yet, I wanted us to be more, even though I was a ghost. Now that had to have a law against it somewhere.
Cameron and I talked for a little longer. I learnt that he liked to be called ‘Cam’, and in turn I told him that I hate being called ‘Krys’. He seemed nervous around me at first, even with the flirting, but he relaxed the more we talked. We laughed together, and he even snuck a peck on my cheek as he went to bed.
I almost felt alive.
Chapter IV
Several more nights passed, and Cam spent them with me. He informed me that neither my mom nor siblings had made an appearance, though he was sure he’d heard faint laughter as he walked past the basement door. I listened intently, loving the sound of Cameron’s voice. It wasn’t too deep, but it was smooth and pleasant to my ears; ear candy. But the next thing he told me made my eyebrows furrow with concern.
“I’m a skateboarder, and so I found the skate park. I took my board with me to try it out, and there was a group of guys there. I thought it’d be cool to make some friends, so I went over to say hi. I’d barely said the word when they told me to leave, and not nicely either. Apparently I’m ‘unwanted scum’.”
“Please tell me that you’re kidding.” When Cam shook his head, I gave him a hug. “Don’t worry about those dickheads. You’ve got me, and I’m more badass than any of them.”
“You’ve got that right.” He hugged me back.
Is this wrong? I thought. I felt bad for Cam. He’d unwillingly left all his friends for a new town, and now he couldn’t find any new friends to go with it. And having a ghost as your only companion was unhealthy. But, then again, I was also quite glad. It promised that he would be with me every night. I had been alone for five years, so was it that selfish for me to want someone to myself? I decided that it wasn’t. You deserve some company after all that you’ve been through.
“I’m glad to have you Krystal.” Cam whispered softly, as we still hugged each other. “If you hadn’t of woken me up that first night– Wait, why did you wake me up?”
I pulled out of the hug a fraction, so I could see Cameron’s intrigued face better. “You were having a nightmare. I woke you up in the hopes that I could calm you down from it, as long as I didn’t freak you out though…”
“Thank you.” He leant forward and pressed his lips softly against mine for a moment, then pulled away and smiled.
Without a word he went and had a shower. Cam’s shirtless-sleeping tradition was still going, much to my pleasure. To be honest, I think he did it on purpose just for me. I wasn’t complaining. Only once he was in bed and sleeping did I put a finger to my lips, remembering the kiss. So light, so pleasant.
“You’re welcome Cam.”
Chapter V
The next night when I ‘woke up’, or whatever it was I did when the sun set, I found that the Greene family wasn’t home. I went over to a window and looked out to see their car missing from the driveway.
Great, I thought sarcastically, they’re probably at the cinema or something. I’m going to be so bored until they get back…
I didn’t know what to do until the family got home, so I decided to explore the house, or more specifically, the furniture. It was all very modern. The lounge was long and made of dark leather, with a matching arm chair. There was a glass coffee table in front of the lounge, and a large TV mounted to the wall by brackets. In the kitchen, all the appliances were silver, including the fridge. Not needing to eat, I didn’t bother checking what food they had in the fridge or pantry. I had already seen the bedrooms, which left three places – the bathroom, basement and attic. I was not planning on seeing the rooms in which my family had died, so that left one room.
The attic door had always been stuck shut, even when I was alive. But now I could float up there at will and see what the room held. It wasn’t that interesting. There was a decrepit couch and ragged blanket that sat in a corner, a small box of shabby makeup, and a smashed mirror that leant against one wall.
There was something different though: I could see bright pink smears on the mirror that hadn’t been there before. I tried to see what it was, but the cracks in the glass confused my mind. I crept closer, and could make out words that were created by one of the old pink lipsticks.
Krystal,
I know about the boy. Stop.
–Mom
Wow. Just wow. Even dead, my mother still seemed to get angry at me. How did she know about Cameron? I had to ask him and see if he knew. And what did she mean by ‘stop’? Stop watching him, stop talking to him, or… stop kissing him? No, she couldn’t know about that last part. It happened at night, and she can only come out during day.
And then I was angry. I was angry for her trying to control me even when we were dead. Only I could come out at night, and I would do whatever the bloody hell I wanted during that time! I used the stingy blanket to clear away mom’s message, then grabbed the pink lipstick and scrawled my own message on the shattered mirror.
Mom,
I really like the boy. And I’m dead, so I’ll do what I want.
–Krystal
I felt satisfied. Mom had always controlled me during life. She monitored what I wore, where I went, and even which friends I could hang out with. So many times I had wanted to stand against her, but I was afraid; she would sometimes ground me for weeks at a time. So it felt good to finally speak for myself, and do what made me happy… even if I had to be dead to do it. But don’t get me wrong, I loved, and still love my mom. She just got on my nerves a lot of the time!
I floated back down to Cameron’s room when the Greene’s arrived home. I sat on the bed and pulled out a skating magazine, looking at all the pictures but not reading the words. When Cam got to his room and saw me, he gave me this adorable crooked smile.
“I was just out to dinner with the family, sorry if you missed me too much.” He chuckled and winked, then sat on the bed beside me.
I gave him a playful shove. “Actually, I think it was you that missed me.” I paused, then steered the conversation to a serious topic. “While you were gone, I explored the house a little. When I got to the attic, I saw something interesting…” I then explained the message my mom had left him. “Did you see or hear anything from her today? And do you have any idea about how she knows we’ve made contact?”
“We were out all day, so there wasn’t really a time for us to see or hear anything…” Cam thought hard for a moment or two. “But I think I know the answer to your other question. Today when my dad was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, I asked him about your family’s murder. You know, to see if he knew about it. Anyway, he did know, and said that you were killed in my room, and I even think you mentioned that before. At that, he left. Because I was alone, I whispered to myself, ‘Krystal was killed in my room’, as a way of confirming what I was told… Your mom was probably in the bathroom and heard me.”
“Has my name been mentioned at all during daylight hours?”
“No.”
“Then that’s how mom knows we’ve talked – you wouldn’t know my name unless I told you myself, and you must’ve sounded as if you knew me.” I could see the worry on Cam’s face, so I smiled at him. “Don’t worry, mom can’t do anything to stop us.”
Cameron grinned back, and I saw something mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “Stop us from doing what, exactly?”
I shrugged my shoulders right before I felt myself being pinned to the bed. I looked up at Cam, who hovered over me with an almost sad smile on his face.
“I wish you could go out during the day… Wait, no, what I really wish is that you could leave this house. But you can’t, can you?”
I shook my head sadly. “Why do you wish that?”
“Because I want to take you out on dates…”
I didn’t let out an emotional gasp, or swoon like the girls in movies would. Instead, I slowly reached up a hand and placed it on the side of his gorgeous face. I stared at it intently, drinking in every detail. His face was round, with a strong jawline. His nose was straight, cheekbones high. And his sky blue eyes were lined with long, dark lashes that I would die (again) for.
“So beautiful…’ I whispered.
And with that, Cameron’s lips came crushing down on mine. I had kissed two boys when I was alive, but they were sloppy, nothing like this. Cam’s lips moved against mine rhythmically, slowly getting harder and faster. I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss, and felt something deep in me like nothing before. It was like fireworks were going off, and a hot flame ignited in my chest. Everywhere Cam touched me was warm, and I realized that he was like a human bottle of sunshine. I wouldn’t miss going out in the day as long as I had him.
When we finally broke away, Cameron gasped for breath. I tried to suppress a giggle as we both sat up, but it broke through anyway. Cam grinned at me, and took hold of one of my hands. He wasn’t being cheesy though, it was more of a casual gesture.
“Krystal, I know I only met you a week ago, but there’s something about you…” Cam shook his head. “You’re not like any other girls I’ve met.”
“That’s because I’m a ghost.” I teased, though I was also serious.
Cameron smiled. “You are, but that’s not just it. Even if you were alive you’d be different, but in a good way. I can’t think of words to explain it, except that it makes you so appealing. And I find myself attracted to you, even though it’s almost unnatural. I mean, I’m alive and you’re not. Is it right for us to be together…?”
“I don’t care.” We kissed again, though only quickly. “Being together can just be our little secret…”
Chapter VI
Mom was haunting Cameron. The night after what had happened between us, I went back to the attic. Mom had written a reply to my note.
YOU WILL NOT BE TOGETHER!!!
And every night, Cam would tell me of what she’d been doing. The first day, she’d left sopping wet footsteps down the hall and on the walls. The next morning, he’d had a hot shower. When he got out, the word ‘leave’ had been written on the steamy mirror. It got worse… The day after had been spent with his family. When they got home, the bath was full of reeking water. Cameron had the duty of emptying it, and as he pulled the plug, he heard a low and terrified moaning coming from right next to him. There were odd cold spots in certain rooms, even though the sun warmed the house. And there were sometimes wet handprints on the furniture.
“But Krystal, the worst part is that I’m the only one who can see or hear it.” Cam explained to me after a whole week of the haunting. “I told my parents what I saw, but they thought I was hallucinating. They asked if I had been taking drugs! I don’t know why she’s doing this… maybe it’s because she’s bored?”
“That’s not it…” I said, feeling detached from the world. I tried to find the love I had for my mom, but it had vanished. “She left a note saying we couldn’t be together, and now she’s acting on it. I think my mom thinks what we have is immoral or something…”
“Well, how can we stop her from haunting me?”
I thought hard. “The best you can do is wake up and leave the house early, and not come back until sunset. It doesn’t matter where you go. That way she can’t haunt you, and if she left any surprises, I’ll be there.” I kissed his cheek.
“It’s a good idea,” Cameron said. “But I can’t just leave the house every day, and only come back at night. My parents probably will think I’m doing drugs or something!”
“Can you just do it in the meantime?” I asked. “Until I can find a way to calm mom down. She’s upset for some reason, and I have to figure out why.”
“Ok.” Cameron smiled and kissed me. We began a make out session just as passionate as all the others. I really couldn’t think of an existence without Cam.
Chapter VII
It was only two days later when Cameron snapped. He’d stayed away from the house like I told him, and I would already be there when he got home. But on the second night, as soon as I appeared, I examined the house for signs of my mom’s hauntings. It was easy enough to find.
She’d filled the bath up… with blood. I actually felt sick, and wanted to retch. But of course, that was all wishful thinking. I escaped the damned room and floated up into the attic, finding the message on the mirror I knew would be there. What I wasn’t expecting was what it said.
The man I loved killed me. If I can’t have love, than neither can you!
I had just reread the message a third time when a scream came from the bathroom. I quickly floated down to Cameron’s room as he barged through the door and slammed it shut. His hands were bawled into fists, and he was sobbing hysterically, his face red. I reached out a hand, but he turned away.
“You have to do something about that wretched mother of yours!” He almost screamed at me. It was a good thing he was the only Greene home. “She’s driving me mad! I’m about to leave this house, but not before burning it to the ground!”
I kept my composure under control. “I think I know what to do. But you’ll have to calm down first, ok?”
Cam relaxed his fists and nodded.
“Good. Now, I need you to get on the internet.”
“Sure.” He went over to the laptop that sat on his desk and logged on. “What do you want me to search?”
“Go onto the news section and look up the name ‘Barry Jackson’.” I paused. “He was my father…”
Cameron said nothing, but put the name into the search bar and clicked enter. I watched over his shoulder as he scrolled down through all the news articles. And then one caught my eye – it had my dad’s photo.
“That one,” I said, pointing to where it was on the screen. Cam clicked into it and we waited for it to load. When I saw the photo again, that time larger, it was definitely my dad. The headline read ‘The Family Murderer: Death by Drugs’. I took a pointless intake of breath. That was exactly what I needed to find. “Do you have a printer connected to this?”
Cam nodded. “Yeah, but why do you want this printed off?”
“Because mom hates dad… She loved him, but he loved drugs. When he killed us, our souls became detached from our bodies. So we can either be solid or ethereal at will. We can only haunt you when we’re solid though, but we can still become invisible and float, just not move through walls. And there is something within us that isn’t resolved. When that issue is fixed, we either become permanently solid, or permanently ethereal. Please know that I’m guessing here, but I think that mom’s issue is that she wants revenge on dad for killing her… basically, she wants him dead. If we print this off and leave it for her to see tomorrow, then she’ll know he’s dead and be at peace. She’ll become ethereal, as she has no physical ties to anything living, and won’t be able to haunt you anymore.”
“Wow, that’s quite a theory…” Cam managed to reply. He didn’t look confused, which was a good sign. But then he looked up at me curiously. “What do you think your issue is?”
I almost laughed at his question. “I have no idea, but I think you’re my solution. When we can finally be together, I’ll become solid forever. I might be able to come out during the day, and I might be able to go outside the house. But who knows?”
Cameron smiled and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Then he pressed print and we went to his dad’s office together, where the printer was. The page came out, and I stared at it. The article explained how my dad had gone missing after killing my family. He was only found after his death, and on the other side of the country. An autopsy revealed that he overdosed on acid, and most likely went into a trip that he’d never have come out of. His brain had basically fried.
I smiled at Cameron, then leaned my head against his chest. I could finally get some peace.
Chapter VIII
Mom was gone, which meant the plan had worked. And it also seemed that my theory was right, for two reasons. First, mom hadn’t haunted the house since we had put the news article in the bathroom, which is where she spent most of her spooky time. And second, I was solid.
Even better, I could go out during the day like I also guessed, but I couldn’t go past the fence that surrounded the house. But it was good, because during the day I posed as Cameron’s girlfriend always coming to visit him, because my own home was boring. And at night… well, let me just say that my boyfriend and I acted like your usual couple – AKA, make out sessions.
And on one such night, we were, let me just say, passionate. But every so often, Cameron needed breaks for air, which I found amusing. He pulled away and took a breath.
“I love you Krystal.” He said, leaning down and kissing my neck seductively.
“I love you too Cameron.”
Cameron stopped the kisses and looked at me, serious. “And it’s because I love you so much that I have to tell you something… And I’m not supposed to.”
“What is it Cam?” I asked, stroking his beautiful face. “You can tell me anything.” He grabbed my hand and held it to his cheek, expression grave.
“I’m not human.”
The End
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