Ghost Kisses by H.L. Dyer (comprehension books .TXT) 📕

sighs, shutting the glass pane downward. A sense of exhaustion waves across her as she makes her way to the bed lethargically, drifting off the instant her head touches the pillow.

Midnight flashes on her clock and Suddenly, Tammy feels the bed sink from a weight, causing her to stir and turn over to the left. A cool breeze wafts against her hair and face when suddenly a freezing sensation on her lips causes her to gasp and shoot up from her slumber. Panting, her eyes dart around. The weight disappeared but no one is seen, her room is in a normal state. Same darkness, with only the luminescence of the clock to cast shadow. Although, something seems out of place. Tammy looks over at her desk and her notebook was there once again. Swinging her legs over her bed, she gets up and looks at the page she had left off on. She closes it, clutching it to her chest. ‘What is going on?’

She seemed to think to herself. She puts the notebook back in the drawer and goes back to sleep. The time is twelve-twelve.

Chapter Three

Rain pattered on the window once more, awaking Tammy from her slumber. She stretches and walks to the door, pausing for as she walked something caught her eye. Her notebook was out again. Slowly, she approaches the desk, swallowing back the sickening feeling that instilled upon her. Closer inspection reveals that the notebook had been turned to an empty page. On it was writing that she did not recognize as her own. Upon reading what it enclosed, she began to feel faint and sat down, suffocating in dread and fear.
“I am sorry for scaring you. It’s just that it’s been years since a human has set foot here. Since my death, I haven’t been able to have contact with one. You wouldn't believe how lonely I’ve been...I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t believe what you are reading at this moment. Before you jump to conclusions, this is not a prank, this is not a hallucination or newbie syndrome. Sadly, this is real as is my being. My time is almost up, if you wish to contact me then whisper my name. Or you may dismiss this message and leave me without resignation, it’s up to you. If it be of your will, I really look forward to meeting you....Tammy.
-Michael”

Tammy’s heart runs cold as those three words stood out from the others...“Since my death.” A crash was heard, jumping Tammy from her trance. She looked down and the notebook slipped from her hands and landed on the floor, pages curled under the spine. Shaking, she swallows and from her lips she whispered “Michael.”

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew against Tammy’s legs and the notebook slowly started to rise, causing her to suddenly bolt up from her chair and to the side a little. A pencil from a cup was lifted up as the book was set down. Despite instinct screaming at her to run, she slowly approaches the table as a new page is turned and the pencil starts to write letters, then words. “It relieves me that you have chosen to hear me out after all.”

With a shaky voice, Tammy quietly croaks out “Who...are you? What....are you?” Once again the pencil moves. “I already said, my name is Michael. I was once fully known as Michael Leason, back when I was living. I am now a spirit that inhabits this house, never to leave...”

“Why can’t you leave? And can you please at least talk? You’re writing all of this in my story book.” Tammy snapped at the last sentence.

“I’m really sorry about your notebook...you have some good stories in here, but unfortunatley I can’t speak. This is the only way I’d be able to make contact with you. As for why I can’t leave....I can’t say at the moment. All I can say, though it pains me, is-...I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“But you said you wanted to talk.” Tammy insisted. “I know-....look we can talk later. Bye for now Tammy...”

and then the pencil is set down and the notebook shut, the sudden draft disperses and all is quiet. “Michael....Michael!” Tammy hissed, with no answer. She makes her way to the bed, the ends of her long sleeves balled up as she crosses her arms and plops on the bed with a sigh taking in what just happened. ‘Great....now I find out that our house is haunted. Fan-freaking-tastic! At least it’s a Saturday....’

She thinks sarcastically to herself in her head.
Head place against the cool glass of the rain-speckled window, Tammy waits for Michael to return. So many thoughts rush through her head as she tries to make sense of it all, was Michael the one watching her? And what happened last night, what was that? It wasn't until a light thunder rumbled that she realized her fingertips were against her lips as she remembered the ice-cold sensation. Suddenly, she heard her notebook flip open, she turns around. "Michael?" She whispers. "Yes, sorry about that."

Michael had written. Suddenly, Tammy blurted out, "Were you watching me?" Michael hesitated before writing. "I had to, I needed to know what you were like. As I had said before, it's been a long time since I've experienced human company."

A lump formed in Tammy's throat. "What were you going to write before?" Tammy demanded. "Even though it pains me to say this, but your mother and yourself need to move away from here. Leave, as fast as you can and don't come back."

"Are you serious? Mom's going through a lot right now and we just got here. We can't just up and leave!" Tammy scoffed. "Look, you don't understand. Both of you are in grave danger. If you stay here, you'll die!"

Chapter Four

Upon reading that final sentence, Tammy's heart quickened. "What are you talking about? Michael, you're starting to scare me." "You should be scared. I wasn't supposed to say anything, but the reason why I am stuck like this is because of my uncle. My parents had died in a fire and so my uncle took me in, however as days passed I noticed that he started changing. He would be more cold and distant. Then one night he comes into my room with a gun and he killed me. Realizing what he had done, he had then killed himself. However, as we continued to haunt the place, my uncle keeps saying how it wasn't enough, that he actually wanted to take more lives. That is why I have to stay here to guard anyone who dares to try to make a life here until they get the hint to move far away from here. That is also why I keep disappearing like that. My uncle has a funny way of being here. It's almost like he's in a limbo, just drifting through the halls carrying on as if he was still living. If I am gone for too long, he becomes suspicious. And if he finds out that you and your mom are staying here, he'll wake up and do everything he can to make sure that he will be able to possess over a body so he can commit more crimes."

Tammy let this sink in, but then says. "I'm sorry, but this sounds all too good to be true." "Trust me, Tammy, there's nothing good about it. You have no idea how much I wish you could stay here, but if you do, you and your mom will suffer."

Tammy then says, "Wait, all hope might not be lost. I've seen plenty of ghost hunter shows to know that in order for a ghost to be at peace, just ask them to leave you alone or walk into the light." "I wish it were that simple, Tammy. If you confront him, he's going to target you. And I can't go into the light until he does, and the only way he will is if he terrorizes more people. I do not want that to happen, so we are both stuck here until the end of time, don't you get that?"

Clearly Michael's upset from leaking all this out. Tammy decides to try to change the subject, but the first thing that comes to mind is the first thing she blurts out, "Can you show yourself?" The pencil doesn't write anything. "I mean, I'm more comfortable when I can put a face to whoever I'm talking to." She continues uneasily. "It's a huge risk, but last I checked, uncle was napping in the living room."

The pencil was placed down and suddenly an apparition becomes apparent, slowly fading into view. Facing towards her was a young man about nineteen with faded onyx-colored hair contrasting against the stone-grey of his skin. Eyes the same monochrome color as overcast skies look upon her with such loneliness and pain. He was wearing some ripped jeans and a faded olive-green shirt. His stubbled jaw didn't pick up in a smile, but remained set as he waits for her reaction. "You're....I don't know what to say." Tammy breathed. Michael turned and picked up the pencil once more. "Don't say anything, really. This was a mistake. You have seen me and now you'll be attached to me and won't want to leave."

"We weren't planning to leave anyway. Michael, whether you like it or not, we're staying here. Even if it means going through a big bad ghost,