THIS BECAME A FICLET OF SOME SORT SORRY
There is an entity in my house. It is a rather visible figment of a teenager with short hair. It moves about the house and disappears in the morning.
I’ve been seeing it since my mother passed away but never made an attempt to approach it. I haven’t spoken to anyone about the ghost due to my prior knowledge of what people thought of the supernatural.
But I feel that this entity is lonely. I know that it watches me. It accompanies me when I play my violin, when I play the piano, when I do my schoolwork and such. Always choosing to be my audience from an acceptable distance.
Was it odd? Yes. But I came to realization that I was no longer in my own solitude. By accepting the entity, I accepted a new friend.
I placed my violin down. And I stared at the ghost behind me. It seemed startled. Perhaps it never knew that I could ‘see’. I smiled at it.
From then on, this ghost followed me everywhere I went. It became a proper audience by watching me play from the front view and it sometimes helped me with my homework (especially History).
I do not know the purpose of this ghost but it had neither spoken nor touched me in any way. That is until—