Sitting on top of my clean laundry on my bedroom chair was an honest to goodness ghost. A boy of about my own age, but in a transparent grey. My door banged open and Duncan stood there in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. “What the bloody hell are you screaming about?” He demanded, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “I thought you were being murdered!” “Ghost!” I whispered pointing at the chair. The boy in the chair sat up startled. “You can see me?” “Yes, I can see you!” I scrambled off the bed towards Duncan, “Go away!” Duncan looked at me like I was mad. “I guess you were having a nightmare? Don’t worry, I’m going!” “Not you.” I clung to Duncan. He looked extremely surprised. Normally I avoid being anywhere near him. “Can’t you see him?” I asked Duncan, digging my nails into his arm.
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