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Teenage Ghost
Josh woke up in his bed, laying on his back. When he sat up he almost jumped off the bed at the sight if the dark shadowy mass at the foot of his bed. He reached over for his phone and turned it on, pointing the screen towards the shadowy figure.
Vi glared intently at him. She looked as she could rip him apart piece by piece.
“How did you get in here?” Josh kept the light on her.
“Me?” Vi pointed a sharp black nail towards herself.
Suddenly she evaporated into a thick black smoke, and reformed over him. As she fell she grabbed his arms and pulled them down with the weight of her falling. When she landed, she was straddling him with his arms pinned down. She moved her face in close to him. “Why haven’t you texted me back?”
She moved away from him and looked around his room. “I can see you haven’t been doing anything else with your time. Your social calendar has been empty for weeks. No one has seen you or heard from you.”
“It hasn’t been weeks, Vi. It’s only been a couple of days. Stop being such a drama queen.” Josh was sure he was dreaming this.
Vi’s eyes narrowed in anger and she dug her nails deep into his wrists where she held them.
“OW! VI! STOP IT!” Josh yelled out loudly.
Loud heavy footsteps were heard pounding down the hallway towards them. Vi evaporated into black smoke, then the smoke vanished into the air. The door opened and Josh’s dad stood there with a baseball bat held over his head.
His father rushed in the room and glanced around in the darkness. The foolishness of the child to paint his room black, and replace white light with black, had never annoyed him as much as it did at this particular moment in time.
“I just had a bad dream, Dad.” Josh explained.
“It’s this room.” his dad motioned around with the bat. “All painted black like this, it’s giving you nightmares. You should probably change it back.. And another thing too about it. What if someone really had been in here. What if I really had needed to get at someone. They have the perfect cover in here, all dark as night. You can’t see a thing. You know, next time I ought to just let you fend for yourself in here. Beats me coming in here all dark, tripping on something and breaking my neck.” he complained outright.
“Yeah all right dad, I’m not changing my room.” Josh was tired of this conversation. Every night since he’d painted it, and now again. Was there never to be an end to it? It was his room after all wasn’t it. They didn’t have to go in there. He didn’t need protection.
“Well you need to get some light in here.” his dad huffed and walked out the door.
Josh did his best to try to ignore his dad, who left the door to his room wide open. He begrudgingly got out of bed and walked to the entrance. The hallway light streamed in front of him. As he reached for the doorknob he noticed the red and felt a cold chill down his back.
He pulled up his sleeve and looked at the four deep red marks Vi’s nails had left in his skin.
Suddenly his phone began to vibrate on the bed.
Josh closed the door and picked up his phone to read the text.
“Come C Me, B4 I C U again.”