Chapter 3
Stupid ghost-dude keeps staring and me, an occasional smirk twitching at his lips. He totally just wants to piss me off, he’s probably frustrated that I tried to kick him out. Well, I wonder why I’m frustrated.
I’ll admit, I’m also a tiiiny bit curious about this contract thing and how I summoned him or whatever, but still.
In one expert move I grab the towel from around my waist and chuck it at ghost dude - as I’d expected, he catches it rather than letting it go through him, covering his eyes for the split second I need to pull on some underwear and trousers.
When he eventually snatches the towel from his face - it looked like he was struggling with materialising his hands and things for a moment or something, I have no idea how this shit works but his hand kept going through the towel - I’m standing opposite him, smirking.
He just rolls his eyes, throwing the towel on my bed before poking my shoulder. I glare at him, swatting his hand away- still surprised that I even can swat a ghostly hand away, but whatever. “Huh, so I can touch you too, it’s not like you have to initiate it for me to materialise. And I think I do materialise, because I look more…solid, when we touch,” ghost-dude muses and I just huff, turning on my heel and finding a shirt of some sort to wear.
I have a cute baby blue button-up with short sleeves so I pop myself into that, of course tucking in my shirt to my jeans because I’m not a monster. Then plopping myself down at my dressing table, I pull off my silly shower cap, letting my (thankfully still dry) hair fall down over my back.
Sweeping it over my shoulder, I instantly begin brushing through it, before clicking my tongue at the reflection in my mirror. “Still watching me are you? Because that’s totally not creepy at all. I can’t believe I have a dead peeping-tom in my bedroom,” I say with a raised eyebrow.
That effectively pisses him off slightly, if the slight twitch of his eye means anything. “I’m not watching you, I was just surprised. Your hair is longer than I expected.”
I turn around in my seat, staring at him. “Cool story bro. Now can you please leave my house? I want to just sit down and watch a movie tonight without being haunted by a twat.”
Ghost-dude snorts before sitting down on the end of my bed, which does make me frustrated. If he was alive, I would call the cops on him just for refusing to leave my house. “Perfect, I haven’t watched a movie in ages. What’re we watching?”
Staring at the ceiling, I let out a groan which honestly sounds more dead than the dude sitting on my bed. “Can’t you just leave me alone?! Why are you still here?! I summoned you by accident, I was just trying to have a nice bath and suddenly the lady from earlier missing her son popped into my mind and et voila, now there’s a ghost in my house and oh fuck is she your mum?!”
He instantly stands up from my bed, striding over to me and grabbing my shoulder. “You talked to my mum? Is she ok? My family recently moved and I can’t find them anymore. She’s middle-aged, but her hair is still as bright orange as mine- or mine was I guess before I became a ghost- was it her? Did you see my mother?”
I pull back from him but the ghost dude’s grip is strong on my shoulder and getting as easily frustrated as I do, I shove him backwards to get him out of my face. Except because he was still touching my shoulder and therefore became solid or something, he manages to trip over the leg of my chair, pulling my seat right out from underneath me.
For a moment I think I’m about to fall on him, which, on one hand, great- I’d love to fall on an attractive guy’s chest any day, but on the other hand- this guy is the world’s most annoying person.
Unfortunately for me, I don’t get to land on the most annoying person ever who happens to have a nice chest, and instead I fall flat on my face as ghost-dude disappears through the floor.
Well, at least he finally left my room.
Pulling myself up off the floor with a groan, I rub my shoulder which I took most of my weight. And then the fucking ghost appears on my bed, looking rather startled.
Feeling thoroughly pissed off at this point, I stomp over to him and whack the back of his head. “Fuck off! Just leave me be! You’re like a fucking termite trying to bite at my ankles every fucking second! First you ruin my bath, then you waste my conditioner and now because of you I bonked my shoulder and it hurts! I wish I knew your goddamn name so I could write it on a piece of paper and put it in a shredder because at least THAT would be fucking cathartic!”
The ghost shoves me out of his face and I growl slightly in annoyance as he walks over to my dresser and picks up a pencil, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. “There you go, happy now?! I just want to watch a film because being dead is boring as shit ok! I just want to find something interesting to do!”
Snatching the piece of paper from him, I snort. “Wow, Cash huh? I finally found someone with a weirder name than Wrigley.”
Cash glances up at me before horror dawns on his face and we both simultaneously clutch at our hearts before collapsing on the ground. At least I was close to the bed, so I got a nice and cushy landing, whilst Cash got the pleasure of falling through the floor again.
When he rematerialises, he looks pissed. “What the fuck dude?! I told you I didn’t want to form a contract with you, so why did you do that?! Can’t you just turn off the fucking spiritualist powers for one second?! Now I’m stuck with you forever!”
I blink in shock for a few moments before standing up. “Hang on- contract thing aside- how DARE you blame me for this when you’re the one who told me your name?! I don’t want to be stuck with you forever, I’d literally rather eat a fucking fork! Go away! Leave me alone! Come on I’m just a fucking charlatan I can’t do any actual spirit stuff!”
Cash opens and closes his mouth for a moment before frowning. “What do you mean you’re a charlatan? Only strong spiritualists are able to perform summons, there’s no way you’re a charlatan.”
I groan, covering my eyes before stomping up to Cash and poking his chest frustratedly. “Listen here, Cash, I’m a con artist. You’re the first ghost I’ve ever seen or heard or had any form of contact with. I scam people out of their money. I did that to your poor mum literally earlier today. I’m not a spiritualist and I’m not powerful, I’m literally just a guy with some cute rocks I found online and some nice-smelling candles. I can’t do anything actually cool, ok?!”
Cash stares at me for a moment, trying to digest everything I just unleashed on him. “What the fuck, you scammed my mum?! That’s such a shitty move! You have to pay her back; you have to pay everyone back! God I can’t believe I finally got summoned; it’s supposed to be the best fucking thing which can happen to a ghost and I got an idiot fake with no morals. This is officially the worst day of my life, and I’m already fucking DEAD!”
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