A/N

Hello, and welcome to my newest Harvest Moon chapter story. It will be as long as I want it, as I the author have most say in the matter. Anyway, enough with the blabbing, I still know that whoever might be reading this probably doesn't know French, so I will have at the end of each chapter what the name of the chapter is and etch. Just so you guys know this is a Grey/OC (Original Character) ficlet. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this.

I will explain all at the end of this chapter. Thank you!

Kisa-chan-2006

Les Phantom

Act One: Les Réserver Tour

July 21rst 1927

Dear Diary,

2:38 P.M.

It is raining today…I pity those poor desolate souls that have to brave such dreary weather in order to get to their homes. At least I am where I belong, here, writing, sitting comfortably on my favorite cushion, pouring out my soul to my journal. Today has been rather dull, actually, despite the downpour of water, I half expected the ever obnoxious Farmer Joseph and Duke to come and visit. We do so love to chat and exchange ghost stories on dark days such as this. Still I sit here writing and nobody dares to show. It is almost too quiet…I feel as if an unbearable weight is being brought down upon me with such crushing force as if it will break me in half. Of course, that is paranoia for you. I am just uncomfortable with such silence.

Still, I can't shake off this feeling like something is going to happen.

I will write more lately if anything of consequence happens today.

Until then I will go and read a book, there must be something to read in this dusty old library.

My entire love-Camellia Stronghold

An empty day, an empty sky…filled with empty hours and empty moments. The quiet still town was at its peak of stillness, the overbearing heat weighing down upon the parched cobblestones. Still, despite the hour's dreary appearance, Grey had a chore that needed to be accomplished. Mary had begged and pleaded with him that while she was away for a gay outing to the far off and bustling city with the local farmer, that he should watch the book tower while she was out on her adventure. Seeing that he had no other choice, lest he disappoint his best friend, he complied. Still, today, he really didn't feel like sitting around in a hot and sticky library, babysitting some non-existing visitors. So here he was now, sitting rather dejectedly on the staircase, chin resting in his palm, two or three beads of sweat adorning his forehead. Feeling totally restless but at a complete and utter loss at what he should do, he just sat…until a muffled thump was heard from the second story. He sighed, he had taken care of so many mice up there, and it wasn't even funny, now they were beginning to make him aggravated.

Shuffling his way up the creaky staircase he thought he felt a slightly chilly wind pass by.

"That was weird…"

He found himself muttering to no one in particular. Peering over at a couple of boxes in the corner, he thought he saw some kind of shadow darting swiftly across the room. Severely freaked out, he stood there completely frozen to the spot; this was defiantly not a mouse...

A rising of goose bumps erupted from the pale skin on his arm. Some conjured from a slight restlessness. The main reason for their appearance was a slight chilly draft coming from a dusty and unused portion of a storage room on the far left. Another dull sound was heard and a shadow moved around in between the boxes of unused books. He squinted his eyes and stared at the empty darkness in the spare room. Suppressing a shudder, he walked towards the room with bold movements. Well, whatever was in there shouldn't be…it would have to be taken care of sooner or later and he didn't really feel like procrastinating another day. So squaring his shoulders, he flipped the light switch with a flick of his wrist. A cry of surprise resounded from his lips, and his hands shook fiercely, as his eyes stared at the sight before him.

"Who are you?" He questioned, a small tremor accompanying his voice.

Alas. A blonde headed girl sat cross legged on one of the larger card board boxes, a thin red book nestled in her lap. A white blouse covered her top half, while a light green skirt flowed down to her feet. She was wearing black Mary Janes….with slight heels.

She stared at him for a few lilting seconds and opened her book, occasionally flipping a page. It was completely obvious that she was ignoring him.

Gray huffed, and rolled his eyes. This girl was getting on his nerves, why was she blatantly overlooking him when she could clearly hear his question? Oh well, one more try couldn't hurt, he would make her listen to him.

"…I Said…WHO ARE YOU?" He shut his mouth after practically screaming at her. Geez! Him and his burning temper…it really needed to be cooled down and stuffed in an ice-box.

The head jerking sound of a book being snapped shut was heard, echoing off the dusty walls in the tiny space. She stood up, brushed some non-existent dirt off of her skirt, and glared at him with an intensity that managed to rival his own unique raging temper. Then the unexpected happened…well…mostly unexpected. She spoke, in a quiet menacing tone, a thread of anger could be found in her voice if listened to well enough.

"What do you want?" She said, walking closer to him, red book still grasped in her tiny and pale hand.

Managing to stand his ground, he pointed at her accusingly and glared at her, challenging her to do her worst.

"How did you get in here without using the front door?"

She chuckled, a quiet raspy laugh, which tickled ones skin and caught ones breath in their throat. Then she walked closer to him, and barely scraped the seam on his shirt before moving a couple feet away, smiling all the way, and green eyes flashing dangerously.

"I have been here long before you have even been thought of."

A sudden draft of cold air attacked him, seemingly coming from her direction. She laughed again, daintily covering her mouth with her hand, Eyelids half closed in amusement.

"You felt that?"

He could only numbly nod his head back and forth; his lips seemed to become frozen and paralyzed, fingers twitching in what seemed to be anxiety.

She walked closer to him and touched his shirt again, almost as if she was reassuring herself that he was really there.

She muttered to herself and then stared at him directly in the eyes. Then in a soft voice, she spoke once more, mostly to him, some of it to herself.

"So…you really can see me…or can you just see a shadow?"

His body shifted, to the other foot, while he placed both of his hands on his hips in a stuffy manner.

"I can quite assure you, that whoever you are I can see you quite clearly. I don't see why I wouldn't be able to anyway…"

She frowned for a bit and then sat on one of the vacant chairs, motioning with the hand that wasn't touching her face for him to sit in the other one right across from hers.

Still looking at her, he sat, not all very aware of what was happening or why she was asking him if he could see her or not. Well, sooner or later he would find out why she was sitting in the spare room, reading a strange red book.

She mover her head towards him and heaved a sigh, absentmindedly rubbing her two hands together.

Expectantly looking at her, he readily decided that she was not willing to talk to him as of the moment. So he would have to start up the conversation….as always.

"So…why do you ask me if I can or cannot see you?"

She grasped the mysterious red book in her hands and looked at the floor, the muscles in her face tensing ever so slightly.

"Do you really want an answer to that?"

Growling deep in his throat, he managed to overcome the rising frustration and stop himself mid moment from screaming profanities at no one in particular.

"Why would I ask if I did not wish to know?"

She seemed used to this sort of temper and just brushed it off with a simple wave of her hand a rustle of her skirt.

"I just thought it would be more polite to ask before spewing all of my personal information to a complete and unknown stranger."

Ice blue eyes unblinking he just sat there, clenching sweaty fists.

"Well, now that that's over and done with, please do tell me why you are in here."

She smirked, and her already deep green eyes grew a tint darker.

"Okay…don't tell anyone though…it's our little secret…not that anyone would believe you anyway…"

Groaning in a rather impatient manner he said in agitated tones.

"Just tell me okay…"

"Okay, what's your name?"

A sigh was heard.

"Gray…"

"Okay…Gray…I'm going to ask you a question, and you are going to answer correctly."

Dumb silence evoked the quiet room.

"Okay…ask away…"

"Okay then, here it comes."

She smiled at him before returning to her usual blank face, fingers now restless in her lap, book having fallen on the hard wooden floor.

"Gray, do you believe in ghosts?"

He looked at her before laughing slightly.

"Maybe…why…?"

A wave of seriousness washed over the two.

"Because…Gray…I'm dead…"

He stared at her before closing his mouth, which happened to be open in a dead serious awe.

"What? How…could you be…you know?"

She stood up and walked closer, he noticed that she had brought the book along with her, and on the front there were plain bold letters, printed in fine gold ink, Journal.

She touched his head and a chilled feeling ran down his spine and into his stomach, a flighty feeling in his head.

"Gray…I think…I think I was killed…"

To be continued in chapter two

An Excerpt from Chapter Two-

"I think I was killed…" He stared before breathing heavily, hands shaking in fear and…something else, something completely indescribable. This girl had been murdered…and she was dead. He rapidly shook his head, he was talking to a ghost…this was…odd, a very odd and surprising occurrence.

"Do you remember how you were killed?"

She looked down and practically shoved the book in his face.

"I read through this whole thing, it doesn't say anything at all…not that I would, remember, how am I supposed to write in a journal if I'm dead? I don't even know if it is mine…"

His face remained blank as he stood up just to collapse in his seat. What a day… here he was, talking to a dead person while trying to solve an unknown murder mystery.

What more could happen?

"Lot's more could happen to you Gray…"

Great, she could read minds too? Nice…

A/N

And thus this story is born. I am so exited, really, this idea has been glued in my mind since January, but I have had no idea what to write on paper. You know, you suddenly get this mind blowing idea; just to find out it's not as easy to write it all down on paper.

But now, my fingers are just bursting with words to type down. Anyway, I promised I would explain at the beginning of the chapter so I will keep my promise.

Les Phantom: Pretty easy to figure out, basically means, "The Ghost" in French.

Les Réserver Tour: the Book Tower or at least that is what my translator said it meant. If it doesn't, by all means let me know. chuckles

Okay, questions that might be frequently asked.

This story is based in the early nineteen hundreds. The diary entry you read at the beginning is twenty years before Gray is born. Don't worry; everything will become clearer as you read on. Just trust me with this. For those hopeless romantics, this will have romance so do not fret, this is just the first chapter.

I will try and update soon!

Thank-you for reading, and feel free to review, I could always use some more open opinions.

Kisa-chan-2006