Ghostly Pale

The day started off just like any other, with me waking up to the smell of my mother's cooking, my father already working hard at his job place. I got up and got ready to face the new day. I came down the stairs, taking note at the creaking sounds of the old wood.

When I had came into the kitchen my mother placed my breakfast onto the table for me to eat.
I thanked her as I sat down to eat. Once I had finished my breakfast my mother asked me to go down to the *Dairy to get some supplies for tonight's dinner. As she gave me the list and change for the supplies she told me to bring back the change and to be careful.

I told her not to worry and said that I would be fine.
I closed the door after I walked out of the house and continued down the path, heading towards the Dairy.

As I was walking down the path I stopped at the sudden chill that had run down my spine.
I felt a pair of eyes watching me from a distance.
I looked around to see if there was anyone nearby, but all I saw was an empty old building.

I had heard rumors of the place, saying that it was haunted.
I stared into the empty dark windows, still feeling that there was someone staring at me.
I tried to shake the feeling and continued on my way.

Once I had finally gotten to the place and collected all of the supplies on the list, I continued on my way back.

I held my hand up to my face, looking at the spare change.
I wished I could have gotten some of the delicious candy from the shop, but no,
I had to give the spare change back to my mom.
I clamped my hand around it once more, continuing down the path to home.

When I neared the empty building once more, I saw a can laying on its side on the ground.
I felt the chill again and an intense feeling that someone was staring at me.
I looked up, and to my surprise...

Someone was there.

It looked like a boy, a young one at that.
His skin was ghostly pale, as if it had never been in the daylight.
It looked like he was pointing at something.
Something by my feet.

I looked down to see the same can, but this time - it was sitting upright and it had something written on it.

'Please.'

I had a feeling he wanted me to place the spare change I had into it.
I hesitantly placed the change into the can and once more looked up.

He was gone.

I looked back down again, the can I had placed the coins into vanished as well.
It was as if it was never there to begin with..

I felt scared, I took the supplies and ran home, not looking back - and not noticing the lone boy standing on the path, staring at my running figure.

Once I had came home, I tried to catch my breath so I could calm myself. (So that I would not worry my mother when she saw me)

I brought the supplies to my mother, telling her I had lost the spare change on my way back.
She forgave me and continued on readying our dinner for the night.

Later on dad came home just in time for dinner.
After we had finished our meal we all got ready for bed.

The lights were turned off and everyone was in bed sleeping.
But I awoke to a noise that sounded off downstairs..

At first I passed it off as nothing, thinking it was just my mind playing tricks on me.
But the noises continued.

I heard a rattle, as if someone was trying to open our front door.
And then a quiet creak and soon after a click..

Someone was in our home.

For a bit I heard nothing, until I heard soft footsteps climbing up the stairs..
Coming closer and closer to the top.

The squeaks of the old floor boards got louder as the trespasser came closer to my bedroom door.

And then.. a hand, a ghostly pale hand, slowly pulled the door to my bedroom open.
I quickly closed my eyes, trying to pretend I was sleeping.

The door clicked as it shut, and then light footfalls aimed straight for my bed.
I felt the bed dip as the person sat on the corner of it.
.Me.

I panicked as the person lightly tapped my shoulder.
I opened my eyes slowly.
And what I saw made my eyes widen in horror.

There. Sitting on the edge of my bed, right beside me.
Was the ghostly pale boy from the abandoned building..

I was paralyzed in fear. I couldn't move.
I noticed he was holding a bag.

He held it up, and said with a smile.

"Thanks for the change. Here, wanna share some of the candy I got?"

Authors Note: Heyo~! Hope you like the story! Nice ending wouldn't you say?
What did you guys think would have happened? Anyways.
This is one of the first Haunting Tales story I made. There will be more.
The Haunting Tales is a series of stories that have to do with ghosts or spirits, anything from those.
By the way, the *Dairy- back from where I was from- is like a convenience store. We called it the Dairy back in New Zealand.

Welp, hope you stay tuned for some more Haunting Tales.
Hope they don't haunt you...

Till next time!
Blackninja OUT! *SmokeBomb*