I never believed in ghosts, although they roam this marvelous and fantastic land all the time. What I mean is that I never believed in the legends of ghosts that appears in front of you and freak the hell out of you until you die. Because, you know, I'm the bravest and mighty hero here. This has been since 6 years ago, when I was 12 years old.

Sometime ago, when I was a child, Jake told me about an entity which appears at the night in the Grasslands. It doesn't appears visually, but it can be felt.

He said that it is the wandering soul of a woman who lived a long time ago and liked to meet men in the night; until she met a man she fell in love with. He left, promising that one day he would return. The years passed and she waited, but he never returned. The only thing that arrived to the woman was age. She aged and her youth faded out and she felt betrayed, she couldn't be with men anymore because her old age. She died and since then her soul roams in the Grasslands seeking for men to kiss; "you shall feel that cold lips in yours, but you never shall see them", finished Jake.

Jake always tried to scare me with his stories, and I don't know why. I'm the bravest warrior on Ooo. His tries are useless. But he's so stubborn...

Why am I thinking about this? Well, because is pretty late and I haven't reached the Treehouse yet. It's beyond midnight and I'm in the middle of the Grasslands. Why that monster have to make the things so difficult? I never crawled in a dungeon with a monster like that before. It was harder than that which I confronted in my dad's dungeon.

I saw the brightness of the Treehouse getting closer. "Great! I'm gonna take a bath, put on my pjs, play with BMO and then have a well deserved rest", that were my thougts.

However, I felt a cold wind on my back and then the wind sorrounded all my body. It was like if I was in the center of a tornado. The few hairs coming out of my hat flew with the wind. I can't say for sure when it happens, but suddenly I felt a cold pressure on my lips. It was like ice, but not burning ice. I was affraid at the beginning, but, after a while, whichever was the object that was pressing against my lips, it felt soft. In fact, I liked it. That object began to move and, for some reason (maybe instinct), I closed my eyes and moved my lips. I played with that object, and it played with me. I realized that that object were lips. I enjoyed that sensation: that cold lips against my warm ones was so... delightful.

I opened my eyes and, slowly, a familiar shape began to appear in front of me.

"Hi Finn"

"Hi Marceline"


Inspired by the song "Maria" from Cafe Tacvba (if you don't speak spanish, you won't understand the reference... or you can use a translator).

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