That night, I showered and got into my night dress. My eyes began to close, but before they could. .
I heard Voices.
You'd think I am crazy for hearing such, when I was the only person in the house at the time, but I am perfectly sane.
I listened for anyone's voice which I could remember.
"Anna, please listen." Are the words I was able to make out. It was in some sort of a whisper.
My eyes shot open, and I shot up like a bullet, My eyes wide. I saw no one, and heard nothing. Not even a whisper.
I felt stupid for thinking I heard voices, but just to be safe,
I grabbed my gun, and set it on the bedside table. I suddenly felt very tired, and just before my eyes closed, as I was lying in the bed, I saw a figure.
My eyes shot open.
I decided to reply to the voice.
"I'm listening, what is it?" I asked, trying to sound calm.
No reply.
I sighed.
I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
X-X-X
The next day, after I got done getting ready for the day, I walked past the kitchen, and the phone rang.
I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Is this Animosity Bridesmaid?"
"Yes it is, who are you, Might I ask?"
"The name's Robertson Red. Chief of Police."
"What is your business calling me?"
"Tell me. . Are you familiar with ghosts?"
"..."
A Silence.
"Hello?"
"I- I really don't know if I should answere that question." I replied after about a second.
"Answere. Are you or not?"
"I guess not, considering I've never seen one."
"Well, I have."
A silence.
"Ghosts?" I chuckled. "Really?"
"Ghosts are nothing to be made fun of, miss." He replied.
"Sorry, Sorry, its just that. . . Its such and illogical situation to meet a ghost." I replied.
I hung up after a silence had taken over again. I bit my lip till I felt a trickle of blood run down my chin. I wiped it off and sat down.
I remembered what I had seen.
Could Robertson be right?
Are ghosts real?
Had I seen one?
I really wish I knew. . .
I walked to my brother's room and decided to read Akazukin ChaCha. As a child, I would ask him if he could read me something before bed. He always chose Akazukin ChaCha.
Me and my brother shared many laughes, but the L.A Cases ended it all. All in one month, three or four people had died, and the killer had been arrested.
I always seemed to think about the case when I got sad.
I had learned japanese and so the manga was no problem for me.
X-X-X
That evening, after dinner, I went on Youtube and listened to "Last Night, Good Night" by Miku Hatsune.
"I had no Idea that you could sing so well." Came the voice from the night before. I turned around as fast as Lightning.
And standing there was. . . .
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