Chapter 4
*I couldn't believe this! The toilet was flooding with this oozy thick brown liquid and it smelt horrible! Oh my gawd it was horrible! This is so nasty!
"Damnit. Freaking toilet! DAMNIT!" I yelled. But out in the other room I felt as if I could hear laughter. As if someone had purposely plugged the toilet waiting for someone to come along. This was so grose! Then I knew that I wasn't hearing things. There was someone laughing at me.
I stood with my flares soaked in the oozy brown gunk and ran into my room. There was no one, yet I could hear someone. This was getting a little frustrating.
I know there's someone here.
"WHOEVER YOU ARE COULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE MY PLUMBING ALONE?" I yelled, apparently at nothing. The laughter-stopped right then. I waited a few seconds… turning my back I began to walk forward when it started again. The laughter seemed to be following me.
It took all day to clean the mess that I made on the floor. It was horrible, and I was way too embarrassed to ask for help from my neighbors. After that I went to the drug store and bought a loud of Lysol. However it seemed where ever I went bad luck followed.
In the store right in the middle of an aisle I was trying to figure out what the freaking bottle was telling me, when all of the laundry detergent fell off it's shelves and poured everywhere.
I went to the grocery store and bought a few necessities when all the cash registers started going haywire and the collection of jelly jars fell at me feet. It was a conspiracy I tell you!
Finally getting home I was exhausted yet again. I plopped down on my mattress as soon as I came to my room. I felt smelly and clean at the same time, I felt like I was going to vomit but not… what was going on? Were the stories true? NO! I refuse to believe them.
"I can't do this. I need to clean myself." Standing I walked to my now 'fixed and clean' bathroom.
*I had so much fun today. I couldn't believe I'd never thought of it before! It was fantastic! If only I could push rewind and do it all over again. But as she lay there I began feeling sort of bad. She looked so innocent, so delicate.
Like a flower, but not ready to bloom. I watched her rise from her bed, but before I realized it I was following her. There was just something about her that grabbed me, made my stomach tie into knots! Then I realized we were in the bathroom and she was undressing. I turned to exit through the door when I smacked into it hitting my head.
Startled after hearing the door she covered up.
"No delicate bud show it!" I wanted to yell. –OO he's getting a little naughty—
But as I turned back to take another gander, she was brushing out her hair. How tired she looked.
I began circling her looking at her front and back and she was gorgeous. Nothing so beautiful had met my eyes in over 100 years.
I almost cried when she was finished with her bath and redressed. But she would never know what I saw.
*I was once again practically asleep when I heard music. But for real this time… it was Madonna's song "Don't Cry for me Argentina." That CD was in my CD player… Slowly I got up and walked into the main room. My box was on and the CD was playing. What is going on?
"Hello?" I called.
"Is any one in here?" I whispered.
I slowly and cautiously walked back into my room.
"Please stop?" I mumbled. SUDDENLY! All of the lights started flickering. Then stopped. My boom box was on, AGAIN!
"Dang'it." I grumbled climbing back out of bed. I ran into the main room and there standing in front of the box was the man. My heart stopped in fear.
"Please! You want it take it! Everything's in the other room just please don't hurt me." I begged. I'd never been so scared. I began backing into my room.
"Wait! I won't hurt you." He heled out his hand. I stopped. He had a soft English accent and a calming tone.
"You can see me?" He asked quizzically.
"Uh-yeah!" I torted rather oddly.
"Who are you? What do you want? No! Just leave!" I pointed to the door.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because you know why."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm a ghost. You know that."
"I do?" I knew coat of feelings came over me. I didn't know what they were though. The fluttering in my stomach returned and my heart began to pound.
"You-you were the one singing. On my balcony." He nodded and smiled shyly.
"Who are you?" I asked a little nervous.
"Christian. And you are?"
"Paula. What are you doing here?"
"ME? What about you? This is my garret!" He challenged.
"NO! I bought it. You just died!" I spat.
"Boo that hurt my dear. And no I just died is the understatement of the past 104 years." Then a new thought came to me. I grew furious!
"It was you wasn't it? You followed me around all day today and I bet you clogged the toilet! It was you laughing at me and it was you who was moving all of my things!" I shouted.
"Paula relax. You can see me, so what's it matter. I don't care, you shouldn't either."
"Yeah well I didn't follow you around and haunt you all day." There was a very long awkward silence. I sat on the floor leaning against the wall. Looking up I noticed the patching in the roof.
"What's that from?"
*I looked up and almost laughed. It was the whole the Argentinean had fallen through. But now it had been mended.
I began to explain to her what had happened there. I also somehow managed to tell her everything after that as well.
"You've been here for 104 years haven't you?" She whispered as if it were the worst thing in the world. Which it was.
"Yes." I answered hoarsely.
"Why haven't you let anyone live here?"
"I wanted to be alone. I'm better when I'm alone."
"Well, Christian, I'm not leaving." I smiled.
"That's ok. I don't want you to." I looked up at her and smiled. She was so pretty just sitting there and looking perfect.
"Why?"
"Because I've never had so much fun!" I smiled and laughed for the first time in her sight. She yawned widely.
"Go to bed young one. You'll need your rest." I smiled to her. She just nodded.
"Go on." I hurried her and she finally walked to my tiny mattress. Tucking her in she fell asleep quickly.
*The next morning I woke to the sound of bells. Bells? Oh no! CLASS!
I jumped form the covers and pulled on my purple flares and a pink fake corset. I tugged on my boots and let my hair stay down. Running into my living room and grabbing my purse I remembered last night. Had it been a dream?
"CHRISTIAN!" I yelled. He appeared suddenly at what seemed out of nowhere.
"You're really here." I smiled.
"Do you want me to go?" He gestured with his thumb.
"NO! I wanted you to be here." He smiled a boyish grin.
"I've got to go. Bye." Grabbing my messenger bag as I went out the door I rushed once again to class.
PLEASE! R&R, tell me what you think!
*I couldn't believe this! The toilet was flooding with this oozy thick brown liquid and it smelt horrible! Oh my gawd it was horrible! This is so nasty!
"Damnit. Freaking toilet! DAMNIT!" I yelled. But out in the other room I felt as if I could hear laughter. As if someone had purposely plugged the toilet waiting for someone to come along. This was so grose! Then I knew that I wasn't hearing things. There was someone laughing at me.
I stood with my flares soaked in the oozy brown gunk and ran into my room. There was no one, yet I could hear someone. This was getting a little frustrating.
I know there's someone here.
"WHOEVER YOU ARE COULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE MY PLUMBING ALONE?" I yelled, apparently at nothing. The laughter-stopped right then. I waited a few seconds… turning my back I began to walk forward when it started again. The laughter seemed to be following me.
It took all day to clean the mess that I made on the floor. It was horrible, and I was way too embarrassed to ask for help from my neighbors. After that I went to the drug store and bought a loud of Lysol. However it seemed where ever I went bad luck followed.
In the store right in the middle of an aisle I was trying to figure out what the freaking bottle was telling me, when all of the laundry detergent fell off it's shelves and poured everywhere.
I went to the grocery store and bought a few necessities when all the cash registers started going haywire and the collection of jelly jars fell at me feet. It was a conspiracy I tell you!
Finally getting home I was exhausted yet again. I plopped down on my mattress as soon as I came to my room. I felt smelly and clean at the same time, I felt like I was going to vomit but not… what was going on? Were the stories true? NO! I refuse to believe them.
"I can't do this. I need to clean myself." Standing I walked to my now 'fixed and clean' bathroom.
*I had so much fun today. I couldn't believe I'd never thought of it before! It was fantastic! If only I could push rewind and do it all over again. But as she lay there I began feeling sort of bad. She looked so innocent, so delicate.
Like a flower, but not ready to bloom. I watched her rise from her bed, but before I realized it I was following her. There was just something about her that grabbed me, made my stomach tie into knots! Then I realized we were in the bathroom and she was undressing. I turned to exit through the door when I smacked into it hitting my head.
Startled after hearing the door she covered up.
"No delicate bud show it!" I wanted to yell. –OO he's getting a little naughty—
But as I turned back to take another gander, she was brushing out her hair. How tired she looked.
I began circling her looking at her front and back and she was gorgeous. Nothing so beautiful had met my eyes in over 100 years.
I almost cried when she was finished with her bath and redressed. But she would never know what I saw.
*I was once again practically asleep when I heard music. But for real this time… it was Madonna's song "Don't Cry for me Argentina." That CD was in my CD player… Slowly I got up and walked into the main room. My box was on and the CD was playing. What is going on?
"Hello?" I called.
"Is any one in here?" I whispered.
I slowly and cautiously walked back into my room.
"Please stop?" I mumbled. SUDDENLY! All of the lights started flickering. Then stopped. My boom box was on, AGAIN!
"Dang'it." I grumbled climbing back out of bed. I ran into the main room and there standing in front of the box was the man. My heart stopped in fear.
"Please! You want it take it! Everything's in the other room just please don't hurt me." I begged. I'd never been so scared. I began backing into my room.
"Wait! I won't hurt you." He heled out his hand. I stopped. He had a soft English accent and a calming tone.
"You can see me?" He asked quizzically.
"Uh-yeah!" I torted rather oddly.
"Who are you? What do you want? No! Just leave!" I pointed to the door.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because you know why."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm a ghost. You know that."
"I do?" I knew coat of feelings came over me. I didn't know what they were though. The fluttering in my stomach returned and my heart began to pound.
"You-you were the one singing. On my balcony." He nodded and smiled shyly.
"Who are you?" I asked a little nervous.
"Christian. And you are?"
"Paula. What are you doing here?"
"ME? What about you? This is my garret!" He challenged.
"NO! I bought it. You just died!" I spat.
"Boo that hurt my dear. And no I just died is the understatement of the past 104 years." Then a new thought came to me. I grew furious!
"It was you wasn't it? You followed me around all day today and I bet you clogged the toilet! It was you laughing at me and it was you who was moving all of my things!" I shouted.
"Paula relax. You can see me, so what's it matter. I don't care, you shouldn't either."
"Yeah well I didn't follow you around and haunt you all day." There was a very long awkward silence. I sat on the floor leaning against the wall. Looking up I noticed the patching in the roof.
"What's that from?"
*I looked up and almost laughed. It was the whole the Argentinean had fallen through. But now it had been mended.
I began to explain to her what had happened there. I also somehow managed to tell her everything after that as well.
"You've been here for 104 years haven't you?" She whispered as if it were the worst thing in the world. Which it was.
"Yes." I answered hoarsely.
"Why haven't you let anyone live here?"
"I wanted to be alone. I'm better when I'm alone."
"Well, Christian, I'm not leaving." I smiled.
"That's ok. I don't want you to." I looked up at her and smiled. She was so pretty just sitting there and looking perfect.
"Why?"
"Because I've never had so much fun!" I smiled and laughed for the first time in her sight. She yawned widely.
"Go to bed young one. You'll need your rest." I smiled to her. She just nodded.
"Go on." I hurried her and she finally walked to my tiny mattress. Tucking her in she fell asleep quickly.
*The next morning I woke to the sound of bells. Bells? Oh no! CLASS!
I jumped form the covers and pulled on my purple flares and a pink fake corset. I tugged on my boots and let my hair stay down. Running into my living room and grabbing my purse I remembered last night. Had it been a dream?
"CHRISTIAN!" I yelled. He appeared suddenly at what seemed out of nowhere.
"You're really here." I smiled.
"Do you want me to go?" He gestured with his thumb.
"NO! I wanted you to be here." He smiled a boyish grin.
"I've got to go. Bye." Grabbing my messenger bag as I went out the door I rushed once again to class.
PLEASE! R&R, tell me what you think!
