Jasper POV
Glancing up, I noted that It was here, for the third time this week. I didn't move this time, having gotten over my fear of It for the most part, since it never tried to hurt me… for now.
It's ghostly form shimmered slightly, barely visible even to my eyes.
"What do you want?" I asked.
It didn't respond.
Over the past week, I'd studied It, and figured It out. It was probably female- at least in my mind, I had to classify It somehow- and could change shapes, but remained barely visible, only a faint shimmer, a disturbance in the air.
And now, It did not try to hurt me. I could hear it ticking though, I was certain- my deathwatch. It would come, and It would kill me. My time was running out, as far as It was concerned.
My family- or coven- would fight for me, though, I knew that much. They didn't want to lose to this creature.
I wish they wouldn't. It would be so much easier if they would just let me go, let me slip away.
They would get over the pain. They had to.
This is a VERY short chapter, but I had a reason.
This chapter was designed and planned only to describe the ghost in the house, and how Jasper has come to regard it.
Expect a much longer chapter next time.
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