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Clare couldn't speak. She couldn't move. She could barely breathe. In front of her stood a boy that has been dead for 55 years. This couldn't be happening.

Clare pinched her skin, Elijah rolled his eyes.

"You aren't dreaming." His voice echoed. Clare didn't believe him. She pinched her skin again, harder this time.

"Would you stop that?" He asked. Clare pulled her hand away from her arm.

"You're supposed to be dead." Clare stated bluntly.

"Yes I am. But as you can see I am not completely dead." He fiddled with the black notebook.

"You know, I was going to give you and your mom a few weeks to realize that you shouldn't be living here. But last night, when you rudely read my personal thoughts, I decided I'd better tell you face to face." He sat down on the bed. Clare's bed didn't move; it was as though he was weightless. Clare pulled the covers up closer to her face.

Elijah looked her in the eyes. "I want you to leave. This is my house."

"My mother bought it. The house is ours." Clare said, her confidence began to build. Elijah scoffed.

"I could really careless if you bought it or not. No one lives in this house, but a Goldsworthy. I thought you knew that, or didn't you listen to the kids at your school?"

Clare was taken aback. "How do you know what the kids at school tell me?"

"I followed you to school yesterday; I wanted to know what those idiotic children would tell you about my house." Elijah said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Clare gulped. "You followed me to school? I-I didn't see you."

"Well of course you didn't. I can control who can see me and who can't."

Clare jumped out of her bead, realizing how stupid she was being. Someone can't just come back from the dead. "You aren't real."

"Yes, yes I am. I believe the correct term is ghost, or spirit. Which ever you prefer. I'm not picky."

Clare didn't know what to say.

"Oh that's right. You don't believe in ghost do you?"

Clare picked up some clothes and walked out of the room and into the bathroom. She turned on the light.

"You can't get rid of me." Clare jumped and looked to her left. Elijah smirked.

"What do you want, Elijah?" Clare asked.

"Please, it's Eli. And I already told you. I want you and your mother to leave my house."

Clare looked at the boy. She lifted her hand up to his face and tried to touch it. Her hand didn't touch something solid. It went into the side of his face and out the other.

"You really are a…"

"You thought I was lying?"

Clare didn't speak. Her throat was locked. He was really a ghost. She looked down at his hands. He was still holding the leather notebook. If only she hadn't read it. If only she hadn't gone down the stairs into the little room. If only she had minded her own business, she wouldn't be here, being confronted by a ghost.

Eli stood next to Clare as she stared at him. Hey eyes looked over his undead body. He noticed how he was slightly transparent. He didn't look like a ghost. Well the ones that they show in movies. He looked like a regular boy, a regular boy that has really fare skin.

He was beautiful. Clare admitted to herself. She thought about the paragraph that Eli wrote, about people not liking him. She didn't know how someone could not like him. His eyes…were hypnotizing. Clare didn't know someone's eyes could be so green.

"Do you mind me asking how you died?" Clare whispered. She wasn't even sure if Eli had heard her.

"Yes. I do mind. That's my business." He said

Clare blushed out of embarrassment. "Sorry. It's just…all the articles that I've read; never go into detail about anything that has to do with the way you died."

"Well that's because my parents didn't want people to know. Now, I just asking you to leave with in the next two weeks, and we can all be happy." He quickly changed the topic.

"I'm not leaving…" Clare said.

"That's not the smartest idea. I may be a ghost. But I can still hurt you."

"I'm not leaving until I find out every detail about your death." She spoke with so much confidence; Clare convinced herself that she wasn't petrified of the undead boy next to her. "So you could save us some time and just tell me now."

Eli chuckled. "Why would I do that? You'd just go sell the story to some newspaper."

"They wouldn't believe me. I mean, what proof do I have? Other than 'The ghost in my house told me.'"

Eli though for a moment. He could tell her about his death and she would leave him and his house alone. The idea was intriguing. But he decided against it.

"No. I'm not telling you. I'm giving you two weeks to leave."

Clare went to respond, but she was too late. Eli had vanished. Clare looked at herself in the bathroom mirror; she ran a hand through her hair.

She had just talked to a ghost.

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Clare couldn't concentrate in school that day. All she could think about was Eli. She would frequently look around in class, trying to find a sign that would indicate that the boy was in her class again. But she found nothing.

The rumors at school have gotten worse. People said that Clare was practicing which craft and was trying to contact the ghost of Goldsworthy manor. Others said she had a "Six Sense." She could she ghosts.

If they only knew.

Clare was happy that Adam hadn't abandoned her yet. She didn't know what she would do if he decided that being friends with the "Goldsworthy Girl" was to much to handle. She'd probably cry.

Adam invited Clare over to his house for some pizza after the big football game today. She accepted. Clare didn't feel like going back to her "haunted" house just yet.

No matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, it was just impossible. She was afraid was Eli. His words rang in her ears.

"I may be a ghost. But I can still hurt you."

Clare shuttered at the though of it. She didn't know how powerful he was. Heck, she didn't know practically anything about him; other than a little pit of his past. She could just tell her mom that she didn't want to live here. But that would mean she would never find out what happened to Eli. That would mean giving up. And the one thing an Edwards never does is give up.

Oooooh. I don't know how I feel about this one. I think it sounded better in my head. But anyways, I hope you enjoyed!