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Clare ran her fingers over the words of Eli's journal. He was definitely a different person when he was alive. He was much more sensitive than he was now.

I guess that's what death does to you. Clare thought.

Clare wondered what it would be like to be a ghost. To be able to see the world changing around you, but not be able to enjoy it. To be stuck on earth with no point but to suffer in silence. Being a ghost must be Eli's personal hell.

But wasn't there a reason why Eli was a ghost. There had to be a reason why is spirit didn't cross over when he died. Clare wondered why. Clare flipped the page of the notebook.

September 22, 1955

Felicity left for college today. She left me. I'm all alone now. I asked her to stay. I asked her if she could go to college next semester. She told me that she would if she could. But she can't. She kissed my forehead before she left and said she would call and write to me everyday. I told her the same. She left me her book collection. She said she won't be able to read that much now that she's in collage. I'm reading a collection of short stories by Edgar Allan Poe. My favorite is Tell Tale Heart. It's a twisted story, but Poe was a twisted guy.

Clare didn't know what it is like to have a sibling. She was an only child. She used to wish that she had one when she was younger. She wanted a little sister to play with, to fight with, and to love. But she never got one. Clare liked how close Eli was to his sister Felicity. It showed her how loving he could be. Clare flipped the page.

September 23, 1955

Mom decided that I need help. She thinks I'm to unsocial, to distant. She complains that I about how I have no friends. She's tried to help me make friends before. She would purposely make me and some of the self-centered jerks from East Port sit together; at dinners that my father would host for the rich and famous. But I just don't get along with those types of people. I've tried to explain this to her, but she just doesn't get it.

Clare flipped the page.

September 25, 1955

I helped Martha make dinner today. Martha is our housekeeper. She cleans, does laundry, and cooks. She taught me how to make her family's secret recipe for spaghetti sauce. She said that she trusted me not to go and tell everyone the secret. I laughed and said I didn't really know anyone to tell it too. The secret of her spaghetti sauce is that she uses tomato soup. When it was finished we both tried it. She told me that it was the best batch of sauce she's ever had. I think she might have exaggerated, but the complement felt good. Martha told me that I'd make a good husband someday. I told her that I don't think I'm the good husband type. She laughed and said I was funny. Funny, other quality I didn't know I possessed. Mom should be proud of me. Martha said I can help her with dinner anytime I want. She likes cooking with friends. That's right mom. I made a friend.

"Is it everything you hoped for?" Clare looked up from the notebook. Eli stood at the end of her bed with his hands in his pockets.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Clare asked playfully.

Eli smirked. "What's the fun in that?"

Clare rolled her eyes and stood up off her bed. She placed the book on her nightstand and walked over to her vanity. She ran a brush through her hair then sat it back down the table. She looked up at Eli and smiled.

"You have interesting thoughts." Clare said.

"Which ones did you read?"

"What? You weren't secretly watching me the whole time?" Clare asked

"Unlike you, I know what privacy is." Eli retorted.

Clare huffed. "I read September 19th, 22nd, 23rd and 25th."

"Martha was a nice person. She made one hell of a chicken parmesan." Eli said

Clare sifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Do um…Does anyone else no you're a, uh, ghost?"

Eli shook his head. "Just you. Consider yourself privileged."

"Well if only I know, why do the kids at school say this place is haunted?" Clare asked.

Eli sat down on Clare's bed and then lay down.

"Every once and awhile some kid decides he wants to break into my house. I just give him little scare and then he's on his way."

"What do you mean a little scare?" Clare asked again.

"I'd throw something at them."

"Eli!"

Eli smirked. "What? It wouldn't actually hit them. It would just sort of fall next to them. Then they would get freaked out and leave."

"Have you every visited your family?" Clare questioned.

Eli sat up. "What is this? 20 questions?"

Clare bit her bottom lip. "Sorry. I'll stop. You can ask me something, if you want."

Eli intertwined his fingers. He thought for a minuet. "Why do you talk to me? I mean yeah I confronted you first. But you keep talking to me. Why is that?" Eli asked.

Clare was caught off guard by the question.

"I guess it's just because, deep down you seem like a nice person, I mean spirit thing, ghost." Clare stumbled upon her words, making her blush.

Eli chucked. "Do I make you nervous, Clare?"

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Clare was about to answer him when she heard her mother call from downstairs.

"Clare, I'm home! Do you want to help me make dinner?" Clare heard her mother yell from the bottom of the stairs.

"Sure I'll be right down!" Clare looked at Eli.

"Care to join me for dinner? I mean I know you don't eat, but you could watch me and my…I'm just going to stop talking now." Clare's blush redden.

Eli smiled. "I'd love to stay. But I have ghostly business to take care of." With that, Eli vanished.

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"You haven't eaten a lot of your dinner, Clare. Are you sick sweetie?" Helen asked noticing how little Clare has eaten.

"Oh no. I'm just not that hungry. Adam invited me over to his house after the football game today, we had some pizza." Clare said.

"Oh okay. Adam is that boy in your homeroom right? That was nice of him." Helen said cutting into her steak.

"Yes it was."

Clare couldn't stop thinking of what Eli had asked her.

"Do I make you nervous, Clare?"

The truth was, he did. It wasn't that fact that he was a ghost. It was the fact that he was a boy. A undead boy, but still a boy. And he was in her room, laying on her bed, talking to her. It made her nervous as hell.