I walk down to breakfast and quickly spot Derek and Simon sitting together at a small table. The room includes a bar with food on it and tables scattered everywhere complete with people to occupy them. There is only one window that indicates it's a rainy, ugly day again. The window is surrounded by faded floral wallpaper with water stains scattered across it. It's not the best place but at least we are sheltered. There's a chill in the air but I don't notice until I'm right next to Simon with my arm drawn back. I punch him in the arm and he quickly puts his hands up as if in surrender.
"Whoa. What's wrong?" Simon asks
"You know what's wrong. You tried to freak me out this morning with that weird voice and the knocking!" I practically screech. I don't know what's gotten me so mad but I really want to bite Simon's head off.
"What voice?" Simon says in an innocent tone with a hint of panic. He still has his hands up as if to block another blow coming from me. I roll my eyes and unclench my fists.
"Oh don't act all innocent. I know it was you trying to get me down here." I glance over to Derek and see he hasn't lifted his eyes from the bowl of milk in front of him. Classic Derek. Never showing emotion.
"I didn't do that Chloe. Maybe it was just a ghost trying to talk to you? You know another ghost with another story."
A bone chilling breeze sweeps over me. I look at the lone window and see it its closed and doesn't seem to be letting wind in. I suddenly become aware of the man in the back corner just sitting there. He doesn't have food and doesn't look like he is doing anything in particular. He is wearing an outfit that people would have worn in the 50's complete with a black hat. He has a mysterious feel to him and doesn't give me a good feeling but I decide to go over anyway.
"Fine. I'm going to sit over there alone and eat my breakfast" I point to the table the man is sitting at. Simon looks over and doesn't give any look of surprise.
"Alone? Okay." Simon says.
I knew it. Simon can't see the man which meant this man was a ghost. He was also most likely the ghost harassing me in my room. A telekinetic one too because ghosts can't make knocking sounds or write on paper. This makes it a lot harder to be brave.
I quickly grab an orange and sit at the table with the ghost. Sure enough, goose bumps instantly cover my skin. It's freezing over here. I've never gotten this feeling with any other ghost and it makes me a little jumpy.
"You wanted to talk?" I say to the ghost in a whisper, careful not to signal to Simon and Derek that I was talking to someone.
"How did you know it was me?" The ghost has a calm, deep voice that makes me shrink away from him. The voice sounds familiar but I can't put a name to it.
"It's kind of obvious. You're sitting here doing nothing. You know if you come down to a breakfast room, most people eat the breakfast."
He just sits there looking at me with a straight face. I finally give in and get right to the point.
"Alright, where's the letter and who do you want me to give it to?" I reach out my hand and wait. He gives me a surprised look and suddenly I'm farther from the table than I was before.
"Did you just send my chair back? I thought you wanted me to deliver something for you! What do you want?" I whisper with a hint of panic in my voice. This is starting to creep me out. All the ghosts I've met want something from me. What does this strange one want?
"I don't want you to deliver anything. All the people I've cared about were killed in a massacre just before I died. I just want to talk to you." He chokes a little when the word massacre comes out. I sigh and adjust myself on my chair. It makes a creaking sound and I suddenly imagine the chair breaking and me falling down into a black hole secretly hidden beneath the chair.
"What do you want to talk about?" I ask politely.
"I want to know more about you and your werewolf boyfriend. I saw you trying to run away from him. What was that all about?"
My face turns red and I quickly realise this ghost has been watching me for a while now. Why would he want to know about me and Derek? Derek isn't a very appealing person and from recent changes in my hair I'd assume the only appealing thing about me is my necromancer glow.
"Isn't that a little personal for the first question? We just met. Who are you anyway?" I decide to lead him on and give him false hope of me giving out information.
"My name is Jack Runnel. I was killed from lack of water in the early 50's just after my family was killed in a massacre. I came all this way to find you and it wasn't very hard with the glow you're giving off. I want to skip right to what I want to know because I don't plan on staying here long. Is that explanation enough for you?" Jack says tiredly.
I was right. He was from the 50's and he was looking for me. The cold wind emitting from him must be because of the terrible things he has witnessed. He still hasn't given me the reason as to why he needs me though. I glance over to Simon and Derek. Derek is still staring at his milk and Simon is talking to Tori in a hushed whisper. I go back to looking at Jack and actually notice his face this time. He's a good looking ghost. He has an angled jaw with stubble covering it. His long black hair comes out loosely from the ends of his hat. There are no imperfections on his face except the lines under his eyes.
"No, it's not. Why do you want to know about us?" I try to answer confidently but my voice gets quieter as the sentence goes on. I suck at speaking. Why can't I be some professional charismatic person?
"The massacre my family was killed in… it wasn't a human that killed them. It was a werewolf. This werewolf was a trusted friend before he went crazy. I don't think he killed them on purpose. I think he was being controlled because of his weaknesses, the same weaknesses that your boy Derek over there is showing now. He shows confusion, love, and the determination to put his family before himself. Something bad is going to happen soon, Chloe and you're the only person that can help him." He speaks in a rush. I shrink back and put a startled look on my face. Then I compose myself again when I spot Tori looking at me. He is either lying and just trying to get me in trouble or he is telling the truth which is an equal fear at the moment.
"Why are you telling me this? Why do you want to help me?" I ask.
"Because if I don't tell you then it will start happening everywhere. There will be massacres everywhere and the werewolves will most likely be exposed to the world." He starts to get anxious and let's go of his calm composed tone.
"Why should you care? You're dead." I put extra emphasis on the word dead as if it will make him realise it more.
"I care because I don't want what happened to me to happen to you and millions of other people." He says this confidently but I know this isn't the whole truth. I'm an expert at detecting these things because of the amount of time I've been spending around Derek.
"What's the real reason, Jack?" I put an edge to my voice, hoping to get him scared but know it's a lost cause. Nothing can happen to him. I'm the one who should be scared.
"This is what I have to do to be able to leave peacefully and never come back." Jack looks me directly in the eye, practically pleading me to do as he said. I let out a big sigh and start peeling my orange and eating it.
"Fine. Tell me what to do and I'll do it." I say through a mouthful of orange.
"I can't just tell you. I need to lead you through it. All I can tell you now is that you have to pack your bags now and we're leaving during the night. Tell nobody where you're going and don't let anybody follow you. It will only work with you."
"How is that supposed to work? You saw me trying to run away yesterday and Derek got me mid-escape. Even if I do manage to get out he will definitely follow my scent." His plan sucks so far. This won't work in a million lifetimes and if what he was saying is true then I better get ready for the massacre.
"I have that all covered. Just pack your bags and try not to be suspicious" He says it like he knows I'll give myself away.
"Okay" I say as I finish my orange and get up from my seat. This conversation was over and I didn't have one clue what to do.

Sorry I haven't written in a while! I've been really busy. Thanks for being patient and I hope you guys liked it!