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"So do you wanna hang um... " they asked trailing off because we haven't really exchanged names.
What possible names could ghost have anyway?
Maybe something like Mr. Invisible or something ironic like that.
I find myself chuckling out loud.
Hopefully they didn't hear that.
Wait can ghost read minds?
"Marceline but most people call me Marcy" I answer after the long awkward silence.
Apparently they didn't seem phased by the awkward silence.
Or maybe they were just faking an emotionless expression.
I mean if you live forever as a ghost, you have time to practice stuff like that.
I mean I probably couldn't tell if they were faking.
"Oh this is Bob, I'm Sasha and this is Joe" Sasha said in a monotone voice while pointing to the other ghost and herself.
Joe was the one on the right, Sasha in the middle, Bob on the left.
It was strange how they stood in a completely straight line.
Like their brains were connected or something.
"So do you wanna hang Marcy?" Bob asked.
What the hell?
Who asks someone to hang when they just met them?
These guys are so weird.
But the interesting sort of weird.
The kind that you wanna stick around because they have the most fun.
Maybe I do wanna hang with them.
"Hell ya" I said as a mischievous smirk twisted my features.
They returned my mischievous smirk with one of there own.
They all smirked at the same time.
As if they were on a timer.
Is it an act or is something strange going on here?
Weird.
"Whatcha usually do for fun" Joe asked a smirk still twisting his and the others ghosts features.
He had a weird tone to his voice as if he was planting a devil's seed in an angel's innocent mind.
"Hunt mostly and sing but I always wanted a guitar ya know" I said trying not to be awkward after Joe's tone of voice made me feel very uncomfortable.
"Then you're in for a treat" Sasha said making me feel very confused.
I barely know them but I do know that they are very talented at making people feel uncomfortable and confused.
Then Sasha grabbed my hand.
What is she doing?
Is she going to hurt me?
I was about to get prepared to defend myself.
But how can i hurt a ghost?
I didn't have the time to think it over as she began floating higher into the sky.
She dragged me with her by grabbing my wrist and pulling me into the sky.
I was scared. I couldn't stop looking at the ground.
I began to struggle flinging and flailing around like a fish out of water.
"You're gonna fall like that" Sasha said chuckling.
I cringed pulling my body in, now afraid of the chance of falling.
Then I forced my eyes upon the sky instead of the ground.
It was beautiful.
It looked like a black sheet and some splattered white paint flecks over it.
Sort of like freckles on a person's face.
I felt the wind run through my hair.
A hint of a smile began tugging at my lips.