Scary thoughts spiral into my mind. The rain must have dragged down one of those unlucky souls that, according to the stories told by campers and cabin owners, haunt the mountains on nights like tonight. What if a ghost decided to appear, and exact its revenge on anyone who laid eyes upon it? Did I see something I was not meant to see? For a moment, I’m afraid that the stories might have a bit of truth in them - or a lot of truth. I almost have to slap myself to come back to my senses.
“There’s no such thing as ghosts. No matter how superstitious this town is, there’s no way ghosts really exist…”
Just as I tell myself that, the white figure crosses the yard again, but this time, I’m able to distinguish someone’s face before it leaves my frame of sight.
I jump out of my seat and press my hands against the window. My eyes follow this stranger who, for some reason, doesn’t feel so unfamiliar to me. He strides across what used to be a bed of chrysanthemums, and heads directly toward me.
I should be concerned, afraid, threatened even, but I’m more mesmerized than anything as he approaches. The glass window becomes the only thing between us, and he pauses there, looking at me like he’s expecting something from me, but I’m too shocked to react.
This guy is exactly as I envisioned one of the characters in my book.
He’s handsome. Tall, very much so, and broad shouldered. The look in his dark eyes is intense and edgy, but I know that when he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkle up adorably. His skin is slightly tan, like a light coffee. Usually his dark hair is neatly trim on the sides, and his bangs are swept to the side, but now he has a head of wild hair that looks as though he hasn’t done anything about it for months.
I have a bad habit of not naming my characters until I’m satisfied with a name for them. He is one of the many who I haven’t named yet, but he has lived in the story from the very beginning.
What is going on? The question repeats in my head as I stare at him for a solid minute.
Lightning flashes above us, and just like that, he turns away from the window and leaves my sight. From there it started, the irrational chase to hold onto this stranger. I take off my Sponge Bob blanket and jump out of my seat. Scared to lose him, I run through the main hall and out the front door. My eyes scan for him desperately.
Fluttering in the wind like a white flag, the man runs past my home’s front gate and heads toward the field.
I’m about to do something crazy, I know it.
I can’t keep myself from following him, wanting to know who he is, and wanting to look at his face one more time. I suppose it’s my need to confirm what I have seen, and to meet this man who looks like my character, that’s propelling me to do something stupid.
To be continued...
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