The fog was gone for a long time. The moon started to fall, and both kept sitting on the bench, but no one said a word.

Until, it was completely gone, no moonlight, and only gray or almost black clouds on the sky. “It got late. We should go now,” the red-eyed said. They both walked to the exit.

No one talked, they thought about what happened. Was it really a ghost? Or was it just illusion?

At the exit, Timothy looked around. “I always liked those walls… and the arch of stone they have here. Was fun playing on them and… had a certain feeling of comfort,” he said. “How comes? Comfort by walls?” Chandler said.

“Just like that. Can’t explain.” And they stood there, staring at the distance.

“You saw that too, right?” The red-eyed asked.

“Yes. Looked and sounded like a woman… it sounded like she was in real pain. As if something would eat her up from the inside,” the blue-eyed said.

A little confusing, since he saw something different. “But it was a man, wasn’t it? I could see him, at least kind of. His voice as well, it was soft, but clearly not a woman’s,” Timothy said. Seeing something different, even though it was supposed to be on the same spot. And hearing different voices, although it came from the same direction?

“I must go back now, then… see you?” Chandler said.

“I hope so,” Timothy said, as he tried to give him a hug. The little returned it, but with hesitation. No one was focused right now, but shocked as if there… was a ghost…

A last time they looked at each other, before going apart.

Back in his apartment, the red-eyed sat down on his mattress, or rather jumped right on it. The dust that came out of it, flying through the air, was not the most pleasant view. And the thought of that person, that little something on the other side. ‘Did he really know me?’ Timothy thought. It was not about the little blue-eyed, but what he saw. The ghost, in his memory he had a red glimmer, he was transparent, yet the light that reflected from his… surface… had a slight red. It was barely recognizable from his distance. But for the red-eyed it seemed, as if he was right in front of him.

As if he was floating around him, removing everything around him and just laying words in his ears. ‘No this is bullshit… probably just some prank,’ he thought, yet not convinced by himself. ‘It must be. Also my memory is just messed up.’ All the time he thought about it, it changed. From floating, it looked as if the appearance was staring at him, sitting besides or walking over the lake. ‘I must be crazy…’

A message came. >Had much fun today:) the ending was creepy, still really nice with you< the little blue-eyed wrote.

It put a smile on the red-eyed’s face, but out of confusion, he did not reply. ‘Just some days, a little break’ he thought.

‘Must get my shit together first.’

‘What was that?’ he thought, before going to sleep.

And the next he saw, was two people, standing at a little creek. Two children actually. One of them on the left, and one on the right side of it. Looking at each other. Sometimes they smiled, and sometimes they just frowned, or even cried. The boy, on the left, appeared in a red aura, while trying to get to her. He jumped into the water, and his side widened, it became deeper and larger. As if it was a ocean, but the side of the girl appeared normal. She also reached out her hand, but was not able to go any further. Shadows held her back, hands out from the darkness did not let her. Blue liquid dripped from her skin and clothings, and a blue aura came up. She lowered her head, not able to look at the misery of the boy anymore.

In an instant, both of them disappeared, but blood stains were left on the places they stood before.

Timothy woke up.

‘No more… no ghost stories, ever… again…’