3rd Floor- Chapter
I awoke with actual sun shining
through my windows. Since what had happened last night, I guess mom
didn't want me to go to school. I'm glad actually, I'm
wondering what had already spread about the new girl nearly dying.
I stayed in my bed though, felt more comfortable. The smell of
cotton surrounded the room giving a peaceful feeling. The sky
barely had a cloud in it. It was a peaceful day. I raised up and
looked at my desk tank.
"Good Morning Nate." I smiled to my clown fish.
"You named him Nate?" Riley appeared in my desk chair. I
stared at him, wide eyed. So I wasn't dreaming last night. Or
maybe I still am dreaming? "Why did you name him
I flattened out my straight hair and played with the covers a bit.
"I had a friend named Nate back in Virginia. He died 2 years
"I'm so sorry." Riley said in silence. The mention of
death caused him to shake a bit, but then instantly calmed down.
"Good morning." He smiled.
"Morning. I find this a little odd?" I asked with a
"How so?" He looked confused.
"I just happen to be talking to a dead kid who was murdered in
my house a few years ago. No one else can see of hear him. I'm
possibly crazy. And you just randomly appear out of nowhere."
I said and laid my head back down.
"I don't think your crazy." He said.
"Your dead, how are you supposed to think I'm crazy?"
"Possibly." He said while examining Nate. The fish
stopped and stared right at him. "Did you know that animals
can sense the dead?" he turned around.
"So I've heard." I got up and went over next to
Riley. "So are you going to be like my room mate or
"I will be until I pass over or till you move..." He
walked over to my closet door and opened it. "Follow
"Okay?" I said and walked over to the closet. He held out
his hand and I looked at it. I hesitated and grabbed it. I
didn't go through him, it was a solid hand. If the incident
didn't happen with my dad not seeing him last night, I would
have thought he was a real kid. There was a door in my closet I had
never noticed. It was behind a few boxes, which he moved for us. He
opened it and crawled through. He motioned me to follow, and I did.
There was a little stair case going up.
"You see, your room used to be mine. I found this when I first
moved here and I've hung out in it ever since." We walked
to the top of it. "Hold on a second please." He phased
through the door that was there. It clicked and then opened.
"I've always kept it locked." He laughed," No
I walked in to behold another floor. Mom knew there was another
floor, just we didn't know how to get to it. I found the way.
There was a television, a couch, a table, a king sized bed and a
massive book shelf full of books. There was a photo on the table. I
walked over, sat down at one of the chairs and looked at it.
"That's my cousin, Alexandra." He said and sat down
next to me.
"Is she still alive?" I asked.
"She might be. Like I said, I haven't left this house to
find out. She still might live in town. I would love to see her one
last time. We were the best of friends, but she'll never come
back to this house because of to many memories. She could've
left the country for all I know." He loomed.
I put a hand on his shoulder, " I think she might still be out
there. She'll come back eventually."
"You think so?" He looked at me with sad eyes. I
"Alice, are you awake?" My mom's soft voice rattled
"I forgot about mom..." I said traveling back through the
room, down the stairs, and back into mine. I sat down on my bed and
Riley appeared next to me again.
"Honey, are you feeling better?" She poked her head in. I
nodded. "Come down and eat please." I looked over at
Riley for reassurance.
"I'll be there." He smiled and disappeared.
"I'm starving." I smiled at my mom, not a fake smile,
but a real smile.