On The
3rd Floor- Chapter
4
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 that?"
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 ago..."
"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 laugh.
"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?" I laughed.
"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 something?"
"I will be until I pass over or till you move..." He walked over to my closet door and opened it. "Follow me."
"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 point really."
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 nodded.
"Alice, are you awake?" My mom's soft voice rattled the house.
"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.
I
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 that?"
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 ago..."
"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 laugh.
"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?" I laughed.
"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 something?"
"I will be until I pass over or till you move..." He walked over to my closet door and opened it. "Follow me."
"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 point really."
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 nodded.
"Alice, are you awake?" My mom's soft voice rattled the house.
"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.
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