The Ghost of You

Last time I checked, we only had five senses

"This house looks so old…," I murmured, my hands sliding along the magnificent fireplace.

"Yes, Ms. Swan. This is a very old house. But, nevertheless, it is in modern condition. Three stories, 6 baths, 12 rooms, 2 kitchens, and several other rooms for whatever you're choosing," the real estate agent said timidly, probably waiting for the inevitable question.

"Why are you selling it so cheap? This house is amazing, but it should cost over a million," I wasn't trying to sway the cost, but I was utterly curious.

"Well… when people move here, they don't stay more than a month," he said, looking very hesitant for my reaction. I guess he got the one he was looking for. My mouth fell open, and I didn't know what to say. This house is so… eerie.

"Why?" I blurted out.

"Disturbances, Ms. Swan. People say there is something very wrong with this house. It has been here since 1843… there was an accident here. A murder, more like. A young man, along with his parents was shot. They died and weren't found till the next day," the agent said looking around, as if expecting a ghost to pop out of thin air.

"What kind of disturbances, Mr. Keller?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Well, people said say they hear things. They have never seen the young man and his family, just heard them. Footsteps, doors opening and closing. Things falling all of the time. Finally, it just scares them away. This house hasn't been lived in… in about five years," he said while still looking around. Still nervous I presume.

I smirked. It was eerie in here, but those people who saw that was on drugs or something. There is no way that a ghost is in this house. Impossible. I am defiantly not one for the supernatural.

"Well, I guess I'll never get this house sold…," he murmured to himself and began to walk out the door.

"Wait. I didn't say I wouldn't buy it. This is a once in a lifetime deal and I'm not passing it up because of some ghost stories," I said, waiting for him to turn around. This house might be a little bit excessive, considering it was just me in it, but I have always dreamt of living in a house like this, and the opportunity might not come up again.

He turned around with a grim expression. "Are you sure? It might not be very easy to sell when you get ready to move…," the old agent said while fidgeting with his hands. I just smiled. I would not let a ghost scare me off, so I was not worried about moving.

"Seriously, Mr. Keller, You've got a deal, I really won't be moving," I stuck my hand out for him to shake it. His grin was contagious as he took his pen out and handed me some papers.

"Bring these to my office, you can move in when you are ready too," then he walked out of the door. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket; I had to tell somebody about this. I called Alice one of my best friends, then Rosalie, my other.

"Alice! You won't believe it!" I said into the phone as I flung myself down onto the antique couch. She screeched into the phone, already knowing what I was going to say.

"I can't believe you got it! Wow Bella, you are so lucky! I have to come over! After that I'll help you move you're stuff. I'm going to have so much fun helping you design! I'll be over there in five," with that she hung up the phone. I didn't get to say much. I chuckled to myself.

Then I called Rosalie and she said pretty much the same thing.

I sat on the old couch waiting for them. Boom! The lamp right next to me fell with a loud crash.

It scared me so bad I literally toppled out of the chair and fell on my back. I could have sworn I heard somebody laughing.

"You know what?" I said to myself. "I did that. It was an accident," even though I couldn't lie convincingly even to myself, I let out a shudder. That was weird. I got up to clean up the glass but three excited knocks rang from the front door. I groaned. I would definitely have a bruise tomorrow. I walked stiffly to the front door and opened it. There standing was Alice. She was smiling like crazy as she bounced in place.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" she questioned, some of her exuberance dying down.

"Oh, sorry. Come on in Shorty," I widened the door so she could step in.

"You know you should be more excited. Aside from the spooky vampire essence this place gives off, it totally rocks!" she yelled, her voice bouncing off the gigantic walls.

I snapped out of all my theories as to why the lamp fell and why I heard laughing and returned her smile.

"Oh I know it's pretty cool right? Well, I'll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom, wait for Rose please," I said with much less enthusiasm. I had to go to the second story to get to the first bathroom. I think its weird how there isn't any on the first floor.

The door creaked open as I stepped into the colossal bathroom. It was all white and had black rugs draped in front of the sink and shower.

After I was done, I washed my hands and splashed the cool water across my face. I looked into the mirror and my usually brown eyes turned a dark green.

"Shit!" I yelled loudly and slammed into a wall away from the window. Obviously, Rose had gotten here and the both heard my outburst.

"Jesus, Bella! Way to both give us a heart attack. You look pale as a ghost, what happened?" Rose questioned, looking at my face.

"My eyes," I choked out.

"Yeah Bella, they're beautiful. Now come on! You have a tour to give," Alice said, a concerned look coloring her face.

"Oh, sorry. I just thought I saw something," I whispered, and followed them out while taking one last glance at my reflection.

We were on the third floor, and even I hadn't noticed this room before. It was the last one down this corridor.

"It won't budge!" Rosalie said, while she pushed against the paint chipped door. Suddenly, the door flew open, and she flew along with it. Rosalie landed with a thud.

Alice fell along with her on the ground laughing hysterically. "You're house already doesn't like Rosalie!" she said while clutching her sides.

"Ha! That is sooo funny Alice. Let me tell you, you should become a comedian!" Rosalie said with sarcasm while standing up and dusting off. "Besides, that door opened on its own. Weird house you got here Bella." Yeah, I know, I thought to myself.

I just smiled at my two best friends and walked into the room. It was decorated with taste, even for the 1800's. The large bed was the most prominent. The kerosene lamp was at the bed side. There were horse saddles in the corner of the room. At the foot of the bed a small fireplace and mantle sat. On the mantle sat several grimy pictures.

Alice and Rosalie immediately went to the massive window that covered most of the wall.

"Whoa Bella! I bet you didn't know they had stables!" Alice exclaimed while staring out the glass, which had a lovely view. Instead of joining them, I went by the pictures. I slid my finger across it, wiping away some of the dust.

In the pictures was a boy. He didn't look to be older than 25. His bronze hair fell into his eyes. His eyes…. They looked so familiar. They were a beautiful green. He was absolutely dazzling. I took the picture out of the frame and looked at the back.

Edward Mason-1842

Then it hit me. This was the boy that was murdered. Sorrow filled me as I looked at him. Too young to die, that's for sure.

"Wow, I didn't know they had hot guys in the 1800's," Rosalie said, while she and Alice stood behind me.

Alice fell back onto the large bed. "Dammit!" Alice exclaimed as she sat up rubbing her head. "That bed is hard!" she yelled pointing where her skull hit.

"It's not the whole bed, Alice. Probably just something under the covers," I said as Rosalie began stripping them back.

"Look at this," Rosalie murmured while pulling out a black journal. She opened it up to the first page and had the boy in the picture lying on his stomach with his hands tied behind his back. Edward Mason had a bullet hole going through his forehead. In the other pictures there were two attractive people named Elizabeth and Edward Mason, lying in the same positions. All had blood seeping through there mouths.

"Oh my gosh…," Alice whispered while passing it from Rosalie to me. "Go on read it," Rosalie said impatiently.

"April 4, 1843, Edward senior, Elizabeth, and Edward junior shot dead. Several suspected, none found. All execution style. Several other murders identical to this occurring all over the country. Warning to all: lock you're doors. All victims' doors were unlocked," the story went on a few more pages but I finally stopped. I don't know why, but it hurt so bad to see this Edward Mason dead.

"Well that's weird," Alice muttered, finally breaking the silence. I was going to tell them about what the real-estate agent said, but decided against it. I wouldn't want anybody trying to convince me to move when I just got here.

"This lamp is still warm…," Rosalie said while feeling the aged lamp. Warm? Nobody has used it in over 100 years. Another shudder racked through my body.

"Oh man! Jasper was expecting me for dinner! I'm going to be late…," Alice said while gathering up her purse.

"Shoot. Emmet's waiting on me too. I better get going," Rosalie muttered while fumbling with her keys. We walked down the flights of stairs but before I said goodbye they both turned around.

"If you want we could stay tonight. And tomorrow we will help you bring you're stuff over," they both said while smiling.

"No that's fine. I'll be spending many nights alone, so better get used to it," I said and opened the door for them.

"Nights alone that you know of. You might find somebody, Bella. Don't be so negative," Alice said just as Rosalie walked out.

"Sure, sure. I will talk to you tomorrow," I smiled half heartedly as she left. Truth was I was spooked.

I shut the enormous door and turned around. My breath caught in my throat as a pair of green eyes stared back at me.

The green eyes scrunched together in confusion. Oh my god. It was the boy in the picture. Edward Mason. What the hell! Was it enough that people heard him? Now he wants them to see him? Oh man, now I know how the little boy on sixth sense felt.

The bullet hole was still in his forehead, and it looked like it just happened. NO! He died over 100 years ago! I finally managed to get out the only sensible question I could ask.

"You're dead!" there it went. My obvious words trilled through the house. His eyebrows scrunched together even further.

"You can see me?" his velvet words spoke as he took a few steps closer to me. Now his face was only inches from mine.

"What kind of question is that? Now get away from me or I swear…," I balled up my fists. Then he laughed. This was not funny. I'm seeing dead people and he standing there laughing at me.

"What are you going to do, Isabella Swan? Kill the dead? You can't even touch me! It will be like hitting air!" he said while humor spread across his face. That was it.

My hand sprung forward and connected with his jaw. His face rocked and he stumbled to the floor. He was so hard! My hand was throbbing. But the look on his face made me wish I hadn't hit him.

He was furious. But at the same time fascinated. His hand rubbed his jaw and he looked at me with awe. He stumbled to his feet and stared at me for what felt like a year.

"You hit me," he said with astonishment and anger in his voice. Well now, at least he was not completely stupid.

Then he began stepping towards me again. His hand reached out towards my face. I leaned away form his hand. "Do you honestly want to be punched again?" I asked, questioning his sanity.

"No not especially," he said with his hands in the air, showing his surrender. "I won't hurt you, Isabella Swan. And I apologize," he said, sounding very formal. He was apologizing to me? Wasn't I the one that just knocked a dead guy to the ground? He dropped his hands to his sides, longing written across his face. Longing to what? His reached towards me again, but he let his hands fall to his sides.

After my shock wore off, I finally looked him as someone, and not as a dead person trying to kill me.

He was exactly like he was in the picture, of course lacking the bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. He was tall; taller than me at least. He wasn't very muscular, but you could still tell he was strong. His pale skin was illuminated by the sun. He was wearing the same clothes he was in the newspaper. His wrist showed signs of rope burn. Pity washed through me as I thought of how he died. I didn't have long to pity as I felt a cold hand touch my cheek.

My eyes grew wide. "I won't hurt you, Isabella," he said again, while his thumb ran over my face.

Then I remembered his eyes. The dark greens ones that changed from my brown ones. That made me step away from his touch.

I felt bad for doing that. I guess even someone who thought scaring people senseless had feeling. Hurt spread across his face as he looked down at his almost two century old shoes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, still looking down.

I can't believe I'm comforting a corpse. I took his hand and held it in mine. His face lifted and he smile, but it still didn't reach his saddened eyes.

"I know manners might not matter in the world of the dead, but scaring the shit out of somebody is definitely not okay. So how about we start this right? My name is Bella Swan. Don't call me Isabella, please," I said while giving his hand a shake. His smile was heart stopping as he grasped my hand harder.

"Edward Mason. But I assume you already knew that. I don't think anybody has been in my in room about…. Well since I was there," he said while smiling crookedly. "They usually don't make it that far. My first few pranks send people packing. They never gave me a chance," he said as his bottom lip jutted out. "I could have really scared them if they would have stayed longer."

As his lip stuck out I had a strange urge to kiss him. Gross, right? He's like the walking dead. Whats worse, his blood still looked like it was about to fall down his face. Most gunshots blast you're face off, but his was small. The most disturbing part was it went all the way through his head.

"Not a very good first impression so I'm going to have to forget you almost gave me cardiac arrest two times," I said, shocked that I was joking with him. I felt like I have known him my whole life….

"Sorry about that. I was planning on really getting you when you turned around, but you saw me, strange right?" he said while looking at me like he was trying to solve a problem.

He started tugging on my hand, leading me to the couches. He sat down and pulled me beside him. Our legs were touching. I wanted to get closer, but then I had an urge to move away. He noticed my repulsed looked and his eyes fell down.

"I'd understand if you didn't want to sit next to me," he said sadness in his voice. I felt my heart break. I didn't want him to be in pain, dead or not.

I swallowed down my revulsion and put my arms around his shoulders. I moved my head to his shoulder. Wow. He smelt really good for a for someones who has been dead almost a couple hundred years.

"I suppose you want an explanation…," he said hesitantly, as if expecting me to run off. He put his torso in my direction, and his silky voice filled the room.