2a/n: For those who have read this sorry for removing it. Enjoy. ; )
I hate old houses. I always feel like I'm being watched by some perverted old ghost who hasn't gotten any since he…or she kicked the bucket. The sad part is that I live in an old house. Not by choice, of course, my father got a job that forced us to move from California to an ancient town just outside of London, England that I can't even remember the name of. We've been living here for about two weeks, which means two weeks since I left my friends and finishing my junior year of high school. Since then from the moment I walked into the house I've heard the foot steps of someone walking around in boots.
Today I hear them going up the stairs, so I decide to follow them. When I get to the top they fade out in the direction of my room. I walk to my door and open it; standing by the window is a transparent young man with neatly combed black hair and dressed like Johnny Depp in Sleepy Hollow.
"Who are you and why are you in my room!?" I shout. He turns around and bows. Wow for a ghost he sure is wow.
"Forgive me miss, but you can see me." He says after he's risen with an accent that matches his looks.
"Yes I can damn well see you" What is going on here?
"Thank you God." He looks up
"Can you answer my question now please" I interrupt his praise.
"Oh, sorry. I am Zachary Wesley Turner and I am cursed to live like this forever." He gestures to his body. "But since you can see me maybe you can help me break it Miss…"
"Call me Alex, Zachary" I'm in shock.
Zachary starts walking and he stops in front of me. His hand reached for mine and he brought it to his lips "Please call me Zack". That gentle caress of his lips on my fingers sent a… delightful chill down my spine. I jerked my hand away and he looked me in the eyes which are dull and brown compared to his faded blue ones, which I'm sure would be brighter if he were solid.
"Did I offend you?" He started to frown a little.
"N…No it s just that…" I was tongue tied; I had no idea how to finish that sentence.
"Very well then" his smile came back "I'm glad."
"Soo… how old are you exactly?" I looked away so he wouldn't see me blush.
His reached forward and cupped my chin and turned my head so that I was once again facing him "Two hundred twenty-eight or seventeen… and you my dear?"
"Seventeen." I said some what breathlessly. Then I realized what he was trying to do so I slapped his hand away "Don't you dare try to seduce me you… you crafty man thing creature you!"
"Forgive me I did not-"
"Oh, don't that proper English gentleman thing no me again."
He started to step away from me with a guilty expression which soon turned rueful. Crap he's trying to guilt trip me. Shit, I'm falling for it. "Okay I'll you break the curse."
His face lit up "Really?"
"Yes, but on one condition" he nodded "You have to promise that you won't try seducing me again."
"Deal." Is what his mouth said, but look in his eyes said other wise.
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