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"Some days he would even be outside her window, waiting for her to come out, the next morning. When he slept over her house he would often times watch her sleep. She would awake to his callous eyes, which felt like he was staring into her soul, leaving her breathless often times. "

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STORY ONE


Some days he would even be outside her window, waiting for her to come out, the next morning. When he slept over her house he would often times watch her sleep. She would awake to his callous eyes, which felt like he was staring into her soul, leaving her breathless often times.

Or at least that is what he thought at the time. His actions and mind were not his own at night as if besides himself… like a completely different person. Luckily before he could go much future the crack of dawn arose bringing him back to his normal self. Slipping away from her bedroom the boy headed far away as his mind tried to figure out some possible way of getting rid of the ghost within him.

‘Getting rid of me? So soon? How selfish, Risk and here I thought you helped my kind,’ a voice chimes in faking the sounds of a disappointed person.

“Ah, don’t even give me that Stan! You take over my body every night to see some girl, that you won’t even tell me about no less!” Risk snaps back, his voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly hearing people behind him his face grew a deep red and he hurries to get away from there as he adds, “Great now they think I’m insane!”

‘Hehe. Not my fault you have a habit of answering me out loud, crazy,’ Stan replies back, snickering.

“It’s only a habit because you won’t answer me any other way,” Risk replies back. Turning into an ally he heavily sighs before continuing on with his speech to the other, “Plus you shouldn’t be so egger to control someone like me. You are lucky I tend to help ghost rather then send them to the ‘great be on’ with unfinished business and I hope you know that while you’re in my body I can’t take on another to help.”

‘I know… don’t lecture me kid. It was hard finding a medium so excuse me for taking advantage,” Stan snaps back before going strangely silent. Feeling bad at making the ghost angry Risk fell silent himself.

Heading down the all too familiar path back to his home town Risk placed his hands into his pockets. Sadly he hadn’t learn much about this newest ghost that plagues his body besides its name. Honestly the bugger was more trouble then he’s worth. Luckily this ‘Stan’ was only able to take his body once in a while before Risk himself would take it back, but seriously he just wanted it all to be over and done with! Why couldn’t this ghost share with him? Stan must have been one stubborn guy to have that personality… even after death.

‘Nevermind. I shouldn’t expect a living child to understand,” Stand finally stats out of frustration. A bit baffled by this Risk tilts his head. What wouldn’t he get? Sure he’s a kid, heck he’s only fifteen! Still he’s had more ghost share his body then he could count that would share their knowledge with him as thanks for helping them. So it wasn’t like this ‘Stan’ could bring anything new to the table.

Stepping out from the ally he heads into the busy town. He didn’t know how to respond to such a statement. He couldn’t denie the fact that he is a child nor could he come up with a reasonable statement of his own to try to get the trust of ‘Stan’. Walking towards a glass store Risk walks towards it as he tries to think of a way to get Stan to trust him or at least speak to him about why he keeps taking over a body that isn’t his… when he suddenly spots something.

“Hey Stan,” Risk pipes up stopping his travel at the glass store.

‘What is it now?’ Stan asks, his voice uncaring. It seemed that Stan was far too upset to care what Risk had to say anymore.

“You don’t know what I look like do you? After all you are trapped inside me and ghosts can’t see very well just after death, right?”

‘What of it?’

“Well now you can get a look at me, no?”

Risk could feel Stan’s confusion and shifting inside his body almost like a worm would threw earth. A chilling breeze graces the back of his eye causing him to wince slightly. Luckily though that meant that Stan took his offer to look to see what he himself sees, sharing one vision. Infront of them the glass acted like a mirror and displays Rick off to them. The boy couldn’t have been no taller then five feet four, his blocken brown hair ruffled as if he didn’t much care or it, his sharpen green eyes lax behind elegant tattered black glasses, and his clothes that of any normal high school boy’s.

“Yea sure I’m just a kid Stan, but I am me… a medium. I may not look it and I may not even act like it, but I still contain the knowledge passed to by others who came before you. So why not give this ‘boy’ a chance, huh?” Risk questions with a childish grin. Laugher rang out within Risk’s head causing him to pout a bit, he was serious when he had said that! He wasn’t looking to be laughed at… defiantly not from some old selfish ghost!

‘Thanks Risk. You’re a good kid you know that? All this time I’ve been more like a pervert then a ghost. I wanted her to cheer me up and thought I needed her… But I was wrong. So very wrong. I didn’t need her or her body. I just was looking for someone to cheer me up for someone to hold out their hand and care….” Stan informs to Risk, pouring what was left of his human heart, “Thank you for dealing with me for a whole month…”

Stan shifts within Risk once again this time flowing out of him using his back as a pathway out. Appearing in the window Risk got a good look at the ghost that caused him pain for a whole month. He looked to be in his forties, late thirties. However, Risk could tell no more then just that from the him. Like many ghost his hair, skin, and clothes had tainted to white-ish blue color blurring together and pulling apart. Then disappearing into the air Stan spoke his last words, “Thank you…”

Groaning Risk lifts his right hand up to rub the back of his head as he replies, “Enough old bat no need to thank me that much. After all it’s my job.” With that Risk was on his way again with his right hand back within his pocket hoping that this time he’ll go at least one day without another ghost sharing his body. Being a medium was more trouble then it was worth sometime.


STORY TWO


Aeon walked in the food court with her friends. They dedicated this day as "girls day" in hopes of getting her mind off Jason. Her now ex boyfriend. They had been together since the beginning of Middle school and now in 12th it seems so delusive.

She was there through out his depression. The days he felt alone and empty. The days when the world was his enemy and he was the victim. She was there through it all. He would call her late at night simply just to tell her he missed her. He would always hold her hand and made sure when he was with her no other girl got more attention and more love then his Aeon. Jason would give her presents for no reasons and singed her love songs he written.
He ate at her house almost everyday and would join the family on family vacations. He was her first and he would always give her the satisfaction she needed every time.

"Forever I will always love you. Death would not even tear us.” he will say

"I will love you forever. For eons our love will range" she'll reply back every time.

To think back on those words ached her heart. It was a mistake to leave him. WHY did she leave him? He needed her. He allowed no one near his heart but her.The truth was also she needed him. He knew her better than anyone and even loved her with all her flaws. To think the next guy to come around in her life she would have to start over. Hiding who she truly is in the beginning to slowly show herself bits by bits in hopes he will still love her, but here was Jason, who already knew and accepted.

If he just wasn't so needy! She couldn't go anywhere without him. His eyes follow her every movement. Always staring and waiting, waiting and staring. Always watching!

Some days he would even be outside her window, waiting for her to come out, the next morning. When he slept over her house he would often times watch her sleep. She would awake to his callous eyes, which felt like he was staring into her soul, leaving her breathless often times. "

But it was a small price to pay when you're in love and she was. She loved him even with his flaws. Listening to those around her could have ruin her chance at being happy for the rest of her life and that was something she wasn't willingly to do. Not anymore.

"Aeon? Aeon are you thinking about Jason again?" ask one of her friends.

Aeon was about to open her mouth to speak.

'I am going back to Jason. I love him and he loves me. I can’t stand the thought of knowing he's no longer in my life. Thank you guys for everything. But I know where I belong.' Is what Aeon would have said if she were able to reply.

"Aeon? Aeon are you thinking about Jason again?" Aeon was about to open her mouth to speak when a loud bang rang out. Screams were everywhere and Aeon fell to the floor. she heard the platter of footsteps around her and the skrieks of her friends.


Aeon put her hand to her chest blood beginning to gush out of her mouth.

She would soon die. She focuses her eyesight one last time to see her shooter.

Jason mouthed the words 'Death would not even tear us'.

'For eons our love will range" was her final thought before she died.

Jason made his way to his Aeon.

"Forever Aeon. Wait for me in hell." he put the mouthpiece of the gun to his mouth and pulled the trigger.

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