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She
made two kissing sounds, and hung up.
    Listening to silence on the other side of the
line made me painfully aware of my surroundings and solitude all
over again. Talking to Mom made me forget my situation for a
moment. Now every sound seemed enhanced. Fridge humming, TV making
some cracking noises here and there, a distant bird chirping, and a
feeling I wasn't that alone as I previously thought.
Suddenly, I felt queasy. I looked around the house, but nothing
seemed to imply someone was indeed there. Lastly, checking out my
bedroom, and seeing it was empty, I smiled at my own paranoia, and
sighed out loud, saying: “When did I become so paranoid?” to a
teddy bear on my bed. As expected, teddy had no comment.
    “Since I appeared,” a steady, deep male voice
said behind my back.
    I jumped violently, screamed, and slammed my
back against the wall. My heart fought to pop out through my mouth.
As soon as my brain managed to decode what was in front of me,
anger took over.
    “What's wrong with you?!” I yelled at my
ghost stalker. “Do you get a kick out of scaring the crap out of
me?”
    “No,” he said calmly, and I examined his face
for any trace of a sly grin. None was present.
    “Dead or not, I seriously doubt that you
don't know what happens when you creep up on someone,” I wanted to
smack him. Anger consumed me. “Couldn't you knock, or
something?”
    “I would have, if I had planned this to
happen,” just like before, his face revealed zero emotion. Was he
human at all? Before he died, I mean. That self control was
out-of-worldly.
    “Oh, please! Don't even try to sell me some
crap about it being a matter of life or death, no-time-to-knock
kind of emergency—”
    “—I'd never,” he cut me off, his eyes
flaring, “And it's not like that. I was snapped back here,” he
snapped his fingers, “ That —I have no control over,” he
turned his back on me, and hovered toward the window. “It's not all
about you, you know...” His voice lowered.
    Oh, crap! His remark made me feel embarrassed
for a moment, but then I thought about it, and said, “Sorry, but
sudden popping ghost stalker in my room does make it all about
me .”
    “You'll have to deal with it,” he turned back
around, and fixed his gaze on me. “And make it quick, so we can
start figuring this mess out. I waited long enough.”
    “What?! That's plain rude! What if I don't
want to play your sick little game? I didn't ask for this, and I
don't want you here,” I hissed, grinding my teeth.
    “You think I chose this?!” Finally, some
emotion on that face. I hit a nerve! “I have a body to find. My
body! Not play games with a brat!”
    Oh no, he didn't just call me a brat!? “You
misjudged yourself there. I don't need you , I have a
body, and I don't want you here. So get the hell out, the same way
you came in!” Out of all paranormal stalkers, I got the arrogant
one. Apparently, fate had given him Adonis looks, but a crappy ego
to go along.
    “As you wish,” he bowed sarcastically with a
smirk, and hovered out through my bedroom door.
    “That's not the way you came in!” I yelled,
and slammed the door behind him.
    I was pissed beyond reason. That arrogant
prick! Who does he think he is, calling me a brat? As if paranormal
stalkers are girl’s everyday thing...nothing to be scared of. Oh,
no, normal routine Lyra. How dare you question his motives?!
Pfff... Haunt me forever; see if I care! I marched up and down
my room fueled by anger. No-one ever called me a brat—that was
Queen Bee’s description. He couldn’t have offended me more.
    Mom arrived a bit later than I expected. She
got tied up at work; some accident—she explained. I needed time to
cool off anyway. Mom and I talked about everything, and if I wanted
to hide something from her, especially as big as this, I had to
keep my emotions on a tight leash, or she’d read me like a
magazine. We dug in an xxl sized ice-cream and talked a bit about
what was bothering me, but