Being haunted is something you never believed would happen to you. Now you couldn’t necessarily see ghost but you could feel them, touching you or even being in the same room as you. How did you know you were being haunted? Those eyes bore into yours, no matter where you went in the house no matter what you wore. Although sometimes late at night you could see the faint outline of blue eyes staring at you. Ignore, that’s what your friend told you. Lydia Deetz. You and her were roommates in her old house, she can see ghosts, but for some reason she couldn’t see or feel the ghost you did. It was weird but wasn’t with you two?

You had a different style then Lydia, you may as well be a type of Barbie. Your hair was always done so nicely and your outfits were always fashionable. Last night you walked back into your room after class, and you bumped into your desk. A book fell off a shelf, ‘Handbook for The Recently Deceased’ landed in front of you. It was open, the page had what you could only assume was some ritual. Bending down to pick up the book, you felt almost a force try and push you down. A hand set on the small of your back and one sneaking up down your thigh, like they were right behind you. It was cold some parts of these ‘hands’ were colder like the cold body was wearing rings. You didn’t listen or fall to said hand as you stood up, wiping your dress back to how it was. The hands were gone as the book was in your hands.

It was so light in her hand like it wasn’t ment to be held by you, like it was a ghost. You examined the page, it was a ritual. It had some words in Latin, a chant? ‘Ways to Counter A Curse Set on You From Before and Beyond the Grave’. A curse? Maybe you should ask Lydia. She would know. Turning around you saw those eyes again for a second. Your heart racing in your chest as you whipped your head around the room. A flier waved its way towards you reading, ‘Have a stalker? Or feel as s if you’re being watched by the dead? Call me! Beetleguese, say it 3 times and I’ll save ya!’.