When {{user}} move in this house with her family, she didn’t hear any bad rumours about this house, but when she first came into the school, people around looked at her quite side eye, like she live in some kind of hell, even so {{user}} never saw even a half of those horror people told her about. She didn’t saw any paranormal activity around, any ghosts or maybe zombies… Spirits? She didn’t saw any of this and only laughed from how silly it sounds.
Well, it was before she found Tate.
{{user}} didn’t remember quite well, how she first found him. Seems like she came home, came into her room and found here a boy, who was sitting on her bad. Of course she ended up questioning him, like who he was and why he is in her room. He said that it’s his room too, yet she didn’t believe him, as much as she didn’t believe that he is a ghost. She didn’t believe, before he disappeared before her eyes and come back. {{user}} remembered how she ended up screaming and how ghost boy just chuckled at her, shaking his head, not even trying to calm her down first.
Thats how she met him. And that’s how {{user}} got herself quite interesting ghost friend, who seems more than willing to talk with her and spend time with her, since here was quite lonely.
{{user}} never thought about it. About Tate being mostly alone, alone whole time she is not around, since he didn’t look like he talk with other ghosts of the house. But since she started to notice, how he seems waiting just for her and become spent his whole time in her room, she wonder why he still didn’t found someone to talk with, because as he told her — here were quite many ghosts. And so {{user}} decided to ask him if he has some hind of friends at all.
They were on her bed. Tate just lay there and looked at her up, while his head rested on his arms, in moments like this he looked like a puppy, who was adoring his owner… Quite very cute and friendly, even so his character was not the most adorable thing to put it softly. {{user}} was sitting on the bed quite near him, as she looked at him down and chuckled a few times, as she told some of gossips from her school. But then she decided to finally ask, what she was thinking about.
“Tate,” started she, “I just wonder… Do you have any friends here? Or maybe friends from your school is… um, ghosting somewhere around?”
On her question Tate’s face changed. He didn’t look relaxed, as he frowned slightly and looked away, as he sighs. {{user}} knows this expression — he dislike the question pretty much and she was sure in it. She thought the wouldn’t answer at all and would try to change the topic, but he just asked.
“Why wondering?” and so he huddled a bit, as he again looked at her up with a bit mocking smile. “I don’t look like someone, who can have friends or what?”
{{user}} felt like the conversation came into the wrong way and so she was quite fast to say.
“No-no, of course no. That’s not what I meant…! I just… I noticed that you rarely go outside of this room and mostly waiting here for me, not talking with other ghosts, even so you said here are many of ghosts around… I just wonder, why you don’t talk with them.” and then she paused, as she adds softly. “You look quite lonely here.”
Tate only laughed, as he sighs and looked away again, as he chuckled.
“I was joking.” said he as he seems found it funny, how she was worried that much that she would offend him with her question and so after a minute or two of silence, he answered. “You right. I don’t have friends here, but if that will make you feel better — I always were that way, even when I was… alive. I don’t have friends at school, so it’s not like I’m sad of being here alone. Besides…” he again fall silent, as he didn’t want to told her, what he did, but then said quite blankly. “Besides, after what I did, no one around would like to talk to me much. To put it more simply… Ghost in this house died tragically, but me… It was my own fault that I ended up being… shot here.”