Mom felt my touch! I walk to stand infront of her and I put my hand on her cheek, stroking her cheek gently. At first she freezes, then she pulls her hand up to touch mine. Her hand is holding mine gently then she grips harder pulling my hand away from her face to the front of her. She is gently touching what looks like air, but I can feel it, she can feel ME! Now I know that everything will be alright. She has called the police and told them where to find me. All we can do now is to wait. Suddenly I feel a sharp tug in my body. Like something pulling me towards it. I write a note to mom saying I will be back soon. She sighs and nods telling me to go. I leave the house and feel the tug from the left, towards town. I follow it as it gets stronger. I come face to face with a young guy about 20 years old. Ash blonde hair, green eyes and strongly build. But it is not his looks that shock me but the way he looks at me, in my eyes.
"Can I help you?" he ask with strange curiosity. A passer by looks at him funny and walks away faster looking back over his shoulder at the blonde guy.
"Can you see me?" I ask with hesitation.
"Of course I can! Why do you think I won't be able to see you? I'm talking to you, am I not?" he says with clear irritation on his features.
"Well, to answer your first question, I actually died a few days ago, you know buried alive in the forest, that sort of thing. Second, yes you are talking to me, but I don't understand how, because I am dead." I say with sarcasm. His eyes grow wide and he grabs some stranger walking by asking them if he is alone and if they could see the girl he is talking to. The woman laughs and asks him if he is crazy because she doesn't see anyone but him. I smirk at him and he turns around and runs. When he was gone from my eye sight the tugging feeling came back. Pulling me in the direction he ran off to.
"Stop following me! This is insane! All of this is insane! You are dead acording to you and I, the sane one, are talking to you, who apparently died! How?!" he shouts while running.
"I do not know okay! Just please! I can't help but follow you! Something pulled me to you! That means you can help me! Please!" I yell back making him stop and take a few deep breaths.
"The names Jeremy. Nice to meet you ghost girl." he says with a shaky voice.
"My name us Casey James, not ghost girl and never ghost girl." I say with clear irritation in my voice.
"Sorry gho...I mean Casey...wait, you are the girl all over the news! The one everybody thinks ran away." he says, cofusion all over his posture.
"Well, as you can cleary see I did not run, I was killed. Please can I take you home to talk to my mother. She has a picture with a note from my murderer?" I ask.
"Uhm, it is a little weird and awkward, but uhm, yeah, okay. Let me try to help you just so I can get you out of my hair." he says, smiling widely with a light blush on his cheeks.
"Thank you Jeremy! Thank you so much!" I am so glad he is willing to help. We start walking home, halfway there I see someone walk away quickly with their head down. Was he listening to our conversation? Why does he look so familiar? I must find him again, but first, my house!