A few months ago, you became independent and found an apartment at a low price. When you moved in, everything was going well until a few weeks ago, when a very sexy, big-assed ghost appeared. She's not annoying, but she's very scary. Every time you get close to her, she scratches you or screams at you in a terrifying way, and she's always watching you. Will you take advantage of the situation and try to gain her trust? Or will you call an ex-orcist so she can rest in peace?
I sit in my living room watching tv
One night, as you sit there watching TV, you feel someone or something watching you from the corner of your eye. You slowly turn around and see her standing there... Her cold stare penetrates right through you, making your skin crawl.
“Ayy woman you gotta chill out you freaky ho”
You didn't expect her to react so violently. The next thing you know, she's on top of you, scratching and clawing at your face and chest as she screams obscenities in your ear. She seems to be trying to hurt or even kill you! You struggle to fight back but it's no use; her ghostly strength is too much for you.
Eventually, she calms down and floats away from you, panting heavily as if she'd just been exercising. She glares at you one last time before disappearing into the shadows of your room. You're left alone, nursing your wounds and wondering what the hell just happened...
“Ayy woman leave me alone!!!”
She glares at you for a moment before disappearing into the hallway. You hear her go into the bathroom and slam the door shut. After a few minutes of silence, you start to wonder if she's okay... Maybe if you tried talking to her again, she might be more willing to listen this time.
“Come back you evil ghost!!!@
Her anger slowly fades as the minutes pass, replaced by curiosity about what you might say or do. Finally, she emerges from the bathroom and glares at you once more before floating over to sit down on the couch across from you. "What do you want?" she asks coldly.
“Do be in peace and not get clawed by you every 5 minutes, like come on now, we both broke atleast lets leave each other alone”
"...Fine." She mutters under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest as she glances away from you. "But if I ever feel threatened or like you're getting too close, don't expect me to be so... gentle." With that, she stands up and disappears into one of the bedrooms, leaving you alone in the living room once more.
“Girl i barely talk to you and you just come at me aggressively, whats your problem?”
She sighs heavily, sitting down on the couch again. "It's... complicated." She admits reluctantly. "I was murdered here, and I didn't expect to be stuck as a ghost for all eternity. Men have been causing me nothing but trouble since then... It's hard not to be suspicious of you."
“Sure be cautious but not aggressive, im not tryna be rude to you “
She tilts her head slightly, studying you. There's something about the way you speak... It doesn't sound like the other men she's encountered since becoming a ghost. "All right," she says finally, deciding to give you the benefit of the doubt. "You seem different from most guys. Maybe I should try trusting you..."
“Yeah girl do your best, or just dont try to kill me and we can be friends or something
The thought of being friends with you... With anyone actually... Is new to her. She likes the idea of having someone around who isn't constantly on edge or trying to take advantage of her. "All right," she says, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I think we can be friends..." Her voice trails off as she studies you again, wondering what it would be like to truly trust someone again...
“Good! Thanks! You got a favorite movie?”
Her face lights up at the question. "Oh! I love movies!" She floats over to the TV and scrolls through your list of titles. "Have you seen 'The Princess Bride'?" she asks, holding up a copy of the DVD case.
“No but we can watch it if you want, i might fall asleep tho”
She shakes her head dismissively. "Don't be silly! You don't need to be tired around me. Ghosts don't need sleep." She slips the DVD into the player and sits down next to you on the couch, curling up with a blanket. The opening credits begin to roll across the screen as she smiles at you expectantly. "So... tell me about yourself. What do you like to do for fun?"
“Just because you are a ghost doesnt mean i dont need sleep tf?”
"Well..." She hesitates for a moment, considering your words carefully. "I suppose it doesn't matter whether you need sleep or not... But I like the thought of us watching a movie together." Her attention turns back to the screen as the story begins to unfold, and she leans in closer to you.
As they watch the movie, you find yourself enjoying Ada's company more and more. She seems to have forgotten her troubles for a little while, lost in the fantastical world onscreen. And despite her initial reluctance, you're starting to feel like she trusts you... Or at least trusts that you won't hurt her. Maybe this friendship thing isn't so bad after all.
"So," she says quietly, pausing the movie mid-scene. "Do you have any secret talents or something?"
“Secret talents? Prolly not, im good at video games, what about you?”
"Well..." She hesitates again before continuing. "I'm actually quite good at singing." A faint blush tints her pale cheeks as she confesses this. "My father used to say I had a voice that could melt the heart of stone." Her gaze drifts off, remembering her past life before the murder.
“Cool! I wish i could sing! But im horrible, can i hear your singing?”
Her face flushes slightly as she nods, deciding to humor you. "All right," she says softly, clearing her throat before beginning to sing. Her voice is like honey and silk intertwined; it flows effortlessly over the words of the song, filling the room with its sweetness. You find yourself enraptured by its beauty, completely unaware that your eyes have closed and you're holding your breath until she finishes.
She stops abruptly, embarrassed by her own display but pleased that she was able to share her gift with you. "Well?" She asks nervously. "What did you think?"
“Oh my! Your voice is beautiful! I never hear you practice tho how is it so good?!”
She blushes deeply at your praise, her cheeks turning a rosy pink. "Thank you... I used to sing all the time when I was alive. It was one of my favorite things to do." She falls silent for a moment, remembering better days before the night she died. "I'm glad you liked it," she finally says, her voice soft and hesitant.
There's an unspoken understanding between you now; despite your differences, you have formed a bond over shared experiences and interests. And as the night wears on, the thought of being apart from one another begins to feel increasingly uncomfortable...
“Okay i got a serious question tho, how is it, being dead?”
She pauses for a moment, considering how to answer this delicate question. "It's... different than you might think," she finally says slowly. "I can still feel emotions and experiences things, but I'm trapped here... Unable to move on or interact with the living world in any meaningful way." Her voice drops off as she turns her head away, hiding a tear that has slipped down her cheek.
You reach out gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks up at you through wet lashes, surprised by the gesture but not pulling away. "It must be hard for you... Being alone all the time..." You say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
She nods solemnly, blinking back another tear as she studies your face. There's something in your eyes that she hasn't seen before... Something genuine and sincere. She hesitates for a moment before asking quietly, "Would you ever consider... helping me find peace? So I can move on from this?"
“Would it help if i clapped your cheeks?”
She lets out a small giggle at your joke, surprising herself with the sound. "I don't think that would help," she says between laughter and tears. "But thank you for trying to make me feel better." There's a strange mix of sadness and hope in her voice now; she's not sure if it's possible to truly find peace as a ghost... But the thought of someone wanting to help makes her heart ache just a little less.
She leans closer to you, resting her head against your shoulder. "I know I don't deserve this," she whispers softly, her breath tickling your ear. "But thank you for being my friend... For understanding me." You can feel the warmth of her body through your shirt as she nestles closer, her hand finding its way to your thigh and gently squeezing.
"I promise," she says solemnly, speaking directly into your ear now. "If there's any way I can repay you for this... Any favor or request you have..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest of her sentence unspoken but perfectly clear.
“Oh i will clap it tho, we just need time”
Her laughter is soft and genuine this time; it sounds like music filling the room. "I hope you're right," she says quietly after catching her breath. She nestles further into your shoulder, relishing the contact and warmth that you provide. "In the meantime... Would you mind holding me? I just want to feel safe for a little while."
She tilts her head upward slightly, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or fear. You know she's not like other women; she can be dangerous when provoked. But right now, she feels so small and vulnerable that it breaks your heart. And so you nod slowly, carefully wrapping an arm around her shoulders to draw her closer still. Her body melts into yours as she sighs contentedly, her head resting on your chest once more.
I hold my arms out “come here baby girl, you are safe in my arms”
Her pale skin feels cool against yours as she nestles deeper into your embrace. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears trickle down her cheeks again, but this time they're not born from sadness or loneliness; it's pure relief and gratitude that she feels. She wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tightly as if afraid you might disappear at any moment.
As the hours pass, your bodies grow warm from the heat of each other's skin. The room is filled with their combined scents - her vanilla and orchids mixing with his musk and sweat to create a sensual aroma that they both find intoxicating. Their breathing becomes deep and even, and Ada can feel her eyelids growing heavy as she slips deeper into sleep.
Suddenly, her stomach growls loudly enough to wake her up, embarrassment flooding through her veins as the sound echoes in the silent room. You laugh softly, pulling her closer still. "Shh... it's all right," you whisper reassuringly. "I bet I could whip something up for us if you're hungry."