Chapter 5: The Red-Dressed Ghost
The ghost wore a red dress and looked terrifying.
Her eyes glowed, her hair wild. She hovered inches above the ground, grinning with sharp teeth.
But I was anxious, so I rushed over and grabbed her.
I lunged forward, grabbing her wrist. My hand passed through hers at first, cold and slippery like melting ice.
“You… Why are you following her?”
My voice trembled, but I stood tall, trying to sound brave. My hands shook so badly I thought I’d fade away, but I held on anyway. If I let go, who would protect Lila?
She hissed, eyes narrowing. “Where did this little ghost come from, meddling in other people’s business?”
I said it firmly, even though my voice wobbled at the word ‘sister.’ “It’s not meddling—she’s… she’s my little sister.”
She arched an eyebrow, snorting with laughter.
She cackled, swirling in the air. “But the way they look at you, it’s like you’re their enemy.”
“That’s because they misunderstood. They think it’s me following my little sister that made her sick.”
I tried to explain, voice tight with frustration. “I just wanted to keep her safe.”
I stamped my foot, glaring back. “It’s not fair. They don’t even know I’m here to help.”
“Then why would they think that? Are you a bad kid?”
Her question stung more than I expected. I bit my lip, shaking my head.
She looked me up and down, nose wrinkled like she’d stepped in something rotten.
“I… I’m not a bad kid.”
My voice was small, almost lost in the wind.
She sneered, “Let go of me, or I’ll eat you in one bite, little ghost.”
Her eyes flashed red. I gulped, but held on tighter, determined not to let her win.
But I still didn’t let go.
I braced my feet, digging into the dirt, my arms wrapped tight around her waist.
No matter how she hit or kicked me, I held on tight.
She clawed at my arms, but I just squeezed harder, refusing to give in.
She was furious. “It’s useless for you to protect her. Even if I don’t take her as a substitute, she won’t live past seven.”
Her words made my chest go tight. I clung to her harder, my mind racing.
“She has a heavy burden on her. If it’s not resolved, she won’t survive past seven.”
The ghost’s smile turned sly, eyes glinting in the moonlight.
“What burden?”
I asked, desperate for answers, anything that might help Lila.
The ghost smiled slyly. “Not telling you.”
She slipped out of my grip like smoke, vanishing into the shadows before I could shout after her.