Ghost

She was drawn to him. She knew he had been watching her since the day she moved in. It was him; she knew that too, even she had never seen her watcher. But he was always there when she entered the room. Nowhere else, but here- in the house.
And no one else had that feeling like being watched. At first she felt it disturbing - really disturbing.
Imagine yourself being watched by a stranger. She tried to talk to her parents about it, but was given cold shoulder. Her sister thought she felt like being watched, too, but after a while, the feeling fade away and in the end, she thought there was something strongly wrong with her sister.
However, she knew she had been watched - day-by-day. Always from the same spots - in the kitchen from the corner, where usually was a small chair for her dad to smoke his pipe; in her room from the seat in front of the window; in living room from the northern corner or western corner... But the feeling perished, when she went outside, like the watcher couldn't follow her there. She was quite glad about that.
But after a while she kind of liked that. She wasn't the most popular girl in the school and it gave her a feeling like being wanted. There was nothing wrong with her looks, but her sister didn't keep her mouth shut and the whole school thought she was nuts for sensing the ghosts. It wasn't the only reason as well. She couldn't understand exactly why, but after a while she took it as usual thing having a man like that around.
She even brought an extra chair in her room in front of the fire place. Actually it was huge arm-chair with footrest in front of it. It was covered with leather, both the chair and the footrest. She never sat in the arm - chair, like keeping it to someone else. At first it was empty, he still sat in the seat next to a window, but after the snowing started he sat in the chair. She sensed it and it gave her confidence.
Also, she never looked up in the chair, like being afraid of what she might see. It is impolite to stare, she thought. He didn't seem to mind. She always found something to do and a reason to sit in front of the fireplace and making fire. Actually, the last part was easy, because it was the only source of warmness in the room.
One day it was really bad cold outside and the fire didn't give enough warm in the room. It was chilly. They were sitting by the fireplace again and she tried to keep warm, but with no luck. Her scarf was on the bed. After a while, she was thinking of getting the scarf from the bed and tried to stand up, but felt a warm hand on her shoulder, like saying, DON'T! She didn't get up, but stared into the fire. Next she felt her scarf on her shoulders. She sat up and smiled thankfully into the fire. It was the first time he had ever touched her.



It was really bad day. It was raining outside and she had really bad mood. After another fallout with her sister she rushed into the room like a hurricane and slammed the door so the whole house could hear it and threw herself on the bed.
He was standing in front of the window and stared her with surprise.
She was feeling down and started to cry. Not because of the fight itself but because of the fact her sister had been right. She tried to hide her tears but the emotions were far too great to handle. She looked around her and saw the music centre in one corner. Without thinking, she ran to it and chose the worst radio station and turned to volume to maximum. Then she grinned, wiped her tears away and went back to bed
But he wasn't going to put up with that. The sound was really loud and it disturbed him, so he turned it down again.
She stared at the place she'd sensed him, then ran to the music centre to turn on the volume again
He turned it down
They went on like that for quite a while, till he made a strange move and hit her - so hard that she fell against the bed.
She stared him with fear.
He was standing there, with a face she'd never seen before. In fact, it was the first time she saw him at all. But only for a moment. And then she noticed a glance of regret in his eyes and he became invisible again. She could still sense him though.
"Get out!" she yelled and after a second she didn't feel his presence anymore. She burst in tears of rage, grabbed a book and threw it towards something that was made of plastic and metal.
She stayed in her room for the whole evening, trying to get some sleep, but not succeeding.
It was before midnight when she felt him close her again. She pretended to be sleeping, with all of her senses strung.
He came closer and knelt in front of her bed without saying a word. But she knew he was feeling sorry with all his heart.
She opened her eyes and tried to look at the place she thought his eyes would be. She didn't want to fight with him.
She sat up and stared him. Her back still hurt from the collapse with bed but she knew that pain was nothing compared to the pain he was feeling.
"I'm sorry," she finally said, ?I never meant to do it."
She felt a tear running down her cheek. Suddenly she found herself in a warm embrace, two hands held her stronger and stronger. His aroma, a somewhat strange mixture of wood oils and something sensual, filled the room.
She didn't want to let go, but she felt tired, both physically and mentally and fell asleep.
He covered her with a blanket and went to the music centre that was broken into pieces. He murmured something and it was intact once again. Grinning, he chose a song he thought to be appropriate
"ROCK ME, BABY..."
She smiled through her dream.



She never asked him anything. She didn't feel like needing it.
One night they were sitting by the fireplace again. It was close to Christmas and the place was decorated with lots of fir branches, ears of corn and strawflowers. She didn't have any classical glass balls- she hated them. But she liked candles and you could see them everywhere- on the window, on the tables, on the fireplace.
She was sitting in front of the fireplace on the seat as usual and read a book, when he came there and sat in the arm-chair. He looked at her for long time. It was like magic he had seen long time ago. But now it was here again. He watched her.
She was wearing a long green dress with strait sleeves and nice ornament. As she moved, her gown rose and showed under-gown bright as snow with simple lace fringing it. The sleeves lay open the same kind of lace and he could also see it around her neck. Around her was a scarf. Her hair were loosely braided and tied with ribbon green as the dress.
A small white rat was sleeping on her dress' fringe. She got it as a birthday gift from her step-brother, who was living in London. The rat was then about 3 weeks old. Now it was twice that age. She didn't feel like hiding the rat in a cage, so it lived in a small box near her bed. It would have loved sleeping on her pillow, but he didn't allow it and the rat, who also sensed his appearance in the room didn't like doing opposite his recommendations. It usually hurt like hell if it did.
She named the rat Red, because of a small red stripe on its forehead.
But the rat wasn't the only animal there- there was also a large, rugged Anatolian Shepherd Dog sleeping next to his chair. He was powerful and impressive with his 55 kg weight and height of 74 cm-s. He looked like a huge mocca coffee with dark spots, which were, in his case, ears and nose.
The dog didn't show any disturbance of having a ghost around. At first he did, but seeing her Mistress so calm about the whole situation, he decided to do the same. He didn't even move, when he touched his fur.
He looked towards her again and noticed, why she had been so quiet and didn't turn page, even she must have been finished it by that time. She was sleeping. Calmly and serene, having that strange look on her face, like seeing something nice in her dreams.
Suddenly he heard a silent knocking on the door. Her brother had arrived and came to say hello.
He rose from the chair and looked tat young man who entered the room.
Her brother looked like coming from forest, where he probably did. The dog didn't move much, only raised his head too view the intruder. Seeing it was her brother, he was pouncing his tail few times, receiving nice patting on his head, and slept on. He smiled seeing this pretty sight. The mouse looked at him too, but didn't move an inch.
He didn't wake her, but left the room quietly. Before closing the door he looked around the room and smiled mysteriously, then put his finger on his lips and whispered "Ss?". All that time he looked at the place, where the ghost was standing. Then he left.
He was stunned. Till now he thought no-one besides her could see him. Now he wasn't so sure.