Writing on the Wall

My name is Lyra. I am 17. I don't remember my family, my friends or the boy I once loved. I only know one thing. I am dead.


4. Encounter

The doorbell rings. Then I hear a voice through the mailbox, "Anybody home? It's Callum. I got an email saying to come over quickly."

My cold, still heart leaps with delight. He's here! But I can't open the door.

I glide into the hallway and notice a bare wall beside the stairs. I trace over it with my finger pretending I'm writing a message. I turn to look at the front door. There is a key in the lock. Do ghosts have magic of some sort? I concentrate on the key and will it to turn. Nothing happens. I glare at it and try again. This time it turns with a click. The front door slowly creaks open. Callum is standing in the doorway. He looks confused and a little nervous. I want to throw my arms around him but I don't know why. Maybe it was what I did when I was alive.

He slowly steps into the hallway and looks round. Suddenly, he gasps in shock. I follow his gaze to the bare wall. Only it's not bare anymore. There is a message written on it. As if it had been traced with a finger.

" Callum,
Please help me.

I look back at him. He is looking at me. Not through me. At me.

"Lyra?" he murmurs, "Is that you? I thought you were dead."
Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...