Never Alone Version Two

I'm writing Never Alone, my first completed Movella, again as I want to make it even better. I might even send it to a publisher. Here goes...

After a young thrillseeker gets bored in the summer holidays, she comes up with a fun-sounding, if strictly illegal, boredom-buster. Break into, and take photos of, some celebrities homes. Will Smiths' place= Too easy. Casa de Jennifer Aniston= She could do it blindfolded. However, a dare from her best friend leaves her getting caught by the owner of Mansion Number 3. If that wasn't scary enough, the owner died when she was 12.

Now, 15-year-old Diana has a huge secret to hide, and an even bigger one to uncover. Both could leave her the same way as her ghostly companion.


18. An Arranged Meet-Up


"And that, was the scariest thing, that has ever happened to me." I said, dropping the torch from my chin. I'd been telling ghost stories with the kids in my cabin, and I'd told them the story of the celebrity break-ins.

It had been years since my encounter with the Illuminati, and things had changed. I was still very close to my ghostly friend, and I'd managed to get a job as a camp councillor and abseiling instructor at Goldenarrow camp. Stacey had made up with me, and life was going good.

"Boring! Ghosts don't exist, and that never happened." Rhonda said, lying back on her bunk. She's 10 years old, and a sceptic in sandals. She believes nothing, unless she sees it herself.

"Oh really! Well, remember the frostbite burn that I got off the wound?" I asked.


"Yeah, well it's still there." I held out my left hand, exposing the reddish, blackish scar on my ring finger. It won't ever go away, and to be honest, I don't want it to.

"Whoa." Three other girls in my cabin, Lucy, Alice and Rachel, said in unison. Their eyes as wide as saucers. Clearly I had some believers.

"Faked. You probably did that with marker pen, just to scare me. It didn't work though." Rhonda said, as arrogance in argyle ribbons.

"Oh really. Explain the scar on my palm, from the needle." I replied, as she was really annoying me.

"Faked too. Everything you've said is a lie."

I got to my feet, knocking various pillows off me. I was going to show her that ghosts exist, with a little help.

"Backing off, are you? Can't stand that someone revealed you as a liar?"

"You know, I've known Diana for years, and she has never lied about me, at all."

At those words, Rhonda jumped up and pinned herself to the far wall, eyes wide and shaking. It was understandable, as TG had appeared next to her. He was ok with other people knowing he existed these days, as it meant he could have more fun.

"Wha-What are you? I di-didn't m-mean it. I be-believe in g-ghosts! Honest, I do!" She stammered, shaking like a leaf. I probably reacted in the same way when I first met him.

"Glad to hear that you believe in ghosts, which I am, and I finally managed to scare someone. I scared Diana ages ago, but she didn't admit it." He replied, crossing the small cabin to stand by me. Rhonda never took her eyes off him; I think she was terrified by him.

"I did admit it, when you pinned me down." I replied, playfully nudging him in the side.

"Yeah, but you only admitted being scared about the first meeting. You said nothing about the clifftop appearance, the mirror writing, the piano stunt, or the fake demon." He replied, slipping a kindly arm around me.

"That's because none of those things were at all scary." I replied.

"Oh really? The banging on the door when you spotted my fake demon didn't mean you were scared? Like I believe that." He moved his arm around my neck, so I was in a headlock.

"You remember that, but you don't remember what happened to you when you last put me in a headlock."

He let go of me pretty quickly then. After all, my teeth are even sharper now that I'd had braces. He should know; he was there when they got put on, and taken off again a few years later.

"That was a bit unfair though."

"What was?" Rhonda asked. Apparantley, my banter with a ghost was much more interesting than the story of how we met.


"I tried to explain the situation to Diana, but she fought me off. I thought I'd gotten her to stop, by putting her in a headlock, but put it this way. Her teeth are really sharp."

"I thought you were going to kill me!"

"Yeah right, like I'd do that. I'd scare you for a laugh, but not deliberately."

"Good to know. But it's 10 minutes to 10, so you lot all know what that means." I said to my campers. Goldenarrow has a strict lights-out-by-10 protocol, and I don't want to get fired for breaking it.

"Aww, come on! I bet you'll stay up for hours talking." Rhonda moaned.

"Just because you lot now know I speak to ghosts, doesn't mean I'll do it all night. I've spent every night with him since I was 15, and I don't talk all night."

There were assorted complaints, as my campers climbed into their bunks. They've happened every night, with every set of campers I've had, for years now.

"Right, lights out in 5 minutes. You ought to know the drill by now."

I left the girls with these words, before going back into my room. Counsellors get seperate rooms in the cabins, but they're about the size of a closet. Sitting on my bed, I felt the familiar protection of ghostly arms around me.

"Life's good, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's good. It always will be, you know that." I replied.

"Yeah, I know that. Mind if I ask you something?"

"Ask away."

"If something happened, which meant you couldn't see me again, would you be...not exactly ok, but could you cope?"

That's very difficult. I probably would be a nervous wreck for a good month or so, but after that, I'm not too sure. "I..guess so. Are you trying to tell me something?"

"No...not at all! Just...making sure you'll be ok in the future."

Something was up, and not just the sky. He was...different. There was something different about him, that wasn't there before. A slightly darker shadow to him, something missing that was there before? For the life of me, I couldn't place what it was.

"If you're sure, then I believe you."

"I'm sure. You couldn't do me a favour though?"

"Depends on what it is."

"When's your next day off?"

"Tomorrow, why'd you ask?"

"Well, if it's ok with you, could you meet me tomorrow. There's a few things I'd like to show you before..."

"Where do you want me to meet you?" I asked, artfully ignoring the "before..." part. Something told me it was a sensitive subject, and I shouldn't ask.

"Where we first met, where else?"

He had a point there. That place was pretty important to both of us, so where else would we meet? After all, he died there, and I nearly died of fright.

"Alright, I'll meet you there as soon as possible tomorrow."

He smiled then, and I completely forgot about something being wrong. He was more than the closest friend, and more than the most caring parent. He was both.

"I'm so glad I accepted that dare."

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