• I lived there.
    It was my favorite place.
    I was always there.
    Standing by the gate.
    But, I never talked.
    As long as I stood in that spot, no one would find me.
    It was like my own world.
    I always thought about it.
    There were ghosts here too.
    They didn't scare me.
    I had a normal life.
    Until he came.
    I was standing, as still as a ghost.
    He was on a bike.
    He came zooming through my world.
    I had to ask.
    "Do you believe in ghosts?" I asked.
    "No," He said.
    Oh, then I guess, that white hand on your shoulder is just my imagination," I said, noticing a ghost hand on his shoulder.
    He seemed to look over his shoulder, then he rushed away.
    I stared after him.
    He went off a cliff.
    My eyes widened.
    He came back up.
    I was relieved.
    I did not see him for some time.
    I only stood in that spot.
    I knew he would come back.
    And he did.
    I asked him the question again.
    He said yes.
    I finally disappeared.
    After all those years of standing, halfway between the real world and the ghost world.
    Lavender Town.