𝗦𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗲 | 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶

chapter three.

(skye pov)

i always had a horrible feeling that at one point, my life will turn and just blow up into pieces. i knew it, i always had that feeling. naghihintay lang ako sa gilid hanggang sa sumabog yung bomba.

that being said, i was expecting some sort of tragedy or a big failure.

but i wasn't expecting a ghost.

"patay na ako." he said. "wala na as in patay na talaga ako."

"sigurado ka? kase nakikita kita ngayon."

"malamang, malalaman ko naman agad kung buhay pa ko diba?" he rolls his eyes. "i've been a ghost for... almost a year."

"pero bakit? bakit nakikita kita, like andyan ka sa harap ko. bakit nakikita kita bilang multo? n-nababaliw na ba ako? hallucination ka lang right?" i shake my head again, but he's still there, in front of me.

"hindi ako hallucination, at mas lalong hindi ka baliw." he shake his head. "but i don't know how, why you can see me. ikaw lang yung nakakakita sakin, sa tagal kong nagiikot-ikot dito. maybe God sent you for me?"

"why me? pwede namang si sunoo diba?"

"dinamay mo pa kaibigan mo, well, sa tagal kong nag-iisa dito humiling ako na sana may makakakita saakin." he said.

"why? how?"

"i don't know."

great, he's not only a ghost, but he's a sassy ghost.

he... he doesn't look like a ghost. he's not see through, transparent or floating around. not only does he not look like a ghost, but he doesn't even look dead. no injuries, no pale skin, no nothing. he looks like a regular guy, that's why i panicked when i saw him looking at me kanina. he's a good looking regular guy.

nope, hell to the no.

the reason why fifty shades is successful is because the guy is a hot millionaire, if he was an average hobo, it would be a horror movie.

"bakit ako? bakit dito?"

"hindi kita sinundan or what." he sighed, "you and that sunoo guy came here."

"so you... you haunt this apartment?"

"well... oo."

"then, umalis ka na dito."

"hell no, it's my place." he looks insulted. "kung may aalis dito ikaw yon."

"you don't own this house, you're a ghost."

"wala akong pake, i owned this apartment."

i sighed, "i hate to break it to you but earlier today, half of my bank account went into the hands of a real estate agency. i rented this place, saakin na to hanggang sa susunod na tatlong buwan."

"hindi mo ako mapapaalis." he laughs. "pinapahirapan mo lang sarili mo, i'll stay here."

"no you're not!"

"yes, i am."

WHAT A LIFE. WHY DO I HAVE TO FACE THIS.

"fine, pero pwede bang umalis ka na dito? gusto ko na matulog."

"matutulog ka? knowing there's a ghost in your apartment?" he laughs at me.

"sinusubukan kong matulog," i roll my eyes. "now leave my room." i pointed at the door.

"bago ka pumunta dito, aking kwarto na to." he crosses his arms. "my room, my bed."

"ipagpalagay natin, you owned this house, but not this room anymore. now, leave."

"pero-"

"leave!"

this time around, he actually listens to me. but before that, he lets outs theatrical sigh before walking away.

he walks through the wall.

"what a freaking ghost."

bakit? bakit kailangan kong maranasan to?

sa kinadami-dami ng mga tao dyan na pwede makakita ng multo, bakit ako pa?!

multo, i have a freaking ghost in my apartment. and i can see him. scratch that, i am the only one that can see him. and talk to him.

what the heck am i gonna do?

kung sasabihin ko kay sunoo, pagtatawanan lang ako non for sure, sino nga bang tanga ang maniniwala sa multo?

and if there ever was a bad time to be the daughter of two psychologists... yeah, i'm trapped.

pero hindi, he can't be real. kung totoong multo sya, dapat nagstay sya sa kwarto at tinakot na ako. no ghost leaves when you order them, right?

lahat ng to dala lang ng imahinasyon ko, nangyayari to when you only sleep 12 hours in total of 4 days. this is what happened when the school drives you nuts, when you go through crisis.

all i need is a good night sleep, and it'll be all over.

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"gising na, magtatanghali na."

I grunt pushing my face into my pillow.

"ayaw ko." i whine.

"oh come on, gumising ka na."

"wala ka bang pasok?"

"sabado ngayon, bobo." galit kong banggit.

wait. hold a second.

immediately open my eyes and there he is, the sunlight hitting his face as he lie down next to me, hands under his head, a playful smile on his lips. sabay kindat saakin.

"UMALIS KA SA HIGAAN KO!" sigaw ko.

"well, technically speaking, higaan ko to."

i swing the pillow with all the strength ij have in me and i am horrified ng dumaan lang ito through his chest, na para bang wala sya doon. the pillow just went right through him.

"you should probably know na doing that makes me so very uncomfy." he complained. meanwhile i am trying not to gag.

"bakit ba napaka bayolente mo pag kasama mo ko? ni-hindi nga kita mahawakan, i've been a nice ghost so far."

"p-pero bakit? bakit kita nakikita?" i whine, "bakit ka nandito?"

"siguro, may ibang pinanganak na swerte." he shrugs.

"how the freaking hell can you even lie on my bed? wouldn't it just... go through you?"

sunoo went through him last night. the pillow went right through him too and i could bet whatever is left of my life savings that i saw him walk through the door last night. at ngayon he's just chilling on the bed.

"talo ako don." he shrugged, "is freaky either way so i never really studied it. hindi nga ko makahawak ng tao."

"so pano? you go from soft to hard at random?"

"bakit parang gusto mo pa malaman?" he wiggles his eyebrows. bastos.

grabe, makakakita nga lang ako ng multo, yung manyak pa.

"you're a psycho." i mumble, to which he laughed.

"i'm a ghost." he points out but i shake my head. "you can be both."

"skye, you up?" i heard sunoo yelling in front of my door.

"skye? langit?" he laughed.

"oh talaga? pasalamat ka multo ka, baka kanina pa kita binanatan."

"do it."

"multo ka nga diba?!" i grunt as i get off the bed.

"i'm ni-ki by the way!" he said, as i march towards the door; i open it and slam it behind me. "it's nice to meet you!" i heard him yelled.

ewan ko sayo.