Hope no one sees me. I thought as I walked up to the house. Instinctively, I searched my pockets for my house keys, as I have always done. I then came to the realization that I’m a ghost and therefore didn’t need keys to get in.
I touched the door to see if I could phase through it. My eyes went wide when my hand was met with solid wood. How can I still have the ability to touch when I’m lying in a coffin? “It was I who brought you back to life.” The woman said. “Why?” I asked. “I’m not some puppet that you can control!” I yelled, my anger getting the better of me.
“I am giving you a second chance. To remedy the mistakes that you have made and to live life without regret.” The woman said, her voice echoed through the cloudy sky. “What makes you think I deserve a second chance?” I asked dejectedly, my anger deflating. “Everyone deserves a second chance, my dear. Even you.” The woman crooned.
I then turned to face the door, unsure as to how I’m going to get inside. “You’ll find your keys in your left pocket.” The woman quipped. “Okay, you can get out of my head now.” I said with a hint of sarcasm. I put my hand in my left pants pocket and pulled out a set of familiar looking keys, faux amethyst key ring and all.
Putting the main house key inside the lock, I opened my front door and went inside. “Hello? Anybody home?” I hollered in a sing-song voice. My question was met with nothing but silence as I closed the door behind me, locking it out of habit. Hmm. No one is home. Guess I’ll just do whatever I want. I thought as I went upstairs to my room.