Chapter 12: Seeing Ghosts 2
"I’m going crazy," Matthew mumbled before slapping his face. This would be the twelfth time since he washed his face in their school’s luxurious bathroom.
Part of it was because he wanted to wake himself up, the other was because he wanted the visions to disappear- or at least that’s what he thought those things were.
He stared at himself in the mirror of the restroom. What stared back at him was a pale-faced 18-year-old self who hadn’t slept the other night.
Matthew just spent the entire night awake because of that ghost. He thought it would disappear once he leave his room. He was wrong.
"I already died once. Who would’ve thought ghosts could still scare me?" he sighed. Since last night, he’d seen five ghosts roaming inside the mansion and three more at school. And then there was the hunger. He’d been eating nonstop since he woke up, but it hadn’t gone away.
For the umpteenth time, his stomach growled. "Why the heck does this place have so many damn ghosts?" he mumbled.
Matthew washed his face again. The water was cold, and for a second, it helped. He reached for the towel but paused when something felt off.
His eyes slowly lifted to the mirror.
Lenox was standing behind him.
Matthew’s body locked up. His fingers stayed curled around the sink. He didn’t move. He just stared at the reflection.
Lenox stood there casually, one hand in his pocket.