"Ghost of Christmas" A short story
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The boy looked forward astonished at what had just happened. His abusive father had come upstairs, enraged by the memories of old happy Christmas days and began his routine beating. Danny knew it wouldn't last and tonight it wasn't so bad, after all tomorrow was Christmas, a day of happiness for everyone right?

"Ghost of Christmas" A short story

The boy looked forward astonished at what had just happened. His abusive father had come upstairs, enraged by the memories of old happy Christmas days and began his routine beating.

Danny knew it wouldn't last and tonight it wasn't so bad, after all tomorrow was Christmas, a day of happiness for everyone right?

Suddenly his father stopped in his tracks and Danny opened his eyes to see a look of terror. A pale but strong arm, reached out and pushed his father off of him and he flew across the room.

Unsure of what just happened he got up and stumbled as fast as he could out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The person who had saved him, was a kind looking boy with white hair and golden eyes.

He felt as if they had met before, no almost as if they were very close, as if their souls were connected. Danny sputtered the words "who, " Just before the boy before him began to fade away.

"Wait, " He jumped up to grab a hold of him he somehow knew this person was leaving him. The boy leaned down and hugged him, it felt as if he needed Danny to share his warmth.

Somehow all fear in his heart for his life vanished and was replaced by sudden sorrow. Unbeknownst to him, tears began to streak down his face.

"Have I met you before? " The boy just smiled that warm, loving smile and began to fade.

Just before he completely vanished he whispered "Danny, " as if he had said his name a thousand times in a clear voice.

Left in the boys place appeared an old IPod of his, he had lost long ago, and it was opened to the notepad.

Typed there, we're various journal entries he had not written himself but rather by a boy who's name was Leo. After reading everything written, Danny fell to the floor.

Is it possible to fall in love with someone you have never met?He asks himself this every day, but each time the answer is always the same, YES.

December 2nd, 2017:

I don't know what went wrong. One minute I was living my every day life and then the next, bam. Here I am, a ghost unable to leave the house I passed on in front of.

I soon discovered that I don't float like people say ghosts do, I can walk like normal, but there's a certain transparency to my entire body and I pass through every object I try to touch.

Eventually after searching this whole house, I found an old IPod in the back storage room I could actually pick up and turn on!

As I can't leave this place, I have decided to at least document everything I see before I go insane of loneliness and boredom. I wonder what the people who live here are like. Till next time, Leo.

December 4th, 2017:

It has been two days since I last wrote a journal on this I pod, I suppose I was too busy watching how the family who lives here, goes about their daily life.

I am also unsure what I would do if the battery died, so I must remember to watch out for that.

Turns out staying here might not be so bad. A small, skinny boy who must be about my age before I passed away lives here with his divorced father.

He's rather cute, and as I've watched him for 2 days I find his quirks funny. He keeps me amused and I can't get enough of reading all the books he reads, with him.

As for his father, I have only gotten a glimpse of him yesterday when he came home for work late at night. He sort of just passed out on the couch and left again this morning quickly.

I didn't explore further into his charecter, because this boy (Danny I've discovered) seemed to suddenly be tense. I don't know why but I hated that look on his sweet face.

Once again, I find myself wishing I could hold other things. If I could, I just might take his hand in my own. Till next time, Leo.

December 8th, 2017:

Not good, I have discovered why poor Danny gets so tense around the time his father comes home. His dad is an abusive drunk, and compared to this frail boy, Danny doesn't stand a chance.

I tried so hard to push his father away but I just couldn't. Why would I be placed here in this house stuck, if it wasn't for a reason like to save Danny? I don't understand.

My chest hurts so bad when I see him cry, and when he bravely picks himself back up with his teary but determined smile, I swear I can feel my heart skip a beat.

I need to find a way to protect him. Till next time, Leo.

December 13th, 2017:

Danny has been better recently but that may be because his father can barely make it up the stairs after coming home.

He seems to be so used to this treatment and it pains me to think, that might be the case.

What is this I'm feeling for Danny? Love? Surely not, after all I am just a ghost and I never once found anyone when I was alive whom I even cared about, male or female.

Perhaps this is just affection, or maybe I feel a sense of posessivness? He is my only link to what my life was like, with its books, music, and art.

I wish I had met him when I was alive, but then again, perhaps the person I used to be, wouldn't be someone Danny would want to befriend. Till next time, Leo.

December 17th, 2017:

I SWEAR DANNY'S EYES MET MINE! For a split second our eyes met and I really felt like there was a connection, or recognition?

He did a double take and then continued what he was doing before. Is it possible that I can be seen? Would I scare him, if he could see me? Maybe I should hide when he looks my way.

I hate to see him frightened. I see his look of fear too often. He has yet again another black eye and there was nothing I could do.

I feel so useless, what is the point of life if I can't protect the one I love? Wait, do I love him, also technically I'm not alive, gah who am I kidding? I must love him.

His happiness is my happiness, and I don't care that all I can do is watch him live. He makes me happy. Till next time, Leo.

December 20th, 2017:

Danny is getting excited for Christmas but also more depressed. He talks to himself as if he knows I can hear him, and he said he wishes he didn't have to be lonely for Christmas.

I wish he knew he's not alone. I am always here watching his determination despite frailness. Sometimes I hold his hand and feel like I can almost feel his warmth.

Am I finally going crazy? Why am I here, and how long will I be able to stay with him. Till next time Leo.

December 24th, 2017:

Danny is already in bed for Christmas, I wish he knew how much I loved him and how if I could, I would do anything for him even if it meant me finally moving to the other side.

Lately I feel as though I am getting closer to achieving some sort of goal, mission, no more like life purpose but I'm still not sure what that is exactly.

All I know is that to me the only thing that matters is him. The boy who's always honest, lonely but never alone. I wish he could see himself the way I see him.

If I could speak to him I would just want to let him know this. I love you Danny, I hope all your days from now on are filled with nothing but the best of memories. From your dearest Leo.

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