By Livia Furia
Our first rule—never acknowledge them—was easy. I would pretend not to see because I was busy with my phone, passing by without a single glance. If by chance I interacted with them by mistake, the second rule forbid me from giving assistance even if they begged, cried, threatened, or tried to reason.
I broke the rules for a child once. Seeing her in a dress with frills, squeaky shoes, and a blond bush of hair, crying because she lost her pink bunny. I took her hand.
I knew she was dead, but that little ghost really touched my heart.
Great story! Love the description of the girl and the twist at the end.
I would love to know what happens when you break rule number 2. There must be consequences otherwise no rules are necessary
Interesting story… love the twist at the end. I can see this as the introduction of a much longer tale. Good work!
Wow. I need more.
Lovely twist.
Great twist!
It has quite an amazing turning point- from living to ghost.