Ghost Girl (Part 4)
It was in the middle of the night when it happened. I woke up, feeling tired and slightly sweaty. It was the most uncomfortable feeling. And the same low, melodic hum was ringing non-stop in my ears, as if a fly were stuck in there somewhere and couldn’t get out. I felt light-headed, as if in a dream. I swung my legs out of the bed and yawned loudly. Not even thinking twice, I walked over slowly towards my bedroom window.
I had always loved the view from my window. It had the best view. It was facing the sea, where we lived nearby. All the stalls were along one side, the sea lapping on the other, and the glorious, golden sand in between. I am used to the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing onshore, but now, strangely, I could hear them louder and clearer than ever. Usually it was just a faint background noise. Now it was all I could hear.
Well, not all. There was the hum in my ears, and… something else. Something different. It wasn’t just a hum. It was more of a melody. A song. There didn’t seem to be any actual words in it, but it seemed to be sung by someone. It seemed to float from the sea through my window and into my ears. It made me feel sleepy, like a lullaby. But then, it also made me feel wide awake. I didn’t know how that possible, but it was. It seemed to draw me towards the ocean.
It made me want to go out there and see what’s beyond the surface of the water. Not just sea creatures and plants. No. There seemed to be something else among the water that was hiding.
Now the music was even louder. I seemed to sway to the melody. And before I knew it, my feet were going down the stairs, almost floating, and my hands were pulling the door handle, and turning it.
When my feet touched the soft, silky sand, I seemed to sigh. I walked over slowly towards the waters’ edge, where a big rock lay.
And on it lay… that ghost girl.
Only, she wasn’t a ghost, she was a mermaid. Her pale silvery hair covered her back, and she lay down on the rock with head resting on her arms. But what I noticed the most was her bottom half, since I hadn’t seen it before.
It was a shiny, smooth, silvery colour, just like the rest of her. The bottom part of her tail was cut in beautiful, jagged lines, floating in the water like seaweed. On either sides of the tail, were like little fins, only longer or shorter bits hung, so it all looked decorative, like a whole bunch of swaying seaweed.
She looked again into my eyes, and extended her white hand out to me. I, still feeling dreamy, reached out to touch it, like before.
Only, there was no-one out here to stop me.