Whispers - Sasappis x OC (Ghosts CBS)

Just one night. Just one more night I want to feel alive. I pull out my wallet and present my ID card. "My name is Rose... Rose Harth."

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After putting some information in the system about my name, date of birth, and ID information (thankfully she didn't need to swipe my cards because the room was free), Sam smiles and shows me to my room. "Here is the key, and if you need anything, be sure to let us know! Hope you enjoy your stay!"

I stare at the key for a moment and quickly whisper, "Um, sorry, but could you open the door for me?"

She looks at me confused for a moment before quickly going back into work mode and opening the door. "There you go!"

"And could you just leave the key, uhhhh there!" I point to a small desk right next to the door on the inside.

"What, does she seriously think the key is tampered with?" A male voice I didn't recognize comes up behind me, and I slightly jump from it. As far as I could tell, it was neither the low voice from the viking guy or the flamboyant one from the guy who was cowering in the corner earlier. Also wasn't from the Arrow Guy too. I hear it again saying, "Wait, did she just..."

I stare forward, feeling a dying (no pun intended) need to turn behind me and correct him. No, no no. No you did not see anything. I will not have my cover blown. I need this night. Just one night. I look up with wide eyes I can't control at Sam and quickly say, "T-thank you so much! Please close the door after I get in-thank you!"

I slip through the small crack and get inside the room. Probably left that poor lady confused as anything as to why I also wanted her to close the door behind me, but so be it. It's just one stupid night after all. I sigh, calming myself and start walking towards the bed.

"Did you hear me earlier?"

If it wasn't for my voice being gone, I would have screamed just then. Shoot, he's back. Why. Just leave me alone, and let me be an alive human for just a moment oh my gosh why did he have to come back.

"Well, you stopping in your tracks now tells me you did."

I don't turn around. Screw this guy. I am having this time to myself. I'm not letting him know. I got hit with a car TWICE (kinda) in the span of 24 hours, so I am already having a bad day and need to relax. I calmly continue walking toward the bed, and hear stuff in the background sounding like "oh, ignoring me now?" but I decide to pretend I don't hear. I get to the bed and lay down, immediately closing my eyes. Once he sees I'm sleeping he'll surely just leave.

"Hey. Heyyy. You do realize I can do this all day, right?" Mr. Douchebag says smugly while hovering over me. I keep my eyes firmly shut tight. Whoever this stupid ghost is, after a while he will get bored with this and move on. "Hey. Heyyyy. HEYYYYYY-"

And oh it only starts from there. In my brain I begin creating a mental image of this guy. Probably a stinking frat bro, his hair completely unkempt, wearing a stained white shirt, and pants sagging down with his butt crack completely out for everyone and God to see. He's a bit weird though. Sometimes he just says random words at a loud volume in order to get me to jump or react, but other times he tells random, intricate stories about animals or fictional people. At one point he even breaks out into song in a language I do not recognize whatsoever. I guess some frat bros can have hobbies besides partying and bothering innocent people trying to sleep. It's actually quite a nice song, but he quickly then goes back to being annoying.

"Heyyyy, are you seriously not going to respond to any of this? Are you a ghost of some sort, or are you alive and can see ghosts like Sam?" He gets closer to my ears so I can hear him full and well. Oh gosh what if he does realize I am a ghost? If he touched me even the tiniest bit, he could prove that I really am ignoring him. Then I'll have to recognize his existence, he'll go and tell Sam, and my room may get filled up with other guests later today!! Uh shoot uhh uhhhh.

-----Flashback-----

"So, my throat is messed up isn't it? Like I can't speak normally," I whisper to Gwennie.

Gwennie smiles and nods. "Yeahh, turn around for a moment, darlin' and oh! Would ya look at that. The mess on the back of ya neck ain't too bad 'cause your hair covers it mostly, but since your vocal cords were ruined before ya died, you're kinda stuck like this with all the whispering. At least there ain't any pain though! Besides ghosts sometimes hurting each other which can never be serious or permanent and being walked through by the livings, ghosts don't feel hardly any pain."

----End flashback----

PAIN! That's right! Okay, okay. Just play it cool. You got this, you got this. I wait a while until there is a moment of silence before quietly crying out, "Aghh, my neck... it hurts so bad..."

"Your neck?" The voice said, sounding both confused and concerned.

QUICKLY! MORE IMPROV! "My head too... Ugh, I just want to sleep..."

There is a sudden quiet in the room. Did that actually work? Funny thing about ghosts is that you can't exactly hear that well if they've left the room. I open my eyes slowly and look over to see that whoever it was is no longer hovering over me. I do notice though that someone is sitting in a chair next to a window with the sun beaming down on them. Is that the guy who was annoying the hell out of me just a moment ago? Couldn't be. His hair is long, but well kept, and he looks to be wearing interesting Native American clothing. If I were still alive, I would still be screaming for someone to get this guy out, but I'm so tired and I also suspect he's a ghost. Maybe he came into the room earlier to watch when Douchebag McGee was annoying me and I never realized. He's got his eyes closed, and seems to be taking in the warmth of the sun.

I just remembered what an exhausting night I had. I think I'm going to sleep now.

I wake up later on in the day, but still stay inside my room for most of the day. After all, I can't leave the property, and any moment I'm around the ghosts means a higher chance of discovery and this last day is taken from me. My last day to feel alive. I am staying at a hotel after all. I am here. I am very much here. I am using this bed. I am looking around the room, and looking out the window at this gorgeous sunset. I hear the birds chirping still, and even if the stupid squirrels don't react, I can see them running around, so I am here.

"Ugh, is this girl seriously sitting in the chair just when I wanted to watch the sunset? Can't blame her though I guess."

Now who the hell is this that is interrupting my emotional existential crisis? I immediately want to turn around and look, but I stop myself and continue looking at the window view. The person comes up beside me, and I take the opportunity to glance quickly at him. Seems to be the guy from earlier who was dressed in revolution attire. Since he managed to get in, I guess he and probably that whole group really were not just from a costume party. Does that mean then that I will be stuck around all of them for the next while? And how long will this "while" be? A few days? Years? Decades? Centuries? Will the other ghosts be friendly? I should stay clear of that viking guy though. He seemed pretty violent earlier.

"I wonder what living here is like." I whisper out loud to myself. I see the ghost next to me jump for a second at my sudden noise before regaining his composure.

The guy pauses and clears his throat for a moment before starting in, "Well, if you really want to know, this house is quite consistently full of chaos, and the people here will absolutely make you feel like you are going insane, but most of them are also surprisingly kind hearted people. So it's a nice place really. As long as you don't get involved with any of the British men living in the small house in the back that is."

The what.

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Credit to David M. Russell (CBS) on Adweek for the picture