John sat down opposite Amber, she smiled that same pixie-like smile that brought two prominent dimples into each cheek. ‘Hello stranger.’ She said, John mirrored her smile. He always felt awkward meeting someone for the first time in a while. ‘Hi.’ He said. He rested his hands on the table. ‘Wanted to tell you something.’ He said. ‘Huh?!’ She cocked her head. John hesitated. ‘I wanted to tell you something.’ He said. ‘Oh god is this where you confess your love to me?’ Amber said with a falsely, flustered face of concern that within seconds burst into laughter. ‘Oh Amber I love you like I love the first night of a waxing moon.’ She held her hand outward like she was quoting a sonnet. ‘What?! No!’ John said. Every muscle in his body tensing and the beginning of a fine layer of perspiration rested upon his brow. ‘Relax Johnny boy I’m joking. What do you want to tell me?’
John bit his lip, building the courage to say it. He opened his mouth and held it open for a few seconds before finally being able to say ‘...I’m going to prove ghosts don’t exist by making a place haunted.
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Warning disclaimer:This story contains a scene of sexual abuse, the author has tried to handle this topic with the upmost respect and sensitivity. Though this may not be suitable for some readers.