The room had a chill to it. Goosebumps covered her skin. She tried to tell herself that it was just the fact she left the warmth of her covers but at the same time there was the idea of it being the ghost in the room. The idea made her shiver a little with fear before she called out for the thing haunting her room. Her blue eyes darted back and forth just looking for anything. If this was anything like a horror movie the red lipstick she had on the dresser would be picked up and writing would started to be scribbled across it. It was that or things in her room would start to fly to and fro breaking and crashing about her room. Yet nothing happened. She bite her lip a little scared she was really starting to lose her mind when it happened.

Off to her side, a simmering white mist started to form in the light of her bedroom. Jemma’s body tensed her eyes going wide as she watched the mist slowly started to form the shape of a man before a bright flash of light ran through the room. Her hands came up to cover her eyes before she slowly peeked around her hands to see him. A man pale and ghostly, dark hair and dark eyes, dressed like anyone else his closes only slightly dated. He looked older than her, but not by much. At first all she could do was stare at the stranger in her room, blinking as if she was frozen, her mind was blank of thought. It was as if it turned off to not let her understand what she was really seeing. It was only when words left his lips that the guard around her mind shattered into tiny pieces and reality came hitting her like a brick wall. 

She screamed.

Her body jumped and flew in the opposite direction of the ghost in the room, she fell off the bed and knocked over her nightstand, a few things clacking to the floor one glass figure that rested in the corner shattered on impact. As she landed on the floor on her back, her head hitting the floor softly she groaned her hand coming up to hold her head, pieces of glass cutting into the parts of her skin that were exposed. She had never thought she would react like that, she had gotten herself so ready for the reality. Maybe her depth of her mind had really hoped she was just going crazy. For if there were ghosts what else could possibly be out there?

As she rolled over from laying on her back, in the other room her father could be heard getting up. “Jemma!” He yelled before his feet banged along the floor and whipping the door open to find her laying on the floor. He rushed over and looked at his daughter. “What happened!” He asked in panic as he sat her up. Jemma looked up pass her father to the spot the ghost had been before glancing to her father.

“Bad dream.” She whispered, it wasn’t far off. Jemma had pretty bad dreams even before her mother’s death and after they only got worst. This wasn’t the first time she had fallen from the bed in a panic. A worried look came over her father’s face.

“Maybe we should get you someone to talk to Jem, this can’t keep happening.” Her father said softy.

“No-no, I’m fine, I’ll be fine. She said before glancing at herself were a few pieces of glass had cut her skin leaving faint lines of her blood on her arms and hands, only a few pieces sticking into the skin still. “Sorry.” She mumbled softly to her father making her father sigh softly.

“I’ll go get the first aid kit and the broom.” He said before helping Jemma to sit on the side of the bed, before leaving the room. Once he was gone Jemma glanced up for the ghost.

“Please don’t leave yet. I-I still want to talk. . . I didn’t think. . . I’d react like that.” She said softly because she didn’t want her father to hear.

“Damnit Queenie!” He cursed in the hallway as an angry meow ripped through the air before the bathroom light flickered on her father rustling through to find the first aid kit. Jemma couldn’t help but look at her hands. She really fucked this up.