‘I’m, well, I mean I’m not sure I entirely understand. You can’t be, I mean you should be….’ Monroe said confused, he shook his head several times.
‘I’m a ghost yes.’ Evelyn said looking around the living room and smiling. Monroe’s house was like a museum, every clock was a clock Evelyn had seen over the decades and she knew most of them weren’t replicas.
‘A ghost? But how can I see you? I don’t understand!’ Monroe said even more confused, he watched her, fingers tracing the delicate designs on some of his clocks. He didn’t mind though, he didn’t mind her touching them because he knew she had this appreciation for them. A wonderment that meant she wasn’t going to crush them.
‘Yes.’ Evelyn nodded and she smiled at him.’Am I to understand that your,’ she paused searching for the right words. ‘current condition is due to your special heritage?’ her fingers moved over the bookcase like she chresished the feel of every single one.
‘Yeah, um it’s a Blutbad thing.’ Monroe said scratching the back of his head awkwardly.’Do you want a drink, or a biscuit or something?’ he asked.
Evelyn looked up at him and giggled, Monroe realising his mistake let out a low chuckle. How could she eat and drink? She was a ghost. A ghost. Monroe couldn’t get his head around it.
‘I can somewhat taste though other people, something I learnt entirely by accident.’ she smiled.
‘What are you doing here?’ Monroe asked her. It came out a little harsh as he poured himself some tea and she routed around in his kitchen.
‘Oh, well, erm, I don’t know. I was hoping that, well this is a little awkward. I am a ghost but, well and I wasn’t even sure you’d be able to see me but…’ Evelyn babbled pacing backwards and forwards,
‘Why don’t you stay here for a while.’ Monroe blurted out over his tea. ‘I mean if you want to.’
‘Do you really mean that?’ Evelyn said wide eyed, beaming like she couldn’t believe her luck.
‘Welll, I mean, only if you want to, if you’ve nothing better…’
‘I’d love to.’ Evelyn cut him off accidentally. She put a hand on his arm and Monroe could feel it, he could feel the pressure where her hand was and he wondered if Evelyn could do anything else like a real human.
‘Peppermint and Lemon tea, good choice.’ She said.