Punky the Ghost for the first time in forever, or at least ‘her’ forever, felt like she could really be alive again. A boy had been able to see her, touch her even. She couldn’t remember the last time someone that wasn’t Cage (her cat friend) had talked to her. She felt like her unbeating heart was about to explode, love, yeah she had to be in love what else could it be? He was so warm. Punky didn’t even know what warmth was anymore until she felt him.

When she ran away she didn’t go far, she wanted to make sure that the scary girl didn’t hurt her new friend. Every time Punky looked at the girl a feeling of terror ran down her incorporeal spine, she didn’t know why but that girl was dangerous even from afar she could feel it. Punky felt bad, Zack;(her cat friend) always told her not to judge a book by its cover… Wait was that his name?

CRASH!

The boy fell down the stairs taking the girl with him. Oh my, the scary girl seemed to have fallen onto the boy and when she sat up had her butt on his crotch. Punky felt a tinge of jealousy, I want to do that, she flushed, that boy must think I’m a big crybaby all I did was cry. She glared at the girl hoping she wasn’t looking, nope I’m not judging a book by its cover, those are for books. This girl, on the other hand, is too dangerous, not only did she give Punky ghost-bumps but she was really really pretty too.

“Ahh, Carl what do I do?” She sighed, wondering what her cat friend would tell her. She watched as the girl got up her skirt coming up with her clearly showing the world what she was packing under. “Gosh, that’s cheating!” Punky grumbled as she saw the boys face clearly go multiples shades of red. Then her eyes met the girls. Those Ghost-pimples quickly transformed into an immediate and mandatory flight far far away. “Woosh” Punky said as she made her escape.

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If Punky were still alive she would probably be doing some very heavy breathing right now. Instead, she just felt a very dull ache of exhaustion. She could still see the house from where she was, for some reason she never really felt like going too far away from it “Gosh darn it, why is that girl so scary?” Thinking had never been something that Punky had been particularly good at, usually Josh her cat friend did all the thinking so trying to think of why she felt the way she did just made Punky more and more confused.

“Bitch what are you fucking doing in the middle of the fucking road?

Punky looked over recognizing the voice. A black cat stared at her from the alley, seated on a garbage pale. “Steve!” Punky decided that Steve could help her, he always seemed to know what to do.

“Steve I’m in love!” She said enthusiastically.

The cat looked at her sideways, then hissed.

“My name is Caleb for the love of god broad and what the fuck are you talking about?” The cat responded his tail twitching, making a loud thump on the garbage pail that he sat on. The cats’ fur suddenly went up.

“Punky, get over here before its too late. I feel one near we need to hide.” That was when Punky realized once again why she rarely left the house. The house was for the most part safe, in the house the monsters wouldn’t bother her, but she was exposed out here. The ghostbumps were coming back, Caleb was right, something scary was getting closer.

“I’m coming!” She said then started whizzing towards the cat.” The cat nodded turned around and headed away from where they were.