The GrimreaperQuan...Yes that was his name. Quan. It has been so very long, everyday I felt his presence getting weaker and weaker...The Grimreaper13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was sitting in my chair, the television turned up to maximum. My hearing was not what it used to be, neither was my sight. My eyes seemed to be playing tricks on me, as I saw a strange darkness in the corner, with a small light in the middle. A young man walked out of it, I felt like I knew him.
Quan was a ghost, his body faded into the shadows, never able to see him, only feel. I first met him in my teenage years, I was typing on my computer, doing some homework, listening to music. The screen was always turning back onto the music video, all on its own. I always felt strange presences but never was able to understand them. I wanted to know more about him, with this opportunity of how he was able to interact with my desktop. I asked him his name, he typed, Quan. Every night, I would talk to him, he was always there. I could feel him holding me, comforting me, feeli