Please Stop Looking at Me

I know. He’s looking at me again.

That day, I was walking down the street. He followed behind me, drawing closer and closer until he was right against my back.

And just like that, I brought him back to my dorm.

I thought he’d be rotten and stinking, something terrifying that I should get a master to drive away.

But in truth, his long, jet-black hair fell across me, making me forget what he was.

This thing knows how to steal hearts.

Now, I have an idea.

I’m going to marry him.

Note:

This is a story about a college guy who gets bewitched by a handsome male ghost and follows him around, lovesick.

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