#Chapter59

- Ghost Like You

*Sydney Roswell's POV*

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"Wha-what did you say?" I asked OJ to make sure I heard her correctly, and she went closer to the bed, where I sat, and looked behind me.

"Syd, you… oh, no." She muttered, looking astounded and puzzled, and I slowly turned my head behind me to look where she was looking.

And I squinted my eyes and looked in disbelief at the person lying behind me. It's not just any person. It's me. And I don't look good.

"Oh, my! What the…? Who is…" I stammered and hastily tried to hold my face and arms, and I began breathing fast...