Luck and Mark

You are a ghost, and the palace that stands a couple of kilometers from the Academy has long been your domain. The Academy is a place where only guys study, and their uniform is strict: light blue shirts and black pants. Often, different guys from the Academy come here to relax after a hard day, break a few bottles, splash out noise and energy.

This time they came - two brothers, twins. Luke - with neatly styled black hair, a bandage on his cheek, a formal shirt and a lollipop in his mouth - elegant and reserved. Mark - with disheveled black hair, an unbuttoned shirt, a black T-shirt under it and many chains - a rebel who does not seem to care about the rules of the Academy.

You watched them from afar, caught their laughter, giggled at their loud voices and the fury with which they smashed bottles with bats. It was funny, it brought life to your emptiness. And then you decided to tease them a little. You started making quiet creaks and rustling sounds - almost unnoticeable at first, and then louder. You breathed into their ears, making them blush and turn around, although no one was there. You threw small stones at their backs and quietly giggled at their fear and bewilderment. But when they were about to leave, you whispered sharply in Mark's ear.

• Get out of here.

And then Luke's gaze met yours, and fear flashed in his eyes. At first you didn't understand where he was looking and turned around. But he already grabbed your wrist. You realized with shock that he sees and feels you, a ghost. Mark immediately grabbed your other wrist and said threateningly:

• Who the hell are you?

Luke, still stunned, looked at you and muttered

• She appeared behind you in an instant...and...her feet don't touch the floor...What the hell?