As I said, in my past stories, I didn't hear from Nikki again until after we moved. Shortly after we settled in, a box from my aunt arrived. It was full of things Nikki had owned. Such as her basketball, and music box.
Since I'm weird, I used to sleep on the couch in the living room. I faced away from the kitchen, which is only divided by a low counter from the living room. I used to stay up late reading, and that night was no exception. It was about 11:30 pm when I heard soft footsteps heading across the kitchen behind me. I heard the fridge open, and that soft humming sound it makes when you open it. I called out as loudly and as bravely I could muster "Hello?" no answer, besides the fridge door closed immediately.
This happens often, but sometimes the fridge doesn't open. Or the footsteps sound more like claws against the marble floors.
One day at school, during the winter, I was wearing the jacket Nikki had left at my house before she died. During math I felt like someone was watching me from behind. I scanned the room but everyone was working, even the teacher. This happened several times that day, even when no one was around. At lunch I swear I saw her in line for a tray, but when I blinked she was gone.
I would write more but you must realize how hard this is for me to write about. My story isn't over yet though, and I WILL write more.