Bride of ghost king

A glimpse of past

"Why are you sitting here alone?"

Seven year old Sasha lifted her head and looked at the tall man standing near her. She was sitting in the playground as no other kid wanted to play with her.

They would call her weird or by other names but how can it be her fault when only she sees the ghosts.

"No body wants to play with me."

"Those damn kids." He cursed while Sasha stared at him in disbelief. How can someone curse kids? Kids are angel. Isn't this what their headmistress would tell everyone.

"Don't look at me with this face of yours."

"Dawes, can't you play with me?"

She questioned him as she stood up and held his finger while he rolled his eyes.

"I have a lot of work to do instead of playing childish games with you."

"But you never work. I never saw you working."

She told him the truth who coughed embarrassingly and looked around. Kids these days were more sharp then the kids back in time.

"Alright, what do you want to play?"

"Let's play house."

"House?"

"Yes." She