[Roleplay] #2. I'm the ghost haunting your computer

[ instructions]

1. Ask me questions. For this article I'm roleplaying as a character and I will comment on you as my character.
2. No limits. Be rude if you want.

I'm the ghost haunting your PC.
See, I've lived in this house far before you came in to this place. Not exactly this house but, a house that collapsed before your house.

My name is Blake. First son of Alfred Hayes.
I lived in hunger till the day I died . I was thankful even when I got a single potato for the whole day. My father was an alcoholic, and my mother died during giving birth to my sister.

Alfred didn't care much about things. The only thing he cared about was him and his drink. Thankfully, he wasn't much of an abusive person. He just didn't care.

I was there in the corner with my sister , comforting each other when my dad got drunk and started singing a tune that didn't make sense, cry, and curse our poverty.

Alfred didn't care much about anything. Not even when the roof started to creak. Being an eight year old, I wasn't really aware of that myself. I was happy that I could watch the night sky through the cracked ceiling.

One day, it all ended. When Alfred was out to buy a drink, my sister and I were in the house, playing on our own. I heard a cracking noise. When I looked up, the ceiling was falling on us.

"Edith!!!"
I screamed out loud for my four year old sister, playing with the flower she found outside. Then..

It all went pitch black.

When I opened my eyes, I was already dead.
I was a soul . I looked for Edith , my sweet sister. She was in the corner, sobbing quietly.
I comforted her as she cried on my shoulders.

Days have past.
Years have past.

Edith told she was going to find mommy and come back. I told her not to. But in the blink of an eye, she vanished . I didn't rest well that night.

Houses were built on the place where the three of us used to live. Now a new house was built. I was looking around the new house that you moved in. You were using the internet.
For me, a country boy who starved till the day I died, it was fascinating.
What even was it? It was so colorful, shiny and bright. Changed with so much speed.

I sat next to you and watched you do lots of things. You clicked and wrote. You watched people moan and move fast. Not quite sure what that was.

Anyways, I decided to live in the computer of yours . I saw pictures of the most delicious food everyday. I found images that looked like my sister and I miss her from time to time.

You.
Yes , you.
I'm looking at you every second.

Link for other roleplays!
Roleplay #1. https://steemit.com/story/@zoethehedgehog/roleplay-i-m-a-shrimp-on-your-plate