The boy of my dreams

  I was talking to my friends about ghosts last week when I suddenly remembered something very creepy that happened to me a long time ago.

  I was doing  an exchange program in Rome and I was living a dream. But I wasn't happy, I used to have a strange dream every night: a boy was calling for me and I  couldn't reach him. Another strange thing was that every night I would  wake up crying and shouting.
  In those days I worked in a museum  and every day I would walk to work. The walk would take me through a cemetery and then across a busy main road. One day when I was crossing the road a car almost ran over me. I didn't die because a boy pulled me from the front of car, the boy who I used to dream every night.
  The boy took me to drink a coffee and he was very worried with me. I wasn't saying anything because I was very confused. How could this boy exist? I didn't know who that boy was, but at the same time I was feeling I knew him. Maybe this was the reason to I accepted the invite to go out with him.
  In the following weeks I  divided my time with my work, my course and Jack, this was his name. I was completely in love with him. He was perfect: handsome, intelligent, polite and mysterious. I was bewitched because I didn't  know anything from him and nevertheless I entrust in him. I just knew more about Jack when an ancient painting arrived at the museum where I used to work. In this painting was a noble family and Jack was at the painting.
  I asked  the director of the museum what was the painting's story. She told  me the painting was from a very rich family that used to live in Rome a long time ago. The eldest son called Jack fell in love by a poor girl called Elizabeth and his family was against this love. Then Jack's mother made a plan,she invited Elizabeth to talk and drink a cup of tea and put poison in the Elizabeth's cup. Jack was miserable with Elizabeth death and killed himself with a dagger.
  I was shocked after listened this story. The director asked me if I wanted see the Elizabeth's painting and I said yes. When I saw the painting I fainted because she was  identical to me. After I woke up I asked to director where Elizabeth and Jack's bodies were buried and she told me they were in the cemetery close to the museum.
  I ran to the cemetery and beside the graves was Jack. He told me his mother made malison: he and Elizabeth    never got together and this malison was finished when the ghost of Jack found Elizabeth's reincarnation and the souls of both joined. He said he was looking for me since his death and he was very happy to find me. I shout and told him leave me. I 'll never forget the expression on his face when I said these things. He was very disappointed with me and asked if I loved him. I said yes , but I didn't want to die because I was so young. He said to me go away and I ran very fast. While I was running , I listened he said "I  will always protect you" .
This is my creepy story. I never have seen Jack or have dreamed with him again, but sometimes I feel someone looks                                                                                       at me and I know that someone is the boy of my dreams.