Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Ahem so yes. This story can get a little spooky (especially for me since I'm writing it lol). I took a small break from my other stories because right now I'm having a bit of writer's block. xD Don't worry. I'll definitely have new chap for Must Be the Dog in Me fairly soon. Anyways…
Onward! No summary, cause that would spoil the fun. I guarantee however that this is not your average fic.
These walls. Cracked and ripped, torn by human finger nails and destroyed with bare hands. I can barely stand to look at it now. The walls that used to be clean and white, are now faded and brown from the blood that has stained it.
I cannot escape these walls. I am eternally drawn to them. They have a hold on me I cannot break. This feeling…this vulnerability. I hate it. Yet, I cannot escape it. I crave some other feeling. I am tired of feeling helpless.
Suddenly, I hear something I had not heard in about a year. A door being opened from 5 flights down. The front door. I stare into the darkness, slightly curious. No one has ever wanted to visit after what had happened last year. Who is it this time? Then I hear something else foreign to my ears.
Laughter. I scowl. Idiots have come. I drift into the shadows, feeling a wave of anger rise within me. I cannot control it. Any emotion I have possesses me.
I hear shuffling sounds from outside my door. Heavy breathing. I close my eyes, knowing already who it was. The heavy breathing moves from my door, going down the hallway. I can feel the others energy leaking into the walls of my cave. They feel the same as me.
Hatred. Hatred at the lowlife scum entering our building, our hell, just to prove to some other asswhole that they aren't scared. Because of our unruly emotions, we have the urge to strike. The hospital becomes deadly silent. All of us hold onto a breath that had been long ago taken away. We are ready.
Andy and David snickered as they lazily banged on the walls. They stumbled their way through the pitch darkness of the building. It had been years since anyone had worked in the run down hospital. But they weren't here to work. They were here for another reason...
"HELLLOOO! ANYONE HERE TO HAUNT US?" Andy teased. Shaking his head, he took a swig from his beer and held the huge camera on his shoulder. Hauntings be damned, this was just another hoax. He smirked. And he was ready to catch it with his camera.
"This is whack," David whined. "We all know that this hospital isn't really haunted. What are people kidding at?" Despite his words, David couldn't help but shiver. These type of places gave him the creeps.
"Yeah. Still, it had a bunch of loonies in here. Just imagine sittin' in here with these nut jobs." Andy grinned. He clomped up and down the stairs. "COME ON YOU SONS OF BITCHES, COME AND SCARE THE CRAP OUTTA ME!" David fidgeted.
"Is it just me, or is it getting really cold in here?" Andy stopped stomping and paused. He turned the camera to face down the stairs. A heavy silence fell upon the room. He turned around to smirk at David.
"Oooooo….." David glared.
"OOOOOoooo…." David shook his head and grabbed Andy's beer.
SLAM! A door slammed forcefully behind them.
Startled, the bottle slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. Both stood frozen.
"What the hell was that?" David whispered urgently. The hairs on the back of his neck were starting to rise.
"I'm not sure…" Andy whispered back, curious. He smirked. It would take a lot more than that to scare him.
He proceeded up the stairs. "Come on David, before I leave your sorry ass behind." David gulped and followed, slightly nervous now.
They reached the 5th floor. There was no wind blowing and the temperature had dropped. David clutched onto his zipper. He thought to himself, Maybe this wasn't such a great idea... Andy went into the first door.
"Hey man. Remember this room? It was all over the news." Andy grinned at David. David only smiled weakly and let his drunken friend continue.
"This room belonged to that weird whiskered guy who was killed by the perverted snake doctor. Can't remember his name though…" Andy put a hand on his chin, thinking.
'Need…help…?' A high pitched, yet raspy voice whispered.
David gasped as something brushed past him. He turned around, hands flailing in the darkness. Andy raised an eyebrow questionably at his friend.
"Duh! Of course I need help! Whatcha have in mind?" He rolled his eyes, thinking David had said that statement.
David paled. This was becoming too much for him now. Things were starting to get a little too spooky. "Andy, I didn't say anything. " Said friend snorted.
"Yeah right. Of course you didn't. Dude, stop trying to scare me cause you know it won't work. Now, help me take a look in this—"
BANG! Two doors down the hallway had slammed shut. Both men gave startled shouts. Silence filled the hallway afterward.
Then, an eerie chuckle. Footsteps shuffled behind David. Then came heavy breathing. David froze. He could feel the breath on his neck, gently swaying his hair back and forth.
'…kill…you…'
"AUUGH!" David screamed. Andy watched in shock as his friend held his face in pain, three large scratch marks covering his cheek. His shoulders began to shake with fear.
"Oh my god…" He backed away slowly.
SLAM! The door slammed shut, leaving him alone in the room. It was extremely dark. He blinked furiously, trying to figure out where he was. Footsteps were heard behind him. He turned, panicking.
"STAY AWAY!" He cried. "I'M WARNING YOU!"
Silence….
'Aaaaauuuuuuuugh!' A scream of pure agony. Andy cried out in surprise. That scream wasn't from him. That scream wasn't from him!
"WHAT THE FUCK? HOLY SHIT!" He dropped the camera and fled out the room. A thud! Was heard, like a fallen body, shortly after he left the room.
"DAVID!" He ran down the hallway in panic. "DAVID, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Suddenly, he glanced out the window. His eyes widened at what he saw.
David was running in the street, screaming bloody murder.
He left him. He left him.
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"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE—"Andy took off running. Somebody was running after him! He turned to see who it was, surprised to see nothing. The shadows on the wall began to look a lot like people standing, observing.
"What the hell is going on? This place is pitch black, has no electricity, and no people! This place can't be haunted, it just can't be! I don't believe in ghosts!
"I DON'T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS!" He bellowed. The hallway became less cold and the shadows disappeared. He smirked triumphantly. See, no big deal. Ghost didn't exi—
'Then…believe…in…me...' A dark growl whispered menacingly close to his ear. He turned around to yell, but instantly froze at what he saw.
Fierce aqua eyes. Distinguishable in the black abyss, they pierced through his soul, seeking vengeance at his outburst. Suddenly, he felt like he was being pulled from his body. Possessed.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" He screamed. He punched the air, wondering why he didn't hit something solid. Running like mad, he went into the closest room he was next to. He slammed the door shut, still feeling the presence of someone outside the door. The shadow of someone's feet peeked in the eerie room. Sighing, he ran a hand in his hair. He looked down at his shirt. Blood covered it, dripping down onto his pants. He looked at his ruined shirt in horror. He didn't even recall getting hit with anything.
Fingers shaking, he dabbed at some blood with his index finger. He was surprised to see his blood…mixed with sand? Why sand? He stood up, knees wobbling. Suddenly, the room got colder. He tensed as he felt chills rack his body.
"H-Hello?" Andy called out weakly, teeth chattering. A shadow ran past him before disappearing into the dark.
"HOLY SHIT!" He jumped in astonishment.
'Who are you….and what do you want' Andy shivered at the tone of this person's voice. It was cold and harsh, spoken in a rich, deep voice.
Andy blinked. "W-Who said that?"
'Answer me!' Andy yelped as something brushed past him roughly.
'There's not enough time….soon…I will lose my strength…..my energy…answer my questions! Can you help me? I am looking... for my brother. Can you get me...out of this room...'
"I-I don't know what y-you're talking about!" Andy cried out pitifully. "P-Please, stop teasing now. I'm genuinely scared!"
'Can you help me?'
"Stop! Cut it out! I don't believe in ghosts, but you guys really need to stop torturing-"
'Answer me!'
"NO! I CAN'T! I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!" Andy waited. Silence had filled the room now. He made a break for the door.
BOOM! The walls began to rattle, as if someone was hitting them. Andy grabbed hurriedly for the door handle…
Only to be knocked backwards.
"HOLY—" All form of communication was lost, as Andy felt as if he was being choked. Suddenly, he was lifted from the ground. His eyes bulged. Who was doing this? Chilled to the bone, he saw a human hand grasping his throat. He sighed in relief.
It was short-lived as the person holding him came into the view of the moonlight.
Red eyes stared into his. A young teen stood in front of him. He had long dark hair, with bangs that fell across his eyes. The back of his hair stood up on edge and was shaped oddly like a duck's butt. His red comma eyes swirled dangerously, glittering like gems. A frown was plastered on the teen's face, making him look serious and annoyed.. He look for the most part like any normal teen.. Except for one thing…
He was transparent. Andy felt as if he was watching someone's reflection, seeing both the teen's body and the wall behind him. From the waist down, Andy could see nothing but air as if the teens body was never there. He gave a small shriek, which turned into a strangled cough. The teen glared up coldly at him, tightening his grip. He was practically shaking in anger.
'Then you are…of no use…to….me…' He said in an airy and dangerous tone. With an enormous amount of strength, the teen threw Andy at the wall. Andy cried out as his spine contacted with the wall first before the rest of his body. His eyes widened, brain numb with pain. Then, he slumped to the ground, not moving.
The teenager stared on for quite some time with half lidded eyes. He had used too much of his strength. Silently, he fell back into the shadows.
I looked out the window, watching the night turn into day. I could hear the others already returning to their rooms. I waited for a twitch, a pull, a gasp from the corner of the room. Nothing.
I slid down tiredly. I could hear that stupid dobe down the hall laughing about what I had done. Laughing. I scowled. How could that blond idiot laugh at a time like this?
I brushed my bangs out of my eyes, feeling that vulnerability enter my system again. That's when I heard it. The sirens.
I groaned and put my face in my hands. There were times like this when I especially wanted to cry. I needed it. This time, I had lost control. I knew I had taken it too far.
I'm running out of time. I need to find the son of a bitch that turned me into this...this...night walker. I growled angrily. I need to find my brother. But before I can reach him, I need to contact someone from the other world. Anyone. But this…this wasn't part of the plan. This wasn't supposed to happen. I groaned louder and curled up deeper into myself. My moan could be heard down the entire hallway, dark sad and eerie.
I wasn't supposed to be the first spirit ever to kill a human.
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