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The quite ticking of the wall clock seemed endless. I guess it is, if you think about it. Time is endless. A few weeks ago, I would have disagreed. I would have said that when you pass on, time stops. Time doesn't exist anymore. Now, I know that's not true. How? Well, a few weeks ago I started to see ghosts. Ghosts who are stuck roaming the Earth for an endless amount of time.
Liz. Liz is a girl I met locked up in Lyle House. They, the Edison Group, killed her claiming she was a failed subject in their sinister experiments. They genetically modified us, tried to make the effects of our powers lessen. It didn't work. We only became stronger, uncontrollable, failures...
I let my thoughts drone on listening to Tori's soft snores. We had just arrived at this "safe house" early last night, but it was too dark to look around and we were all too tired to do anything but sleep. Even though everyone keeps saying we're safe, I don't feel it. I can't help it, but with every creak of the floorboards, every branch scraping the windows, every wind that whistled through the trees. Any sound seemed to make me uneasy. Every sound seemed to make the back of my neck prickle.
I turned my head toward the window. Still dark. I could only guess that it was early morning, between three to four o'clock. As I rolled my head back into the center of the pillow, I felt the soft, warm bed that I slept in. Finally. It felt so nice to be in a bed again, something I would enjoy much more if only I could sleep.
I lay still, listening, for about an hour and a half when my eyelids, at last, began to drift closed. I could feel myself drifting off, and couldn't help but think of all the dead animals I could raise in my sleep. That must be a side effect of the Edison group's modification. I couldn't control raising the dead when I was asleep. Lucky for me, though, the dead decided they'd rather have me awake.
I crushed me eyes closed harder as I heard a girlie, high-pitched giggle snake around my head. Great! Just what I needed!
"W-w-who's there?" dang stutter.
There was no response.
I gathered every ounce of my courage that I practiced building up these past few weeks and mumbled, "F-fine. If you want to play games then you can forget talking to m-me."
The only response was another high-pitched laugh that made the hair on the back neck prickle again. I slid farther down, burrowing myself in the covers.
Something hit the wall above my head.
That's just what I needed, I thought, Not only is there a ghost, but a poltergeist. Perfect.
"How's it going, necro?" the ghost sneered.
I pulled my head out from under the covers in time to see a vague form. It wasn't very clear, but enough to assure me that she wasn't smiling.
Well, that's Chapter 1. Cliff-hanger! Hopefully you liked it and will want more... Maybe? Well, I hope you did like it. If I get some positive reviews I'll keep writing.