The Ghosts of Nightmares – VenturianTale Fanfic
What? Where the heck am I? I attempted to move but soon realised that I were restrained with a pair of rusty handcuffs to a bent iron bar coming through the floor towards the middle of the room. Not only do I not know where I am but I can't move too much either. I glanced around the dark damp room noticing the empty toilet rolls littered across the floor, a puzzled expression passed my face as the door at the far left began to creak open. An old gentleman with a psychotic look in his eye, cracked glasses, crazy white spiked up hair and a dirty creased lab coat entered kicking the litter across the floor as he stumbled forward towards me. He had this eerie glow around him. The old guy began to scream I tried to back away but I couldn't. A smile cracked across his wrinkly face as he came closer and closer…
The creaky old door fell off its hinges as two men came through. The first guy who came through activated some sort of device which emitted a high pitched sonic noise so loud it shattered the weak rusty handcuffs. As I looked at my trembling uncuffed hands the old guy continued his manoeuvre but all of a sudden just halted. The smile slowly wiped off his face and into an expression of horror to reveal an ear-splitting scream as he dissipated into thin air. "Come on. We'll get you out of here Sir." Said the second guy as he helped me up.
The two men were faces I have seen before but I couldn't place it at this particular moment in time. The appearances of the two clearly differed from each other. The first guy appeared to have brown average hair covered with a hood and had quite a level headed attitude whereas the second guy had sparkling eyes, a fair skin complexion and astonishing dark hair. I walked alongside the pair when I realised that I recognised them from the Paranormal Investigation Extraordinaire commercial.
The first guy was an American who goes by the name of Johnny Ghost (quite well known in the ghost hunting business as a professional) whereas the second guy goes by the name of Johnny Toast, a British ghost hunting apprentice (Oh come on who can forget that hair!).
"Do you recognise us?" Toast mentioned after catching me stare at that magnificent hair. Wish I had some of that. "Yeah you guys are P.I.E I remember the badly acted commercial." I saw a Ghost put a hand across his face. "Well that happens if one decides to have a whole case of Whiskey right before shooting, isn't that right Toast?" uttered Ghost throwing an accusing look to Toast. "So what's your name?" posed Toast as if to change the subject. "I'm Tommy Grill."
The building we had walked into looked fairly run down and had a certain horror aspect to it. It had a redish colour smeared across the bricked walls and across the dirty cracked floor. They exchanged a look as a white hand unfurled from behind to attach itself to the face of Johnny Ghost, as Ghost attempted to cry out another hand shot out and took out the legs of Toast stifling his screams by attaching a third hand onto his mouth. Both men were pulled away as I heard the rustling of the suited white monster disappear. I sat alone in the middle of this creepy damp building all alone with nowhere to go…