Hey it's me, LifesDisgrace, again with my disclaimer yet again….

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SCREAM IF YOU LOVE JONAH! AGH!


CHAPTER 2

He had fallen asleep easily that night. He hadn't slept in days, with his "amazing" séances. He opened his eyes, regaining his sight, a girl stood looking at him with the milky eyes he was so used too. Though there was no color, no pupil, they looked expectant, wanting. She looked peaceful, unlike the other spirits that haunted him. He heard a voice scream in the back of his mind, she was trying to communicate with him. "HELP ME! HELP ME!" Did she not know she was dead. He recognized her. Her name was Elizabeth James. He had watched his father do whatever it was he did… He had explained it many times to him, but Jonah, struck with fear, would never listen. She had disappeared 5 years before until a young hunter found her with her throat deeply cut.

About 3 days ago he had communicated with her when her family had come. It's was hard, especially when she didn't even know she was dead… She refused to communicate with him, but afraid of Aikman, he forced her to answer the questions her family wanted to know, and no more, and unlike most of the spirits he had attempted to communicate with, she refused to use his body as a way to talk to her loved ones. Jonah stared at her. She opened her mouth to let a long thick stream of scarlet liquid pour out.

Jonah slid back wide eyed, with his mouth wide open. He had seen more horrific scenes then that, but something about it made him extremely uneasy. He wanted to scream, but a gag caught in his throat. "Leave me alone. All of you just leave me alone!"

One day, I'll leave this life he thought. He wanted so badly to help her, to help all of the demonic spirits that tormented him, to get them away from him so he could live his life… Whatever life was to him. He closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again. He sighed. He looked around his dark room, shadowed with the early sun's rays. The bright yellow paint, the beautiful painting of a dark tree with a mocking bird perfectly perched on one of its branches, unsettled, but peaceful. God, please get me out of here his tortured mind screamed, hoping someone would here it, and get him away from everything, whatever the cost might be.