Sorry, I'm really slow when it comes to updating.

Disclaimer: I don't own Casper or the Ghostly Trio, so can somebody PLEASE cage up those rabid fans?

Nightmares/dreams/flashbacks are italicized and in bold.

Thoughts are italicized.


Haunted by the Past (2)

Stupid fleshie. Breakfast was over an hour ago. Stretch glared out the window. Stinkie and Fatso were on the couch fighting over which show they would watch next. Kat's words still at the front of his mind. "Get a grave" How dare she say that to ME!...It's not right, what they did.

"You monster!" "Go back to Hell where you belong demon!" "Murderer!" That last one was the one that struck the hardest. All of the other things they said paled in comparison to that. They couldn't really think he had done it? Whether they did or not didn't really matter. He knew he wasn't guilty, and his brother's would have said the same…but they were the ones who'd been killed.

Violet eyes raked across the crowd of people calling for his blood. For 'justice'. Ignoring the looks of hatred and disgust in the faces of the townspeople, Alexander searched for any familiar faces in the crowd. There were none. So, they weren't lying, then. After his 'trial' he'd listened to his judge say that the rest of the McFadden clan would be kept from his execution. They weren't even going to be given the body afterwards. He apparently didn't deserve a marked grave.

Alexander looked down at his wrist at the bracelet his sister Cassandra had given him when they'd said their last goodbyes. None of the guards had taken it from him, though he knew that was because it was made invisible to everyone who wasn't in his clan. This thing would help them find him afterwards and keep him from decaying in the meantime…in theory. No one had used it for tracking before. What if they couldn't-no. It wouldn't matter anyway. He wouldn't be there to care. He turned his head back to the crowd, keeping his expression indifferent. There was no way he'd show fear. Not to these bastards.

The minister finished reading off the charges and had the rope tightened. "Now, good people of Stormhaven, we will cleanse ourselves of this abomination." He motioned to someone behind Alexander. Suddenly, a shrill voice screamed out from the back of the crowd, and everyone turned to the source.

His blood ran cold. The wordless scream had come from a seven-year-old little girl. Tears were running down her face and strands of her black hair were stuck to her face. Her tears followed the path of the scars the cliff rocks had left when she'd fallen down them just over a year ago. "No…" he whispered under his breath. "Hecate…"

The floor fell out from under him and the rope pulled taunt. There was a spike of pain in his neck before everything went black.

Never did find my body, wherever those bastards hid it. Now the two younger members of the Trio were engaged in a tug-of-war over the remote. Growling, Stretch glided over to them, snatched the remote, and turned the channel to the action movie network before going back to his chair with the remote. "I can't even think straight with you two around." Stretch grumbled as he set the remote on the floor.

Stinkie and Fatso glanced at each other, shrugged, and sat back down on the couch. Finally some peace. "Hey!" Fatso exclaimed after a few seconds "I've seen this one before! They-" "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Just 'cause you stay up to watch them late-night shows don't you get to ruin the ending!" Stinkie said. Alright, that's it! "Both of ya just shut up and watch the damn movie!" Stretch yelled, eyes flashing red.

For a few minutes only the sounds of the television could be heard in the room. Stinkie and Fatso eyed their brother warily. Sighing, Stretch got up. "I'm…goin' upstairs." He said quietly. "I'll see ya at dinner." Why'd those stupid fleshies have ta come here. Floating through the ceiling, Stretch went to the third floor and started towards his room. It's just day one and one of 'em's already got me pissed off. It's is gonna be hell 'til they leave.


Read and review please, peoples. Review(insert spooky voice from nowhere)...or it will haunt you for the rest of your days. Mwahahaha! 'K thanks, next (and last) chapter is about Fatso. It's gonna be a good dream to balance out all the bad vibes.