Haunted Chapter 1

It was past 11 o'clock in the evening when he arrived at his apartment. He tiredly unlocked his room and slowly opened the never quiet door. He just finished presenting the blueprint as well as the materials needed at the project to Atobe. He's already worn out but he has to finish reconstructing the blueprint for the changes that Atobe ordered him to do. He needed to finish it so he can start working on the site tomorrow. He has to finish this project as soon as possible so he can start another project assigned to in Tokyo.

He turned on the lights and sluggishly walked over the work table. When he's alone, he tended to do and act things that were not expected of him thus his reputation as a stoic, calm, reserved man would not be tarnished. He clumsily spread the blueprints on his work table and dropped his bag at the carpeted floor. He placed hi T-square and other materials at the table beside the design. He turned on the desk lamp and seated himself at the wooden chair.

For 55 minutes he drew lines, erase errors, solve and estimate areas, surfaces and length. He paused for a small break. He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling that a headache will come. He closed his tired, red eyes and rested his brain of thoughts. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and took a glance at his digital watch. '10 seconds left before the clock strikes midnights,' he thought to himself. He yawned and stretched his arms, preparing his body for another hour of work before retiring to sleep.

He picked his mechanical pencil which he placed together with his triangles. He was about to continue his work when a sudden strong wind appeared out of nowhere and began to blow the room's insides. His tables upturned, shelves and closet shaking and his knick knacks were flying. He picked his instruments especially his blueprints and stored them in a secure place (probably the closet) and searched for opened windows that led the wind inside.

He frowned when he found none of the windows were opened. 'What kind of phenomenon is this? This is illogical,' he thought while gripping his clothes to his chest thinking that it might rip off. He walked towards the window where his study table is and was about to open it when the wind suddenly stopped.

Silence took place. An eerie silence that is. 'What's happening??' Out of a sudden, he felt a sudden chill from his shoulder blades up his nape that made him shiver. Slowly he turns around.

"Wha-!?!?!" His eyes widen at the image in front of him. A solid perhaps ghost wearing a bloodied and torn wedding gown with a knife stabbed in her heart was staring at him with bulging eyes. Her pupils were narrowed and both scleras were mixed hepatic and blood red colors. Her face was very pale and large cyanotic veins were visible to her features and gunshot wounds with dried blood were marring her already damaged features. Dry, cracked lips and hungry tongue were slowly advancing on his jugular area. He pushed her on impulse and he shivered with intensity as he felt her rigid, hard, chilly, frozen body.

He instantly pulled his hands off her, his feet acting on instinct and took steps backwards, away from her. He tripped on his bag and lost his balance. He reached the shelf for support. Unfortunately, the shelf itself is unbalanced and he fell on the floor with his back; the bookshelf falling over him. He glanced at the phantom above him. She was crackling while showering him with wilted flowers and black roses from her tattered bouquet. She gave him her most evil sneer saying, "You'll meet your fate soon. Your fate depends on me. You cannot escape from my grasp. Hahahahaha!!!!!"

That was the last thing he heard and saw until consciousness escaped him.

"What the-!?!?!?!" Tezuka screamed as he trashed in his bed. He sat upright on his bed. He blindly took his glasses from the bedside table while his other hand gently rubbing the sleep off his eyes. He wore his spectacles and looked at his surroundings. He sighed in relief. He glanced at his clock. 'Damn it! It's already six o'clock! I have a meeting with Atobe at six thirty!'

He went out of his bed muttering about stupid nonsensical dreams when-

"What stupid dreams? They're all real." He froze. He looked at where the voice that haunts his dreams were. Slowly, he looked down. The haunted face was lying on the floor, her eyes were intensely staring at him and her body- damnit! He's stepping on her dead body!!!

He jumped back on his bed with ease. The body lying on the floor gave a shrill laughter and stood straight from the ground without bending her already stiff muscles. She floated towards him, her body passed through the bed. He went out of the bed and backed on the wall. She charged at him, laughing insanely while yelling, "YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE ME!!!! NEVER!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

She passed through her and through the wall, her voice lingering like an echo while Tezuka stood there like a statue place on the wall.

---tbc---

A/N: Than k goodness i updated even just ONE of my fics!! lol! sorry for the wait. i honestly forgot to update this one. Sorry!!! as for the other fics such as:

i love you twice- i had a bloody writers' block! i hate it!!

it takes two to be a chosen one and heartaches- i lost my written drafts

of love and disguise- i haven't typed it yet but the nex chapter's finished.

hope i could update this soon..thanks for the patience..

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so, what do you think of this chapter???.... feedbacks except for flames are accepted.

ja ne!

-glyzher dawn-