They sat in the tomb listening to the Ghost Bride humming the wedding march as she passed by for the hundredth time. Gerald sat beside the gang twitching slightly. The smell of dead flowers and dust filled the dry air. The noises of his classmates whimpers echoing off of the marble. He looked at each of them the terror on their faces evident.
He smiled slightly until his eyes landed on the blonde huddled in the corner. Her small frame was drowned in the white lace gown she had worn in her attempt at scaring them all. He pale blue eyes lined in jet black makeup. He couldn't help but smile as he noticed her bottom lip tremble. His smile faded however when she looked up and caught his eyes. He could feel the terror radiate off of them.
He move unconsciously to her. And sat beside her on the cold stone. He noticed as her shoulders tensed up but chose to ignore it.
"Remember when dad told this story to us back then. You and I weren't scared a bit but…"
"Jamie-O had to sleep in your parents room because he got so scared." She breathed a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.
Gerald chuckled slightly and nodded "And then when they finally kicked him out we found him rocking back and forth by their door."
She looked up at him the smile growing a little "With Mr. Stuffalots,"
"And his blankie!"
The two shared a quiet laugh their shoulders rocking. They didn't notice that their hands had slowly been slipping towards each other until their fingertips touched. Helga stiffened again and pulled away. Gerald glanced sadly at her as she stood and went to the door and peered out
"I think she's gone." She said her voice trembling, though Gerald knew that it wasn't out of fear this time but sadness.
*This one is very short but I will be posting another shortly I promise!