Chapter Four
Monster in the Closet
"Did 'ya find anything out from her yet?" Katy asked, lying across the couch with her head on the arm rest and feet stretched over Kristoff's lap. Anna sighed from the love seat she was crouched in before she answered.
"Only a name." She said.
"Oh? Care to elaborate?" Kristoff asked, his head perking up from the obituaries he was searching.
"Elsa is what she said. It kinda sounds familiar though…" Anna replied, trying to think. It was the first Friday of the school year and Katy, Kristoff and Anna were in Anna's living room looking over the obituaries they didn't get to yet, munching on pizza rolls and drinking milk. Sven and Olaf were outside playing Nerf war in the back yard in the tree house.
"Well that's a pretty name! Too bad she's-" Katy started but Anna stopped her.
"I don't think she's actually dead, Katy." Anna said. Kristoff inhaled milk and started coughing, sputtering milk everywhere and Katy dropped the pizza roll she had in her hand on her lap, mouth agape. Anna shifted, slightly uncomfortable at their appalled gazes.
"What do you mean she's 'not dead'? What else is she supposed to be?" Kristoff asked hoarsely.
"I've been thinking about it for a while now. A ghost, unless extremely powerful, cannot interact with the physical world. The rumor stated that the violin music would play until someone walked in, and it would stop, which would mean that she would have to physically touch the iPod, the source, and turn it off." She reasoned. "And while I was talking to her, she didn't seem all that powerful. In fact, it seemed as though she was hardly even there, so as a ghost, she wouldn't even be able to touch the iPod, much less be able to talk or even be visible to me. Remember what Mike said when we asked him about the OBE?" Anna said.
"He said that he bumped into Jiminy's desk after he saw James shiver, right?" Katy said slowly. Anna nodded.
"Which would mean it would be entirely possible for Elsa to be in a prolonged OBE, and not in the obituaries, which would also explain why we couldn't find her in them sooner." Anna said.
"But then… wait a minute…" Kristoff said, shaking his head. Anna and Katy turned to face him.
"Don't OBE's only last until you, like, wake up or something? How can she be in an OBE? You have to wake up sometime." He brought up. Anna pondered the information then shook her hand up and down as she thought of a possible reason.
"She could be out-cold or in a coma! That usually invokes an OBE in several patients!" Anna said.
"Then we just have to wake her up!" Katy exclaimed, sitting up and plopping a pizza roll in her mouth.
"Yeah, but we have one last problem." Kristoff said. Anna and Katy looked over to him once more.
"What is it now, Mr. Grouch?" Katy said, rolling her eyes.
"We need to know where her body is before we can do that, and frankly, unless you know which Elsa this girl is, we'll be looking in every hospital in town, and do you know how many are in Arendelle?" Kristoff said.
"Um… a few?" Katy offered.
"Sixteen, at least. That'll take us forever, especially since none of us are family or friends of this girl that anyone knows of." Kristoff informed, crossing his arms. The three stayed quiet as the information sank in.
"I can talk to her." Anna said slowly. Katy and Kristoff glanced at her. "I can… I might be able to ask her if she knows if she is still alive and where she is."
"That's kind of a morbid question to bring up. This might be why you can't get a date." Katy said. Anna pushed her off the couch, Katy giggling all the way down and landing with a thump.
"We'll just have to visit this Elsa girl with you next time you ditch Latin. I have a free period after Latin and I'm sure Katy can make up an excuse to leave." Kristoff said.
"Sounds like a plan! I finally get to meet this Elsa chick Anna keeps flustering over!" Anna kicked her in the shin. "Ow!"
It was a wonderful Friday evening and school was out, but Elsa was all alone in the third floor music room, listening to the iPod the girl named Anna had brought back to her after 'examining' it. She smiled faintly at the thought of her. She didn't quite know why, but Elsa wasn't afraid of her like she was everyone else. While everyone else would go into that room on a dare and make a lot of noise and just be unpleasant altogether, Anna was different. Elsa didn't want to admit it, but she had been watching the redhead all that week since she entered the building. Something about her seemed familiar, but Elsa couldn't put a finger on it. She glanced outside longingly, knowing very well that this weekend would be a long one.
She had no other memories other than her name, the fact she owned that iPod, and that she woke up in that music room a couple months ago to find that no one would even look at her. No one except a strange boy who only came by to make her feel worse than she already did. She could hear footsteps echoing down the hall and pricked her ears, but didn't look. Then, a feeling of dread fell over her and she knew who it was; Hans. She turned the music off and hid away in the instrument closet, trying to get away from what he would say next.
The music room door opened and quietly shut and footsteps softly walked into the room and stopped. Elsa didn't dare emerge from her hiding spot, scared of being spotted by the strange boy who could see her. She heard a light chuckle.
"Elsa, I know you're here. Why don't you play some of that music again?" His deep silky voice came. She shuddered at his voice and tucked herself further into the corner of the closet. When she didn't comply, he chuckled again.
"Oh, come now, sweet Elsa. Are you so weak now that you can't even touch that silly little iPod? What are you hiding for?" He said and Elsa could hear his footsteps growing closer to her hiding spot. She tucked her knees to her chest and buried her head between her knees, willing him to go away. The footsteps stopped and she heard a sigh.
"Elsa, I know of that girl who has been visiting you lately." Elsa's breath hitched and her eyes grew wide, her heart beat increasing rapidly. "Do you really think she's actually coming to see you willingly? Ha, I bet it's just a silly little bet, just like everyone else." The footsteps grew even closer to the closet.
"Oh Elsa… If only there were someone out there who loved you." He sneered. Elsa's heart sank further than her stomach and she felt tears well up in her eyes, but refused to make a sound. The music room door opened again and another voice spoke up.
"Hans, what are you doing in here? School is out, son, go home." It was Mr. Kuzco the principle.
"Yes sir, I was just getting my sisters iPod. She left it here when she was studying." He said. Only the sound of Kuzco's grunt and Hans' footsteps leaving and the door shutting once more gave Elsa her solitary silence she liked. She stayed in that closet, for how long, she didn't know. She knew what he said was right. She didn't know how, but she knew. After what seemed like hours, she finally stood up, shook herself off, and cautiously walked out, glancing around before leaving her hiding spot completely. She walked over to her window and peered out.
It was already dark out and the moon was casting an eerie but calming glow into the room. Elsa had never tried before, but she decided she would take a walk away from the school. She had no idea how she was able to touch solid objects and be able to go through them, but it made things all the easier for her. She walked through the window and floated to the ground. So far so good…
She took one step towards the gates. Then another, and another. Soon, she was past the gates of the school and walking down the road, lights of the passing cars only a haze as she allowed her feet to guide her way. Buildings loomed in the dark moon-lit town and she passed several people, both sickly drunk and extremely sober, as she found her way around them without disturbing them. She didn't have a clue as to where it was she was going, but she trusted her instinct, if that what this feeling was that is. Something in the pit of her stomach started to flutter the closer to a specific building she got to. She looked up to it and saw the words 'Arendelle Trust Hospital' in large bold red-lit lights at the top of a building at least twelve stories tall.
She soon found herself walking through (Literally) the front door and down the halls to the emergency stairwell. Where am I going? What's so special here that I don't know about? Well, I don't know a lot of things, so that might just be it… She shook her head as she continued her ascent until she reached the tenth floor, walked through the door once more (there is something seriously cool about that) and found herself in the ER. Doctors rushed around, papers and clipboards in hand as they busheled around, going seemingly nowhere. She didn't pause to look at them individually, but rather let her feet continue to be her trusting guide and led herself down to an empty hall to a lone door. There was something of a feeling of dread wafting in thick waves from the other side of the door.
She looked at a plaque screwed into the wall next to the door and saw a name; Elsa T. Catherine. Her eyes widened and it felt as though her heart had stopped; she was right there, right in front of the door to her waking up from this hellish nightmare. All she needed to do was open the door and… And what? Phase through my body? How exactly does that work? Am I supposed to… just… wake myself up..? Elsa didn't know, but she did know one thing and that was she was one step closer to ending her horrendous nightmare.
She slowly raised her hand to push it through the door, but when her palm met with the solidness of the barrier, it stopped. Her heart raced and she pushed a little bit harder, this time with both hands. She started to panic and tried to throw herself at it in futile attempts to get through. She wanted desperately to just wake up and get on with her life. But then, what life does she have? Would she remember everything after going back to her own body, the one place that had all of her memories? Do I even want to remember anything?
She reared back and threw herself once more at the door, but something came out to meet her; something huge, wispy and black, smelling rather closely to death. It had come out and smacked her aside like a fly, slamming her into the wall cattycorner of the door. She shook her head and looked up, her heart almost coming to a complete stop (If I have one that is) when she watched as the black mass slowly took form. Fear was the only way she could explain how… whatever this thing was, looked. It had multiple heads, closely resembling mannequin heads. The one in the center had a split down its face which wore a faint smile as it extended it strange black snake-like neck so its face was inches from Elsa's. She hardly noticed that the thing closely resembled a spider, it's legs a mash-up of mannequin legs and arms, all bent in grotesque angles that made Elsa want to run for her life.
What's worse, is that the whiteness of the plastic looking shell of a skin had red and black stains all over it and Elsa could only think of one thing they might be; blood. The split in the main-looking head slowly shifted, and then suddenly opened faster than a child's eyes on Christmas morning, revealing rows and rows of teeth in a bloodstained mouth. Something came out of the mouth that Elsa quickly recognized as a second mouth and two claw-looking hands on either side of it, also complete with several rows of bloodstained teeth.
The head reared back and Elsa knew for a fact that it was aiming to kill. Before it could snap it's ugly head forward in a fatal death blow, Elsa leaned back against the wall behind her and phased through it, got up, and sprinted/flew as fast as her ghostly body would allow, phased through the opposite wall and found herself outside the tenth floor wall, but refused to stop. She didn't stop running and refused to look back until she reached the music room closet corner she had hid away when Hans came earlier that day; that was her shelter, her safe house when things got hairy. She was shaking so much she was rattling the tambourine racks she had squeezed herself between. This time, Elsa had refused to leave the safety of that closet until early morning a few days later when she had recognized Anna's voice calling to her, coaxing her out of wherever she was hiding.
END CHAPTER
Sorry about my silence guys! I was trying to find out how I was supposed to put a description at the bottom and I guess I found it! This is my first time ever using but I have been reading some wonderful stories up here, so I decided 'Why not post one of my own?' and so I have! Anyway, now a little bit about this chapter! If you want to know what the fuck that thing is that hit Elsa away from the door, go to Google and look up 'Mannequin Spider'. I've been watching a lot of Silent Hill, so I decided to base the creature off of it. You might be seeing a lot of other Silent Hill references too :D
Anyway, if you guys have any questions or concerns about this fic, please feel free to ask away! Also, reviews are very much appreciated! This story might have maybe 30 something chapters and maybe even another story that goes with it, depending on where I want this to go. Who knows with me, right? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this! There shall be more creepy things and fluff in the future!
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