Chapter 4: Time Passes

Ok, I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but I've been juggling stories recently, and this story was pushed back for a bit. Now time to answer some of my lovely comments.

ColorGuardSweetHeartHottieFury: Wonderful to hear from you again, after such a long time. I think you'll like this chapter, for obvious reasons, but you have to read it to know why. I'm so glad that you like this story so much, and will try to make it a good read for you and everyone else that's reading this story. It will basically focus on the time before, and during the movie storyline, so I hope you enjoy!

Solaria daughter of Apollo: I swear, you and LadyOFSlytherin101 are some of the most dedicated authors I've ever seen on this sight. You read a lot of my stories and comment on them, and that makes me feel just wonderful! I'm glad you like the story so far, and I hope you like this chapter too! I agree, it's a bit like the ride, but I've never had the pleasure of riding it sadly. You guys make my day with your reviews, so I hope to hear from you soon!

And now onto the chapter!

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Kiera's P.O.V.

October 31st, 1959

Another decade came and went. If I had been alive, I would have been 28 now, probably married with a husband, children, and a home of my own. But once you enter the Hollywood Tower Hotel, which the others and I had come to call the Tower of Terror, for many unsaid reasons, you never change. The only thing that I was grateful for was not having to worry about how I dressed anymore. I had been wearing the same outfit for 10 years, and I had been wearing one of my nicer ones when I died. My long blue dress with the pink ribbon around the waist, the sleeves just reaching my wrists and the skirt coming right above my ankles, the toes of my black flats peeking out. Even my hair was good, brushed and combed to perfection, something it never did when I was alive.

Alive. Just the word made me envious. For ten years, I had been trapped here, not being able to leave the grounds. Sure, I could go all around inside the hotel, and all around the property, but as soon as I tried to cross through the gates, or go up to the Tip Top Club on the 12th floor, I was thrown back about three feet, with the feeling that I had just run into a stone wall and an electric fence all at the once, so I had learned not to do that anymore. Still, if it wasn't for the ghosts, I probably would have gone insane from loneliness. Not that it was a real picnic for them either.

While I felt bad for all the ghosts, I especially felt bad for Sally. She hadn't seen her parents in 20 years, and we often talked about them, hers and mine, which was one of the issues that made us close, even though she was older (or was it younger?) then I was. Whatever it was, we were good friends, and laughed a lot when we talked. But, tonight was the anniversary, and I was anything but happy tonight. It was raining tonight, just like the night I died, but it was a lighter, calmer kind of rain then the violent thunderstorm that ended in my violent death. I was up in room 216, the room I had picked to stay, and sometimes hide, in. I was sitting at the window, which had a few cushions on it, and just sat there, watching the rain pour down, almost as fast as my tears were.

It still amazed me to this day, that when a ghost didn't eat, drink, and had no need for sleep, they could still cry. And I cried a lot, so in a way it was a wonderful release. Sally and the others had taken to leaving me alone on this night, but then they had their own problems to deal with so I didn't judge them for it. Every year on Halloween, we'd here music coming from the Tiptop club, a cruel reminder of how they could never get to the party that went on without them each and every Halloween. So it was a bit surprising when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said, wiping my eyes to get rid of the majority of tears that were in them. As the door opened, I expected to see Sally, Carolyn, or even Miss Partridge, so I was shocked when I saw that it was Dewy. "Oh Dewy! What brings you here?" I asked, watching as he twisted his hands nervously.

"Well, I was just downstairs, and I thought of you up here by yourself, and thought you might like some company," he said, and I hid a smile as I watched him blush.

"You can if you'd like, but I can tell you that I'm not the most happy person to be with," I said, feeling the crushing weight of sadness descend once again as he came over to sit next to me.

"That's all right. I think we've all become like that over the years," he said, and I gave him a small smile in response. We sat in silence for a bit, before he was the one to break the ice.

"I think you look really nice tonight, Keira," he said, and I had to laugh.

"Thanks. It never changes but it's still nice of you to say. You don't look too bad yourself," I said, and he smiled nervously at the compliment.

"I mean it though," he said, and this time I felt myself blushing. In all the years I had been here, Dewy had always struck me as kind of cute, he being only being a few years older then I. I knew that he was technically he would be about 10 years older then me, but since he never changed since he had died at 20, he was only two years older then me in ghost years. The age never seemed to be an issue, seeing that he still acted like he was 20, and I still acted like I was 18.

He had always been kind to me, and everyone else, and it made me happy that he was. Gilbert was always critical of him, but everyone else were good friends with him. For the first time that night, I was happy. Happy that for once, I didn't have to deal with the reminder of my death alone this time. For once there was someone else, who shared my pain, or at least shared a version of it.

"Thanks for coming up Dewy. It feels better now that you're here," I said, and I felt him take my hand and give it a gentle squeeze, which made my cheeks feel hot, another feeling that was surprised that ghosts could experience. We then settled back into silence, watching the rain, and listening to the music as another party came and went, another party that we were barred from ever entering. One day, I knew we'd get there. I just wish I knew when that day was.

Short I know, but I can honestly say that I'm glad for what small amount of inspiration I got on this chapter. I came up with the idea of Dewy having someone, seeing as he is one of my favorite characters from the movie, and I think he and Keira are a good match. And if there are those who think that it was a weird pairing, what with the age difference, I'm sorry, but I did try to explain the situation, and it won't be one of those weird and creepy relationships either, so if anyone has a problem with that I'm sorry, but I'm not changing it. But, if there are those who do like it, then tell me what you think, or any ideas you might have! Next chapter will be up in a couple of days, (I hope,) so I'll see you then! Thank you!