Chapter 7

I felt the lamp repairmen still watching me, and continued to walk faster. He probably thought i was crazy. Or he might have believed me. I hoped he wouldn't go to the police. He doesn't even know my name. It was also dark so he probably wouldn't be able to identify me either. They would never believe me when i said a spirit was trying to kill me because another spirit had "interest in me." I sighed.

As I thumbed for the right key on my key chain, i still felt like someone was watching me. I grew frightened again. It might have just been the repairman, making sure i was safe at home. Or Jack Frost. I just hoped it wasn't the horses guy. As i put in my key in the lock, i thought about not going to my house, going to somewhere else, so they wouldn't know where i lived. But I was cold. And wet. And it was dark, and how do i put it? I didn't feel safe at all.

"Hey." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Would you answer me?!" "HELLO?!"

It took a while, I must admit, but I suddenly realized that the boy's voice was talking to me. I stopped and walking and turned slightly, seeing no one. A tear slid down my face. I desperately wanted to see him, but I couldn't. It was impossible. Why could he see me and I couldn't see him?

"Hello?" I asked, wanting to at least know the direction where he was coming from. Nothing. I turned away facing the direction where I was going, and continued walking, my pace growing faster.

"It's okay, Liz. Ignore the watched feelings. Ignore the ice. Ignore the black horses. Everything is fine. I'm not scared. I'm just extremely sick. From almost drowning and horses almost killing me. No biggy." I laughed dryly.

My reassuring didn't do a thing however. I still felt like I was being watched. I still saw all the ice and the horses. Cold and the horses almost killed me, of course I saw them! It WAS a biggy. I sighed. My numb fingers thumbling for my keys. As I waltzed into my house.

I made some hot cocoa, grabbed a warm blanket, laid on the couch, and turned on the TV with my remote.

"And now for the wea-" I didn't want to hear it. I knew what the weather was like. Cold death with a side of horses made of black sand. Interesting precipitation, but I still didn't want to hear it. I yelled this at the TV, and I heard a chuckle in response. I couldn't ignore the feeling that I watched anymore when that sounds comes out, and it wasn't my mouth that said it.

I immediately stood up, scared once again.

I know it's a short chapter. but i rly need to work on another story cuz people were asking me to update on the other story for a while XD so.

this chapter's better than nothin' right? :D

EDIT:
so apparently i had two versions of chapter 7 0.0
so i added both on here XD