hey guys! this is a short chapter, but someone asked me to post it and i thought "better just do it!". I'm sorry if this chapter is really confusing since so much happens but isn't is explained! Please just keep reading everything will be explained :) Thank you for the favs/follows please keep reviewing
Hayden's POV
Could a ghost die of boredom? It seemed possible after being stuck in the basement for nearly four years. Hayden sighed and wandered aimlessly around the basement. Why was she cursed to this existence? Hayden knew she deserved more than this dank basement. The house should belong to her; if Vivien was gone the house would be different. Hayden imagined the house where the ghosts could live in harmony, where no one was cast down to the basement.
Children's laughter drifted towards Hayden. She peeked around the corner to see Angela and Margret playing with Travis. He was crouched down next to the girls, a tiara balanced on his head. Old teapots and cups were spread on the table before them. Hayden smiled and laughed watching them. Travis lifted the teacup to his lips to amuse the girls. She leaned against the frame of the doorway.
"I didn't know you were such a ladies man, Travis." They jerked around to look at her. Travis laughed self-consciously, the girls sat quietly. Hayden felt a sinking sensation. Was she really such a pain-in-the-ass that even the burned girls didn't want to talk to her? She smiled a little to brush it off and then continued with the usual tour.
Sadness and rage swelled like cancer in Hayden's chest. Why couldn't she be accepted? Didn't she matter to anyone? When she died only one person looked for her, Marla, Hayden's only sister. In the long run Hayden never mattered. A long time ago she'd lost her father's privilege when she choose to attend a different college then the family tradition of going to Brown. Her mother was a weak woman, Hayden had always hated her.
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs she looked up at the faint crack of light that filtered down to her. The strip of cold light landed across her eyes, making them burn. She could hear the baby wailing, the sounds of Vivien and Ben talking. Hayden imagined them standing in the kitchen all crowded together like one big happy family. She spat on the floor. Rage flowed through her veins. Vivien didn't deserve another baby and Ben didn't deserve another chance at his marriage. Hayden felt the almost nonexistent bump on her stomach. Nothing lived inside of her now. Her soul ached for the feeling of a baby nestled to her chest and the love of a man.
"Hayden…" Her name floated out of the darkness, tickling her ears. Turning slowly she looked as deep into the shadows that she could. A flicker of white. Stepping forward she submerged herself.
Cold air danced along her skin, chills racked her bones. Shadows blinded her as she walked deeper into the catacombs of the basement. "Hello?" She whispered.
"Hello child…" Said the voice. Hayden froze, fear struck in her heart but also surprise and wonder. Something spoke to her; it spoke to her ears but also her heart. It whispered her greatest fears and desires. She stood still, twisting around to see where the voice came from. Out of the darkness reached a elongated pale hand. Its spider fingers stroked the tender underside of her arm. Hayden stiffened. More hands reached out and touched her. They were not connected to a body. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure slide silently in the shadows, a distorted face turned to watch her, but when she whipped around to face him he was gone. Again, only out of the corner of her eye could she barely see him.
"Who are you?" She snapped. Hayden had no patience for games.
"I am stuck here as well, like you."
"You're a ghost. What do you want?" She shivered as the hands continued to stroke her skin.
"I need something from you."
"Depends," she was interested now. "What's in it for me?" A chuckle drifted through the darkness.
"Bring me Ben Harmon and you may have him. I will help you destroy your enemies."
She didn't trust whoever this ghost was but what he offered could possibly be the best thing that had happened to her yet. She had all of eternity and nothing to lose, why not? Hayden grinned, her eyes searching the darkness.
"Lure him into adultery, make him yours…"
"Good enough for me." She laughed. This was just too good. Suddenly the hands gripped her, they held her arms in an iron grip. She shrieked and snarled but there was only silence from the darkness. Slowly, out of the corner of her eye she could see a ghostly white figure coming up to her… He approached her slowly.