Up in his room Dash sorted through various papers on his bed. Many of which were very old styled papers, each witha tint of gold to them to show their age. The words written on the paper were written with an olden feather pen. As the papers were moved about each one made a crinkling noise. Obviously these needed to be treated with much care. The boys brown eyes scanned over the words quickly. Yes, Dash was in search of the journal pages that his great grandfather had wrote about the ghost. The boy had already been interested in the paranormal a trait passed down to him from his grandfather of course. Unfortunately due to the rep his family had gained because of what that GHOST did, Dash was forced to hide his interest in it. Everyone cursed his grandfather for the horrible rep that had been bestowed upon them. However, Dash knew better now, now he knew who to blame and that his grandfather had been telling the truth!
In front of him the boy held a piece of paper with the sketch of not just one ghost, but three! One of them the ghost that he'd run into earlier in the day with that girl! Dash's eyes scanned over the words written beside each of the sketched pictures. Anger quickly filled the boys hardened eyes, setting the paper paper beside him. There in front of him were a set of pictures that his grandfather had taken and filed. Reaching down Dash slowly picked them up and stared at the people in them. There was a tall lengthy man with short but very well kept hair with a small ponytail, A Heavier Set man with short curly hair, and Scraggly looking guy with semi-long hair that was pulled back in a pony tail. The tall man was dressed very properly for a man of his time. The Heavier set man was close to being dressed well, but they were a little out there. The Scraggly guy wore oddly darkened clothes representing the Gothic trend that the McFadden family was known for.
The following set of pictures were of a girl with red hair and the scraggly guy together. The boys smirked as he looked through the last bit of pictures. "Johnson Tavis McFadden, Blayne McFadden, Benen McFadden, Sloane McFadden, Casper McFadden, Elizabeth McFadden, Chad Neilson and Fiona Allardyce." Quietly each name left his mouth as he read them off the back of one picture. "It was that hack who caused my great grandfather to... NO...It was ALL of their faults! I won't let them get away with it... I'll get them back for it! My Great Grandfather will have justice!" Dash growled through his teeth as he stared at the papers. "That one girl was with him! She'll be the key to finding him!" A devilish grin grew widely across the boys face as he rubbed his hands together. "But how... how will I be able to find her...?" Just as he began thinking out loudly his mother came to the door. "Dash? Are you in bed yet? Remember you've got work tomorrow and then you have to drive your sister to her lessons!" His mother shouted through the door that was locked. "Y-yes ma'am!" Dash called back and grumbled and continued his talk to himself.
"I suppose that'll be fine. Once I'm alone i'll be able to stop by a store and gather a few needed items." Dash gathered up all of the papers and photos, placing them into a box under his bed. After he was sure that they were all hidden well the teen crawled into bed and laid down for the night. Two hours after the boy had fallen asleep, two sets of eyes peered around through the wall. Slowly the two sets of eyes glanced at each other agreeing that it was time to head in. Through the wall Stretch and Fatso floated, both of their beady eyes glared the sleeping teen down. "Under da bed... get it." Stretch whispered, floating around to get a good view of the boys face. Fatso nodded and did his best getting under the bed. "I...don't..think I can...fit!" Fatso grunted as he kept trying to get under, causing it to rock around a little. Stretch hadn't even taken notice of what Fatso had been doing. The tall ghosts eyes were fixed in an angered narrow slant, even though the ghosts face seemed to be paler then usual. With a loud "OOMPF!" Fatso finally made it under the bed, grabbing up a few things.
"...Damn fleshie...Stupid skin sack..!" Stretch angrily muttered, flash backs running through his head. Without even noticing how enraged he had become from just looking at the boy, Stretches hands inched closer and closer to the humans neck. "I should jus' take care of da problem now... No one will know... No one will hear..! Den we wun have t'worry 'bout anythin!" The lengthy spectres thoughts wandered mindlessly. Then suddenly a LOUD crash could be heard coming from the left hand corner of the boys room. Trophies, Books, CDs and everything spilled everywhere on the floor. Snapping out of the trance he'd been in Stretch shook his head and looked towards the noise. Fatso had apparently had trouble getting out from under the bed. The pressure that had built up around his waist as he tried to get out having caused him to slam into the casing. In seconds the boys brown eyes shot open a loud scream coming from his mouth as he stared at Stretch. "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"
"Damn it! Fatso, lets get outta 'ere!" Stretch panicked grabbing his brother by the arm, flying out the side of the house with him. Dash ticked from having his 'sacred' room viled by those two ghosts, ran to the window and watched them fly away. "THAT'S RIGHT! LEAVE! I'LL GET YOU BACK! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" The words seemed to hiss from the boys mouth, his eyes about as cold as the snow that fell. Having heard the ruckus the boys fathered pounded on the door braking it down as he came running in. "What! WHAT IS IT!" The father demanded to know staring at his son as he flipped on the light. "There was a burglar... He got away...Don't worry about it. I'll get them tomorrow..." Dash waved a hand heading back over to his bed. "Bu-!" His father was cut off before he could finish speaking. "I SAID, I'LL GET IT TOMORROW!" Both parents just made a face and backed down, nodding their heads. Once the parents were gone the boy softly placed a hand around his neck.
The cold dark frightened brown eyes in his head shook in fear as all he could think about was the look on Stretchs face. "That ghost... he..he was going to... while I was...! It's just as Great Grandfather said...!"The boy snarled out suddenly, balling up his hand into a fist. "They were going to kill me... just like they did to me grandfather!...Well...I won't give them the chance..."A roll of laughter formed on the edge of his tongue, slowly as it turned into a maddening cackle.