Lonelywerewolf: I do apologize for the lack of updates, but school season is almost over and we know how much work teacher's throw at as when the end of the year approaches...updates of this story might either get slower or faster, depending on how moody I am...anyway...apart from that, original characters with their original stories are like, always, welcomed, if you want them to be part of the 999 ghost rooster...right now, if I am correct, counting this chapter the total amount of ghosts whose stories have been told are: about 34 stories of the ghosts told...sigh...its a long way...let's see the amount left to tell is...965...well...it only hopes to keep on going, ja?
Chapter 35: A Story to be Told
Andy put the book in the table, still shaking from the impacts of the cannon. She looked back at the holes that decorated the already creepy room, 'I can take a few hanged men once in a while, but the reality check is really that necessary?' The girl looked around the room and noticed that Sela had also disappeared. 'Why do I get the feeling the next story is going to be worst then the cannon one?' A laugh echoed across the room, catching her off-guard. Dear girl, I beg of you! Let's continue on with the stories, open the book so we can continue reading! Shall we? Obeying the voice, Andy knew that she was going to regret it later. Words began to appear as soon as she opened the book, finally enabling the girl to read. "Let me tell you a story, about a gentleman that you know…"
"I do?"
"Yes." Answered the book. "He was a great poet in his lifetime and a good lover in the end." The picture of Andrew Leclare began to appear in the next page, and Andy was amazed. This young man looked more alive than the dead Andrew that had been her host when the Ghost Host was absent. "Andrew Leclare was from France, and aspired to be the best known poet around the globe. He settled in what used to be a town, in this area of the mansion." Andy began to hear a horse galloping in the distance and when she looked around she didn't see anything, everything was quiet, and no ghost was around. She continued on reading. "This town had it's many dangers, but Andrew was oblivious of them, and that is what cost him dearly. Monsters ran free in this part of town." Voices of people began to fill the room, and then the galloping horse was closer than before, two, later three horses. "A raid destroyed his life, to see it again will be a crime, but for some of us, won't that be fun?" Right on cue, ghostly horses with unknown riders circled around the room, yelling and balancing their weapons with demise. The riders with their guns held high, began to shoot the empty stage. Bullet after bullet, went straight into the mysterious silhouette of a man that stood in the stage, holding a small book in one hand and a pen in the other.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!" A scream shook the room, and Andy saw as the body fell backwards, she gasped of what she saw. There was Andrew, blood all over his face with holes on his neck and chest. The riders ran towards the wall, disappearing. Thinking all was over, a sudden explosion made Andy fall back, then everything was still, very still. She was alone. Peaceful now he rests upon this walls…called the voice of the unknown host, shaking Andy a little more than she had been before. Shall we continue with our tales? This next one is sure to chill your bones!!
"….Don't say anything you might regret, Andy…" the girl told herself. "Nothing at all…"