I was laying on my bed eating snacks and talking to Daryl through the walkie. It was real late. "Have you seen any of the Halloween movies?"

"Nah."

"What? Not any? Not even one?"

"Nah, not any."

"That's crazy to me. I've seen them all." I took a bite of a cookie. "What about Friday the Thirteenth?"

"Yeah, I seen that one." He said. "What the hell are you eatin'? All I hear is you crunchin'.'

I laughed. "Cookies. The fudge striped. They're my favorite." I smiled.

"Gimme some."

"Come over and get 'em. I ain't walking all the way over there." I laughed.

"You little brat. Wait until you want somethin' from me."

I laughed again. "So, have you seen the movie Carrie?"

"No."

"That one actually doesn't surprise me, even though it's like super old." I flipped my hair over my shoulder. "What Stephen King movies have you seen?"

"Who?"

"Stephen King." I repeated.

"I don't know who that is."

I blinked a few times. "Stephen King? You don't know who Stephen King is?" I sat up a little.

"Nah, never heard of 'im."

"What? No, that's impossible. C'mon, there's so many. The Shining, It, The Green Mile."

"I don't know about any 'a that."

I was so astonished. "…are you being serious right now?"

"Abby…I never seen 'em or heard 'a no Stephen King, okay?"

"Oh my God!" I was super surprised but also a little excited because that calls for a movie night! "We have to get another portable DVD player so that I can show you some Stephen King movies. I cannot believe that you haven't seen any!"

"I ain't too into movies."

"Well, I am and I like watching movies with you. I like seeing your reaction." I laughed.

Daryl snorted. "I don't give much of a reaction."

"Yeah, but watching that one movie with you—" I stopped talking because there was a noise out in the hallway. I sat up and looked out my door into the hall.

"Abby? What happened?"

I picked the walkie back up. "Nothing. I just heard a strange noise."

"…what kinda noise? Do I gotta come over there?"

"No, it's fine. It's nothing." I laughed. "So, where were we?" I had a thought just then. "Wait, am I keeping you up?"

"Nah, but you should get to bed soon."

"I will but I don't wanna go to bed yet. I'm not tired enough yet." Just then, I got a strange feeling. Almost like I got really exhausted. Not like a tired feeling but like I didn't want to do anything else. It was probably because I was just laying around.

"It's pretty late. But you'll probably sleep late anyway, right?" He laughed. I heard what he said but I didn't respond. "Abby?"

"Sorry." I said. "I just…I feel funny."

There was a brief pause. "What do ya mean you feel funny?" Daryl said on the other end.

"I don't know. It's weird. It just came on out of nowhere…" I trailed off because my head felt fuzzy and I didn't feel like finishing that sentence.

"Maybe you should go to bed then." He told me. My strange feeling got worse, it felt like a really negative or like heavy feeling. Then all of a sudden, my body felt real stiff and I couldn't move or even speak. I tried but nothing was coming out. "Abby? Did ya hear me?" Daryl said. "Abby? Hey, answer me? Abby?" I could hear him the whole time this was happening but there wasn't anything I could do. It almost felt like something really heavy was on top of me holding me down and I couldn't do anything.

Then, my door slammed shut just as I was able to move again. Completely freaked out, I immediately got up, threw my door open and ran while crying. I had no idea what just happened. As I was running down the stairs, I heard a gross noise almost like the kind of sound that the walkers make but nothing was there.

Still crying, I threw open the front door and was about to run over to the other house but Daryl was right there. "You okay?" He said and grabbed me. "What happened?" I practically jumped on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and crying. "Abby? W-what happened?" He sounded confused and a little surprised. We were still in the doorway with the door open while I cried loudly. "C'mon." He lifted me and tried to take me inside.

"NO!" I screamed and clung to him. "NO NO!"

"Abby, it's okay. Calm down."

"NO, THERE'S SOMETHING IN THERE!" I screamed. I was pretty hysterical in that moment. Daryl was trying to get me to quiet down, but that wasn't happening.

"What's goin' on over there?" My dad said from the end of their driveway. My brother and Michonne were also in their doorway. I didn't mean to wake them up.

Daryl turned his way while still holding me. "I don't know."

My dad walked over and realized how upset I was. "Abby, what's wrong? What happened?"

"There's something up there!" I yelled and pointed up. I saw them look at each other.

"C'mon." Daryl lifted me and took me inside.

"No!" I cried. "I don't wanna be over here!"

"Will you stay with her while I go check it out?" Daryl asked my dad.

He nodded. Daryl let go of me and I immediately clung to my dad and cried all over again. "Shh. It's okay. It's okay." My dad tried to comfort me, he was rubbing the back of my head gently. "Shh." I just kept crying.

Daryl came back down about five minutes later. "There's no one up there." He said. I just cried.

"…well, let's go to the house." My dad said.

"Yeah." Daryl looked down at me, he probably realized that I wasn't wearing shoes and I was still in my shorts. "C'mere, kid." He carried me across the street on his back.

Still feeling very freaked out, I was sitting at the table staring down at it wide-eyed, my hands were shaking. Daryl was sitting across from me and my dad was in the kitchen doing something. He told Michonne and my brother to go back to bed. So only us three were down here.

"Here, baby. I made you some tea." My dad sat a cup in front of me, then kissed my head. He stood next to me. I lifted the teacup but my hands were shaking so badly that I almost spilled it.

"Did Michonne go back to bed?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah, I told her and Carl that everything was fine and for them to go back to sleep." My dad said. I could feel their eyes on me after that. "Abby." My dad put a hand on my shoulder causing me to jump. "It's okay." He was more gentle this time. "You're gonna have to tell us what happened or we can't help ya."

"You guys aren't going to believe me." I put my hands over my face and cried some more.

"Is this more ghost stuff?" My dad said. The way he said it made me mad.

"There is something in that house, and I don't care what anyone says!" I snapped.

"Abby, calm down." Daryl said. "Tell us what happened. We wanna hear it." He nodded.

I looked down sadly and thought for a moment of how I should start. I took a deep breath. "I was…laying on my bed and I got this really weird feeling, like a bad feeling and-and my head felt fuzzy." I stopped to swallow. "All of a sudden…I couldn't move." I started crying again thinking about how scared I was. "My body was real stiff and it felt like someone was pinning me down."

"…maybe you just had a nightmare." My dad suggested.

"It was not a nightmare!" I turned to him. "I was awake. Ask Daryl! I was talking to him before it happened."

My dad looked at Daryl, Daryl nodded in confirmation. "We was talkin' on the walkies. She said she felt funny."

My dad looked at me with a bit of concern. "And right before I was able to move again…my bedroom door slammed shut." I looked up at them, my voice was shaking. "Then, I heard a scream. It sounded like the noises the walkers make. But nothing was there." I got tears in my eyes again, then put my head down and cried.

Daryl reached across the table and touched my hand. "Shh shh. It's alright. You ain't over there no more. Yer safe."

"It sounds like you had a seizure." My dad said. I slowly lifted my head and looked at him. Is he serious? Daryl was looking at him too.

"What?" I breathed out. "You think I had a seizure?"

"That's what it sounds like to me. It seems accurate." He said. I just stared at him in disbelief. "Why don't you go lay down and get some rest, honey?"

"No, no." I shook my head. "I don't wanna go lay down." I was beginning to feel frantic for some reason.

"C'mon, it's late. And you should rest after what happened."

I stared at him some more, then anger arose in me. I stood up and hit my hands on the table. "You don't believe me!"

"Abby." He tried.

"I know what happened to me! And it wasn't a nightmare and it certainly wasn't a seizure!"

"Abby, calm down!" Daryl raised his voice a little. "No one's callin' you a liar. But you do need to go lay down and get some rest." He spoke softer. "C'mon now, it'll be alright. We'll talk more in the morning, okay?"

I stood there with my arms crossed and looked back and forth at them. "I can't believe you guys! I know what happened was real! I did not hallucinate any of it! And I hate both of you!" Feeling defeated, I walked out of the room.

"Abby." Daryl called after me. "Abby!" I ignored him though and went up to my old room.

Narrator's POV

"Abby…Abby!" Daryl Dixon watched his young friend walk away, then he sighed and looked down. "Great." He whispered.

"She didn't mean it."

"She never said that to me before." Daryl said feeling a little hurt.

"She's just mad, she'll get over it." The father of the girl nodded.

"She seemed so upset…and scared."

Rick Grimes sighed too. "First she's depressed, then suicidal, now she's havin' seizures? I don't know what I'm gonna do about her."

Daryl looked up at his friend. "How can you be so sure it was a seizure?"

Rick gave the man a surprised look. "You're not seriously thinking that it was actually a ghost, are you?"

The redneck licked his lips before speaking. "Well, she did say the door slammed on its own." They stared at each other, Rick was looking at Daryl like he grew another head. "Hey, man." Daryl put his hands up. "I'on know what happened, I wasn't there, but…I know somethin' must 'a happened to freak 'er out like that. You should 'a seen 'er when I first got over there. She nearly ran right into me. She looked like she seen a ghost." He let out a small laugh.

"Well, she's had medical problems her whole life. Two brain injuries and she was in a coma not long ago. So, it wouldn't surprise me if she did start having seizures."

Daryl took in what the man said. "She's had problems her whole life?"

"Pretty much." Rick shrugged.

Daryl looked down and thought. Rick bringing up Abby being in the coma reminded him of that night they were in the accident. He remembered the girl having a seizure. "Shit." He said accidentally. Rick gave the man a questioning look, Daryl noticed. "The night 'a that car wreck…Abby had a seizure."

Rick paused for a moment. "What?"

Daryl swallowed hard. "She said she was dizzy and her head hurt, then she had a seizure."

Rick looked down and licked his lips, then looked back at the man. "So…my daughter had a seizure and it didn't occur to you to tell me that?"

The hunter shook his head. "I must 'a forgot about it. It just happened and I forgot about it with what everythang happened.

Rick was feeling a bit angry and irritated with his friend. "Abigail is my daughter. She's my kid…and I wanna know everything that goes on in my children's lives. So next time something like that happens, make sure you tell me."

Daryl was a little angered and slightly offended by the way Rick approached him. "Why you say that like that?" He kind of snapped. "'Abby's my daughter.'" He imitated what the man said. "What do ya thank I'm trynna do? Steal yer daughter from ya?" He gave him a stupid look and snorted.

"I didn't mean it like that." Rick said. "But…I tell her to do something, she argues. You tell 'er to do something and she does it. Just like now. I told her to go to bed, she said she didn't want to. You told 'er and she went."

Daryl snorted again. "Yeah, cuz she went so willingly, right?" He raised his eyebrows. "She told us that she hated us." He shook his head. "Ya know what? Ferget this, I'm goin' to bed." He got up and walked out of the room. As he was fixing his bed on the couch, Rick walked by and didn't say anything. He just went upstairs to the room that he shared with Michonne.

Abby's POV

I woke up to someone touching my forehead, I stirred a little and rolled over before fully waking up. Daryl was there. "What are you doing?" I said sleepily.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake ya." He said. "I was just checkin' on ya." I breathed and just stared at him. "You…feelin' okay?"

"Yeah, fine." I said quickly.

Daryl gave me a look. "You still mad at me?"

My mood soured as I remembered about the incident. "Yes, I am." I said flatly. "…but I don't hate you." My expression softened a little.

"I'm sorry about what happened. I just want ya to be okay." He nodded. "So's yer dad. He's just worried about ya—

"Not to be a smartass but I've heard it a million times so please just stop." I waved him off. "I know."

"I know ya know. But it's true…and yer right."

I gave him a look. "Daryl…why didn't you stick up for me? You know there's something up with that house. You experienced it yourself."

"I know. There is somethin' strange goin' on over there but…it's just a little hard to believe somethin' like that could happen."

"So a seizure is more accurate?" I said annoyed.

"…well, ya did have a seizure that night after the accident. Remember?"

I thought about it. "Yeah, okay. But that still doesn't mean that that's what happened."

"I know, but…I told yer dad about it and we talked."

My eyes widened and fury erupted inside of me. "You told my dad that?" I snapped. "Why would you do that? Now he's gonna be up my ass even more than he is now!"

"Abby, calm down. I had to."

"You did not!" I shook my head. "I can't believe you, Daryl. Now he's never gonna believe me about what happened."

"I was worried about ya and if a seizure's possible, then I had to tell 'im so we could help you. And I know what yer gonna say, there's nothin' we can do. Well, we can at least keep an eye on ya."

I calmed down a little, but I was still angry. "Now I'm really mad at you. I'm never telling you anything ever again." I squinted at him. "Get outta my room."

"Abby, c'mon."

"Get out!" I yelled at him. He looked a little surprised, then he smirked and crossed his arms and just stood there. I knew what he was doing and it made me even angrier. "Daryl, get out of my room!" I said again. He still just stood there. "Fine! I'll leave." I got up, quickly pulled on my sweatpants, then angrily walked out of the room. He started following me so I ran. I ran the rest of the way down the stairs and out the back door. I hid in my little hiding space. It's been a while since I was in there.

I sat there with my knees to my chest. I'm so mad at my dad and Daryl, I actually think I'm more mad at Daryl than my dad. I can't believe he told my dad on me. Now my dad will probably never let me out of his sight again. He sucks. They both do. I'm not hanging out with him anymore. I wish I could just leave. That thought crossed my mind before. I don't know how much more of them I can take. I'm sick of being coddled by them. Deep down, I knew I was being the unreasonable one, but at the same time I didn't care.

I walked inside and saw everyone in the living room. My dad looked my way. "Hey, where ya been?"

"Outside." Was all I said and walked into the room.

"Well, come in here with all of us." He said.

"No, thank you." I walked up to my room and grabbed a bag. I didn't want to stay here with them right now, so I figured I would go on a run. There wasn't really anything I needed specifically, but I could always just look. I headed back down the stairs.

"Hey, where you goin'?" My dad said when he saw me with my bag. I just headed for the stairs. "Abby." He stood up. "Answer me."

I stopped and turned to him. "I'm going on a run."

"No, you're not. I don't want you out there right now." He shook his head. "Put the bag down and come sit with us." He reached for my bag, but I pulled away.

"I don't wanna sit with you guys. I wanna go on a run."

"You don't need to go out there right now—

"Yes, I do!" I snapped.

"Abby." Michonne scolded me.

"I'll go with 'er if there's somethin' she needs." Daryl said and walked over to us.

"Thanks, Daryl, but I don't want Abby out right now." My dad looked back down at me. "If there's something important you need, then tell us and we'll go get it." He nodded. I didn't say anything. "Do you need something?"

"No. I just wanted to go out and see what I could find."

"Well, then you don't need to go out."

"Well, too bad cuz I'm going!" I turned quickly and walked down the stairs.

"Abby!" My dad called after me. I ignored him.

Daryl followed me to the door and stopped me. "Abby, c'mon, you cain't go out right now. It's dangerous."

I knew I was losing and I didn't want that. "Well, then...come with me, I guess." I snapped. I didn't want him to but I would rather he come with me as long as I could go out.

Daryl seemed to hesitate, he finally shook his head. "Yer dad don't want ya to go out."

"Well, I'm going." I had my hand on the doorknob.

"Abigail." Daryl growled. "If you walk out that door, I will paddle yer behind." I paused with my hand still on the doorknob. "C'mon now, no one wants that. Just come in."

I thought for a moment. I didn't want to stay here with them, I wanted to go out and at least do something useful. But I also didn't want to get paddled. I knew he was serious about that threat. I lost.

I turned around slowly to face him giving him an angry stare, then I shook my head and walked back up the stairs. I was headed for my room.

My dad was still standing there. "Go to your room."

"I was already going to my room!" I looked right at him and yelled, then went up to my room and slammed the door. I threw my bag down, then laid on my bed. Tears of anger and frustration began sliding down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them. I just want to leave.

My dad came up to my room shortly after, I wasn't crying anymore but I still had the sniffles. "Abby." He walked in and closed the door. "I wanna talk to you."

"Go to hell." I snapped.

"Excuse me?" He said angrily.

For real. Calm down, Abby. You're pushing your luck. I decided to cool it. "I mean…what do you want to talk about?"

He was still looking at me the same way. "Your attitude lately. I don't know what's gotten into you but you need—

"I've always been this way." I crossed my arms and was still laying down.

"…you're a smartass but not this much."

"Well, I'm mad at you." I shrugged.

"I understand that and you're allowed to be angry with me, but you're not allowed to be disrespectful." He seemed to have softened up a little. I took in what he said and looked down. "Abby…I just want you to be okay." He put his hand on my shoulder. "Dinner should be ready soon. You can come down whenever you want." He nodded then walked away.

I stayed right where I was. I still didn't want to go down there with all of them, they would just give me looks after what happened. Staying up here all day didn't exactly appeal to me either.

Suddenly, I got an idea. My clothes and stuff are still over at the other house, I should go get them before it gets dark. I stayed up there for a little longer, then grabbed my bag again and headed downstairs. The others were at the table eating dinner. I didn't say anything to them and quietly went down the stairs and out the door. They wouldn't let me go on a run so they probably wouldn't want me going over to that house either.

I just went over there and looked around. This house was good until all this paranormal shit started happening. Out of all of the houses I could have picked, why did I have to pick the haunted one? I sighed and went up to my room. Staring at the bed, I thought about what happened. I know what happened to me was real, it wasn't just a seizure.

I took my time packing my clothes up because I knew I would have to go back over to my house and see them. Once that was done, I also packed up the little food I had left over there and I also grabbed my walkie.

"Well," I looked around, "bye, ghosts." I turned to leave. The door opened by itself and Daryl stood there.

"What are you doin'?" He said angrily and roughly.

"I was packing up my stuff to bring back over to the house." I stated.

"Oh." His expression seemed to soften. "Well, yer dad was worried. He thought ya ran away." He put his hand on my back and guided me across the street.

"Is he mad?"

"Probably. He said if I find you, to send ya up to yer room. But you just stay down here with us and sit yer ass down."

We walked inside and up the stairs. My dad was waiting there in the living room. "Where have you been?" He gave me an angry look.

"I just went across the street to get my stuff from the other house." I sat down the walkie.

His expression also softened a little once I told him that. "Well, you could've said something before you left. You know better than that and you know you weren't supposed to leave anyway. You go back up to your room now." He pointed.

I gave him a look. "No, I don't want to. I wanna stay down here now, Daryl said I could." I complained.

"Well, it doesn't matter what Daryl says, it matters what I say." He bent over a little so he was more level with me. "You said you were mad at me, well now I'm mad at you. Upstairs." He pointed again.

I looked at him, then at Daryl for help. "Daryl." I said.

His mouth pressed into a thin line. "Just go, just do what he says." He put a hand on my back. "C'mon, I'll come up with ya." We walked up the stairs together. I heard my dad sigh angrily.

Chapter 30 already?! Can you believe it? Neither can I! Haha!

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