Deadly Secrets

Chapter 8

Author Notes: So I got my first review for this story and in general I want to say thank you everyone for checking this story out. I know this halloween was a bit different this year but I appreciate you guys giving this a chance. Alrighty then-I do not own DGM

? P.O.V

Why am I here?

Why are you not?

For what reason do I still walk this land?

I am dead.

So are you.

Yet you are not here.

Why is he here?

He knocks on my door.

Calls my name.

I've ignored him.

Just as you have.

But should I?

Where is my peace?

Will he give it to me?

3rd P.O.V

From the moment Allen made his way towards Neah and Lulubell's he knew he wasn't welcome. Dark, angry waves of aura grew in agitation with each step he makes. "Don't do this to me Neah...I need to talk to you."

There was no doubt now that it was Neah that he felt back during Halloween. And it only made him more confused and frustrated. Back when his father Mana was alive, all he had heard about was how amazing and kind his uncle was.

Feeling and seeing such a darkness from the moody specter shouldn't have happened. "I wouldn't take another step boy." Allen blinked as his gaze found a ghost leaning against the wall, trying to light a transparent cigarette.

For a moment he had thought the nicely dressed man was his uncle and was about to address him as such when he narrowed his eyes. His red one throbbing from the action, yet it allowed him to see the aristocrat with more details. More clearer despite the transparency.

From what he could recall, his uncle wasn't a smoker, nor did he have a beauty mark on his face. "Who are you?" The stranger at this point finally lit his cancer stick, smiling with a puff of gray wisps. "You've interacted enough with Road, she's shown you her memories. Who am I?"

His smile grows amused as the teen frowns, muttering slightly under his breath. "Can't I meet somebody that's dead, nice and not cryptic?" That response earned him a snort. "Fraid that comes with the territory boy." Huffing, Allen closes his mind, trying to remember.

'Daddy! Daddy!' Road came with tears down her cheeks, her face red. Now under most circumstances her father would be concerned. Hugging his little girl close while checking for any injuries. 'Uncle Tyki is being mean to me!' Within seconds the door slams open.

Revealing the irritated 'mean' man in question. 'Road...Get back here!' Immediately she hides behind her father, sticking her tongue out at him. 'No! Leave me alone.' A sigh escapes Sheril as rises from his seat. 'What seems to be the problem here?'

Allen opens his eyes, recognition clear in his two toned irises. "You're Tyki. Lulubell's younger brother." His reward was a small series of claps. "Bravo ghost whisperer. See? You already knew the answer." For a dead man, he was pretty cheerful.

And that automatically made the fifteen year old nervous. As much as he just complained about Neah's depressing aura, it was a natural shift in mood considering he died. Most spirits weren't very jolly, even if they were like that back when they were alive.

Because being a ghost meant there was something keeping them there. That they couldn't find peace until whatever issue they had was solved. The fact he was facing such a happy go lucky attitude means one of two possible scenarios.

"Why are you here?" Either he was faking the smile, hiding his hatred and pain that clings his soul to this plane of existence. Or he's a psycho. There have been occasions in the past where smiling phantoms...had not yet fallen into the darkness but were mentally deranged to the point where they went on mindless rampages.

Most people would consider them hostile poltergeists...though Allen finds them far more terrifying. He could recall one carrying a chainsaw that chased him for miles with a blood thirsty smirk up until he reached a church where a kindhearted priest was able to exorcise them...

Then there was the one that possessed a life-sized doll that would enchant people with her singing voice before slicing them to bits with a knife. And the old lady that from a plane crash had no legs, so she crawled using her hands to try and pull him into the lake.

(Thank goodness Miranda was there to help him with That particular issue.) In the end, he could remember countless examples of creepy, deadly experiences. All at first glance were cheery individuals, all possessing a light hearted smile before it twisted maliciously.

Desperately Allen was praying that the one in front of him wasn't going to torture-if not murder him. "The same reason as everyone else here I suppose. I'm pissed that my family and I got murdered. I want the bastard responsible to pay."

That wasn't exactly the answer the teen was looking for. "That's not what I meant." And Tyki knew this. Still he stood there, casually smoking away. Pretending like it wasn't usual to be seen hanging around. When Allen had already been here countless times, not once had he seen the tall, dark skinned male until now.

Why choose now to reveal himself and interact with him? Tense silence trickled in, the cigarette growing shorter and shorter(which made no sense...) as time went on. Eventually Tyki snuffed the dying embers on the bottom of his shoe as he sighed.

"You know he's not going to show you any mercy right?" Immediately Allen knew who he was referring to. "I know." Chances are the moment he opens the door, he's going to be attacked. "And you're still going? Either you're brave or foolish." With a smile, Allen shrugs.

It wouldn't be the first nor the last time he would be described as either if not both. "I promised Road that I'd help you guys find peace... at the very least figure out what happened to you all that night." If Tyki was surprised with his response, he didn't show it.

Instead waving his hand flippantly. "Don't say I didn't warn you." With the reluctant permission, the young male nods, preparing himself before continuing forward. Easily able to feel an intense gaze on his back, even as he opens the door, disappearing into the shadows.

So far so good, he didn't get jumped like he was expecting. Though the room was pitch black, and the miasma of grief and anger was thick. So much so that Allen had to cover his mouth just so he wouldn't breath in the toxic air.

"Neah?" He didn't see him anywhere, however, he knew for a fact that he was in here. The poisonous fumes were strong, but more so than that, he could faintly hear the sound of a piano playing. Something Lulubell mentioned once when he first started investigating.

Ever since he became a haunted entity that hides himself away, if he wasn't laying in bed, figuratively wasting away, he was playing his prized piano. "This song..." Of course...of all the musical pieces Neah could've played, he pressed the keys harmoniously into the one instrumental Allen recognized with ease.

It was Mana's lullaby. A soft, somewhat dark tune that always quelled even the most skittish of animals. A song that no matter what, always brought forth a sense of calm to Allen's heart. His feet without thought followed the melody, growing louder and louder with every step he takes.

Within a matter of moments he was graced with a dim light, revealing a black and white instrument being expertly played. Even with Neah facing away from him, his body language was stiff. His posture strict.

That didn't stop Allen from approaching, his fingers unconsciously moving forward, perfectly matching Neah's movements note for note. Under normal circumstances, Allen would've never approached such a wicked entity.

His past strengthening his survival instincts. But this man...was his uncle. His dear father's brother. And even without that knowledge, he could tell this ghost wasn't evil, but broken. A being stripped to his emotions so strongly that he can't rest.

Playing a song that perfectly explains what he wants. Closure, to move on and finally sleep. Words weren't used to communicate, yet there was no gaps or pauses when human and ghost played alongside one another. As they continued, the miasma started to fade away. Making it more tolerable for Allen to breathe.

Minutes went by, and in unison they gently pressed the last key, letting it linger a few more moments. It was a couple seconds after when Allen collapses, falling onto the ground with a harsh thud.

to be continued

Author Notes: Surprise! Well...that was a bit of a cliffhanger there. Guess the poor kid took in too much of Neah miasma of depression. Now we'll see what happens tomorrow if Allen will still be alive or not. Hopefully...

Maybe. But er-that's it for today folks. As always thank you all so much for reading this series. If you like it so far please feel free to fav/follow/review as it would mean a crap ton to me~ Tchao for now.