Chapter Two: What Is going On?

Both boys jump out of the way, as her body comes toward them. Amy screams and covers her face, reacting to the situation. Lisa stares in awe- struck as Amber's blood spills all over her. "Great. This outfit is brand new, and I got that bitches blood all over me," Lisa says, as she observes her clothes.

"She's been marked by them," Watson says, as he appears behind me. Geezes. I think, as I whirl around.

"Watson, you nearly killed me," I say, getting over the chills.

He is not happy by that joke. I glance over at the group and I see Lisa and Robert disagreeing. "So you are spying on us."

"Watson," I say, once again, turning around. Who I see is not my cousin. When did Jeff leave the room? I ask myself.

"Who's Watson?" Jeff asks rudely.

"No one you know, don't worry about it."

"Ooh. Is he a ghost?"

What a nosey jerk. I turn around and see the whole group staring at me. Jeff smiles, as he walks in. Michael and him begin to talk in a low voice. "What was that all about?" Michael says, observing me.

"Just had to take a piss," Jeff says.

"Not that. What's up with that chick?"

"Nothing man, just talking"

Why hadn't he sold me out? What was he hiding from the group? "Um, Lisa? I say, walking in. "You might want to get cleaned up."

"How? Blood stains everything."

"Would you quit thinking about yourself for once," Robert says.

Lisa eyes him. "Someplace in this house, I know there are guest rooms. If you go upstairs, I'm sure you'll be able to clean off somewhere and find something to wear," I say once again.

"Fine," Lisa says as she begins to walk out.

After a long pause, Michael speaks up. "You really know this place, huh?"

"Yeah, like I said, Cousin owns the place," I say, looking around, as Jeff laughs.

"You think we really believe that bull?" Jeff says.

I shake my head sideways, just as Lisa cusses. "Dammit," she says, from the main floor.

Before anyone can answer, Michael runs out of the room. Amy picks herself off of the ground, eyeing Jeff, as they both run out. I glance over at Robert. "I'll catch up, you guys go ahead."

"You sure?" I ask him.

"Yeah. Go."

I run into the darkness, trying to find my way. After what seems like an eternity, I find the stairs. I climb up, as I see Michael and Jeff. Amy has wandered off. She is nowhere to be found. "This whole place is locked down. Look! The door, the windows. There's no way out," Lisa yells.

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In the basement, Amy walks, confusingly, calling the others names.

"Robert? Michael?" In the distance, a shadowy figure watches, waiting.

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Robert is sitting on the hospital bed. He has his head down, looking at Amber's body. "I love you so much. You know that don't you?"

"Of course I do," a familiar voice calls out. Robert doesn't look up. "Aw come on baby. It's me, the love of your life."

"Amber?" Robert questions what he says and looks up. "How can you be here, if you are there?" He points to the body.

"I'm free. Who you see before you is truly I. That body was a shell, holding me back."

"I can't believe it."

"Do believe it. Follow me please? I want to show you something out of your wildest dreams."

"Alright"

Amber walks, almost looking like she is floating out of the room, as Robert follows. She leads him from one corridor to the other, until she stops in a small room on the right. "I want you to meet the man who set me free," Amber tells Robert.

Out of the shadows. Vannacutt appears. "Hello young Robert. Aw Thank you Ms. Thomson for bringing Mr. Danton to his appointment."

"You can't be real. Your not alive," Robert stutters.

Cold hands are placed on his cheeks, as he is turned around. Amber kisses him, and Robert begins to suffocate. He stops breathing. He tries to get free, but cannot. Finally, Amber lets go and Robert drops to the floor, trying to breathe. As he blacks out, he sees Vannacutt coming at him with a scalpel.

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Michael and Lisa push against the door, trying to open it, while Jeff sits on the couch, mumbling to himself. I notion for them to grab a chair. Michael walks over to a chair and brings it over to us. He nudges the chair against the door and the two put their weight against it. It barley moves, as Lisa cusses under her breath. "I do not deserve this. First I get dragged to this place a whole lot of shit happens, including me getting stained with Amber's blood, and now I find out we are stuck."

"You wanted to come," Michael says.

"If I knew this was going to happen to me, I would have stayed at home, and watched a bunch of those cheesy horror movies, then experience it myself."

Lisa walks off, in a hurry, past the shattered glass and unaware of the bloodstain on the floor next to her. She steps on it and slips. I notice a piece of glass standing on its end. Not natural for something to be doing that. As Lisa falls, she lands hard on her head and on to the glass. She makes a sound as she regains her senses. Lisa looks up at her wound. The glass sticks out of her, on the end of her side, causing a tear in her stomach. She begins to become wide-eyed, as I see figures around her. "Michael? Help." She whines.

Michael rushes over to her, but he is suddenly thrown back against the door. He is knocked unconscious. Jeff, in the other room, gets up, after hearing the thud of Michael's body. I look at Lisa and can see figures clearly around her. They grab a hold of her hands and feet, beginning to pull. Lisa whimpers, but soon her voice turns into screams. I can hear the tearing of something, and know they are pulling apart her body.

I try running over to her, but something forces me to stay where I am. I look at Jeff and see him fighting with an invisible force. The force turns into a ghostly man. Jeff of course cannot see entity. Lisa screams one last scream, before she is pulled apart. Her blood and organs are spilled out among the floor, as she slowly dies. She looks at me, giving me a defeated look, and says something to which I cannot understand. I put my head down, as does Jeff. Lisa's body begins to move to the opposite ends of the house, leaving behind a path of her entrails.

The force lets go of me, as I fly forward. Jeff has begun to fight ghosts and I see bloody scratches forming on his face. I rush over to him and begin to punch the ghost, but cannot harm him. The figure screams at me and disappears. "Thanks," Jeff says, but is soon confused. "What the hell was that?"

"That was the evil in this house," I hear Watson say, as he emerges behind Jeff. He turns around, stunned to hear an unfamiliar voice. He looks back at me, really confused now. Watson taps Jeff, shrugging, and he turns around again.

"Holy shit!" He yells, "It's one of those things. The ghosts."

"I'm hardly one of those things. Not nearly as evil." Michael groans after hearing Watson speak.

"Who are you?" Sacredly, Jeff asks.

"I'm not going to harm you. Calm down. I'm her Cousin. The actual Cousin that owns the place, Watson Pritchett," he explains.

"So you were telling the truth. Damn!" Jeff looks at me.

Michael whines in his sleep. "Don't you think someone should help him? Somebody should go down and find that other girl that was with you," Watson says, as Jeff goes over to help Michael.

"Why don't you go find Amy?" I say, not paying attention to my Cousin.

"Fine," he says, and disappears.

"Stop doing that!" I yell, hating my dead Cousin to vanish all the time.

"Alright!" Jeff yells.

"Not you, my..." I look at Michael, "never mind."

"Something tore up Lisa. I tried to save her, but couldn't," Michael is sad for his actions.

"Guys? I haven't been too honest with you. Yes, my Cousin owns the place, but he died while in the house. If you remember the incident a few years back, with this house and all the mysterious deaths?" Both of them nod. "Well, my Cousin, Watson Pritchett, was among the ones to die that night."

"You're related to him? On the news, one of the survivors, Sarah Wolfe, is that her name? She mentioned him and said that all he wanted was money. He didn't care if everyone died or not. He got what was coming to him," Michael says.

"No. He didn't know that any of the stuff that happened, would happen to them," I say, trying to protect my Cousin.

Footsteps are heard and all three of us look toward the basement entrance. Amy is there and she is panting "Oh god guys! Where did you all go? I was looking for everyone, everywhere." First to notice Amy's hands behind her back, is Jeff.

"Glad your safe now. We have to find a way out of this house," Michael says.

"What's wrong Jeff?" Amy says.

"Not much."

"Are you sure?" She asks, suspiciously.

"More sure then ever."

"I think there might be a way out if we check the attic. I remember hearing something about it on the news," Michael says, ignoring the other conversation.

"Let's go then," Jeff says, ignoring Amy.

I notice Amy and sense something odd about her. She walks past me, fast. Too fast, because I barley make out her. But I do notice a blade in her hands. "Jeff, behind you." I yell," as Amy runs by him.

He turns, just as Amy stabs him in the shoulder. The knife digs in, as he goes down. "Agh," he screams, as Amy laughs. Only it is not her voice. More of an adult tone, then her original voice.

"Amy! What are you doing?" Michael yells, surprised by her actions.

"He's one of them. One of the things that killed Amber and Lisa."

"No I'm not. She's lying. Michael help," Jeff screams.

"He's been possessed. We have to kill the ghosts inside of him."

"But you'll kill "Him." Don't you understand that that is not the right way to save someone," I say, acting like I don't know what's going on.

"Amy stop," Michael yells.

Amy mouths a word to me, "Shut up, you little bitch."

"You know that will kill Jeff. So stop it," Michael says.

Amy turns to Jeff and looks at him. She moves again, digging the knife into his knee. He screams, trying to move back. Again, she digs the blade into his side. "Stop," Michael yells, grabbing Amy. She pants hard, as does Michael. Amy begins to struggle and passes out.

Something rises out of her body and takes form. The entity takes shape. It is a woman and her face is dissolving. It is Evelyn-Stockard Price. She grins at us, while Jeff whines. "Naughty, naughty," She hisses.