Nothing special, just read!

Ages ~

Ash ~ 16

Misty ~ 16

*This is Ash or Misty butting into the other's story*

This is the ghost talking

And this is the person's thoughts.

Good, now um, read on!

Haunted Hearts

~ Part 8; Kristina ~

(Misty's POV)

Alright! Now it's getting good!

*Just peachy.*

Do you think we're scaring them?

*One can only hope so*

Well, anyway, it's my turn to continue.

*Even though it should be mine!*

Tuff beans! I got it!

*Humph*

Alrighty then! We left off at…

*You disappeared*

I knew that! So let me continue!

*I was!*

Whatever.

Darkness. I could feel anything or seeing anything but darkness. I couldn't feel my arms, I couldn't move my legs, I couldn't do anything but lie there in the spooky darkness. Finally, through the darkness, I saw a light, a small light, but a light non-the-less. I tried as best as I could to go to the light. It was getting closer and brighter! Almost there!

Wood! I could feel wood! And, I could move my fingers! I paused, what if that thing was out there again? I don't think I could deal with that again. After a while, curiosity over powered my fear.

Slowly and cautiously I peeled open my eyes. Nothing, I didn't see much of anything. I glanced around the room. "Let's see, dust, dust and more dust, a chest, a small cabnit,  a doorway leading downstairs. Downstairs?! Was I…

My eyes widened and my breathing became shorter. This was the attic! Franticlly I jumped up and stood there for a moment. Shood I venture to move towards he door? This is the ATTIC! Attics are usually were dead people are. That and the basement.

A cold breeze blew by, that only meant one thing. I sighed. "Might as well face it." I whirled around and closed my eyes waiting for it to do what it wanted with me. I waited, but nothing came.

Still a cold breeze blew in my face, I had goose bumps now. Why was it not attacking? Catiously I opened one eye, then the other.

There in front of me stood a ghost. It wasn't the same ghosts I had seen though, this ghost looked like a mirror of, well, me!

I could just feel my mouth gape open. The ghost shyly waved at me, deciding what to do I guess. I could see SOME color to it, it had red – orange hair that was let down to the ghosts waist, It's eyes had a tint of blue in the witness of her eyes and she wore a white nightdress.

I slowly stepped up to it. "W-Who are you?"

The ghost slowly stepped up to me.

I should be asking you the same question. The voice seemed to droll itself out, but I could still understand it.

"Me?" Suddenly I got angry. "You and your kind have been haunting me and my friend Ash, and now we're locked in this stupid house! I'm the one who should be asking that question!"

She seemed taken back a bit. I became frightened, What if she would get mad and do something? But she did no such thing, all she did was say, Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry! It wasn't me! It was my mother! She wants revenge on me. She looked down sadly. I am sorry! Really!

I was startled. "Why does your mother want revenge and what does that have to do with us?"

She smiled sadly. I'm sure it has nothing to do with your friends. You look like me therefore mother must think you are me and wishes to take revenge.

I moaned. "Great! I have an angry ghost mother after me! What did you do to tick her off that much?!"

She was hurting my little brother! So I called the police on her. And to be arrested for abusing is very rare and humiliating in my time, especially to be reported by a daughter. So before the police came, she got angry and knocked me unconcious, then she locked me in the attic so no one could hear me call for help.

My throat went dry. "Y-You mean your body is HERE somewhere?" I immediately stood up from the crate I had sat on during her story.

She nodded.

"Great," I mumbled to myself. "I'm locked in an attic with a ghost and her corpse."

Suddenly a thought came to me. "Wait! I saw a little boy in the mirror! He tried to bring me in with him!"

Her eyes widened. That must have been my little brother!

"Huh?"

Yes! I'm not actually buried, so my soul isn't were it should be! He is looking for me but he can't roam around, he can only go through mirrors and such, which is were I assume you have seen him, and I cannot go to him until my soul is at peace! And he must think I'm you! His name is Jamie.

I sighed. "What might your name be?"

Kristina.

"Great, and how exactly are we supposed to get these to ghosts to stop bothering us?"

You need to find my body and burry it, then I shall be happy with my brother.

"WHAT?!" I scrunched up my face. "I am NOT touching you're dead body!"

Oh you must! So something to burry me.

"What about mother dearest?"

Kristina bit her lip and looked down. Not a good sign.

Unfortunately, like me, she is not where she should be. You must find her body and burry it.

"You're serious?"

She nodded and I continued. "But we're locked in? How are we supposed to burry you?"

There is a backyard. Try out there.

I sighed. This was a tad confusing.

*No Kidding.*

Did I say you go interrupt?

"Okay…" I said slowly, "Any other freaky information I should know about?

She thought a moment. Not that I can think of at the moment. You may leave now if you wish, but please do be careful!

"Yeah. How can you be careful with a ghost?" I mumbled under my breathe.  Turned around and walked towards the attic door, but stopped and turned around. "Thanks."

She smiled and waved, slowly disappearing into the darkness. A small feeling came over me. I wanted to help her! I smiled. I was going to help her.

*Is it my turn yet?*

Oh fine. But you have to wait till the next chapter!

*Meanie!*

I try.

Confusing huh? Yeah… well now there is a bit more plot to this story! Yaaaay! Cheer everybody!

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